The sun shines gently on your face, and the gentle breeze blows across the clear sea.

As the gently swaying bamboo raft was slowly stopped by something, Nan Ling slowly opened his eyes.

In front of you are a sharp cliff that rises into the sky, the bottom of which has been eroded by the waves and covered with gray-white sea scale. The black reef disappears on the deep blue sea, and the melodious chirping of seagulls overhead from far to near and far away, the waves tirelessly lap against the stone wall, making a pleasant and ethereal sound of the waves.

After about half a year of drifting, he finally left the Arctic wilderness, crossed the Beixu Sea on a bamboo raft made by himself, and arrived in Zhongzhou.

For half a year, Xiao He caught sea fish to eat when he was hungry, and drank rain when he was thirsty. The small bamboo raft of more than ten feet square seems to be as small as a grain of sand in the desert in the turquoise sea of ruins, but this grain of sand has worked tirelessly to cross the entire desert.

In the past six months of living with the sea, he has seen the calm sea that radiates a goose-yellow light like a mirror at sunrise, and the dreamy sea that reflects the colorful Milky Way at night. In the storm, he raised his sword and roared recklessly, fighting the sky and splitting the sea, and in the quiet twilight, he turned his back to the slanting sun and wept silently. On a sunny day, he also witnessed flying fish leaping into the sea and ancient whales changing breath, but most of the time, he could only rely on meditation and cultivation to survive.

Half a year later, the pain in Nan Ling's heart has somewhat subsided temporarily, and he no longer wantonly ravages his soul.

Stepping on the long-lost continent, Nan Ling shaved off his long beard, tied up his long hair that was almost up to his shoulders, changed into clean clothes, and stepped on the dark brown rocks protruding from the cliff, flying up, like a black lightning, only three or two times, and stood at the top of the cliff.

In the gentle sea breeze, Nanling saw an endless dark green plain, rolling green waves that exuded a fragrant fragrance.

In the distance, the mountains are long and majestic, the sparse giant trees are dotted, and all kinds of strangely shaped herbivores stroll leisurely with their tails and ears wagging leisurely.

After five hundred years of living in the wilderness and drifting on the sea for half a year, Nanling felt the color and magic of the world for the first time, he opened his arms and took a deep breath of fresh air - damp, warm, with the fragrance of grass and the salty smell of the waves, he showed his first knowing smile in this half a year, turned into a black spot in this green sea, and gradually disappeared into the distance.

Three days later.

In the huge North Immortal Forest Hill, a hundred miles east of the Sunset Prairie where Nanling landed, towering ancient trees blocked almost all the sunlight.

A huge white shadow swayed like lightning through the depths of the dark, damp forest.

It was a pure white giant wolf with a sturdy physique and shiny hair, its huge claws could easily collapse thick wooden branches, and its vigilant and ferocious yellow wolf eyes were like a bright moon temporarily hidden by dark clouds, dragging two terrifying bright yellow rays in the intricate deep mountains and old forests that were almost lightless.

The white wolf was visibly wounded, its beautiful and silky white fur had been stuck in blood and black mud, knotted and clinging to a few green leaves and branches.

It snorted and gasped, stopping every now and then to look around vigilantly to make sure there was no danger before setting off. It was carrying something on its back, and it could not be seen clearly until the white wolf stopped to rest, it was an unconscious girl.

The white wolf and the maiden, in the North Underworld Forest Hill, which was about to fall into darkness and still had a glimmer of yellow light, ran as if they were desperate.

The giant wolf smelled of blood from the girl, and it drifted far away through the intertwined jungle and quietly burrowed into the nose of Nan Ling, who was resting in the trees.

Nan Ling opened his eyes suddenly.

For some reason, after experiencing that incident, he was unusually sensitive to the smell of blood.

Nan Ling rolled over, hiding among the lush branches and leaves, his right hand reached behind his back to hold the Xuanyuan Sword, and his eyes looked heavily in the direction where the smell of blood came from.

In that direction, there was the concussive sound of a giant creature crashing into roots and ground as it ran wildly.

Nan Ling shook his head, a little helpless, calculated, this was the fifth time he had encountered a beast since he got lost in Senqiu three days ago.

Mountains and forests, mountain spirits and wild monsters, mountain pythons and wild boars, sneak attackers, bright and rampagers, grinning but with their tails between their legs, while "sending" a delicious game feast to Nanling, it can be regarded as a boring relief for the boring journey.

I don't know what it is this time? Nan Ling collected his breath and quietly observed.

In the distance, a huge white shadow staggered, breaking the thick branches of the tree, but it rushed towards it without slowing down.

Nan Ling narrowed his eyes, it was a white wolf.

Wounded white wolf.

When he was about to get to the front, perhaps too tired, the white wolf's front paws were tripped by the dead tree tangled together on the ground, and with a wail, the wolf's head was planted forward, and its hind paws were upturned, and it lost its balance, turning into a huge white ball, and rolling far on the ground.

It also threw something off its body and rolled to the side.

Nan Ling's heart sank, he was a person, a girl.

He clenched the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and secretly observed the situation. A thought skipped in my heart: This girl is the prey of this white wolf?

If so, save the girl.

Nan Ling was ready to use his sword at any time, and he could kill the white wolf with one move, and he would not make it feel unnecessary pain.

The white wolf under the tree struggled to get up. Its pure white fur was already dirty.

It shook its head, looked around, and when it saw the unconscious girl, it raised its front paws very tiredly and walked towards her.

What to do?

Nan Ling looked at the white wolf and the girl approaching step by step, and was a little overwhelmed for a while.

The white wolf's pace was unhurried, as if he had been running around for too long and felt tired. Or ....... hungry.

The girl was unconscious and in danger, Nan Ling was ready to attack, just waiting for the moment when the white wolf attacked the girl.

But the next scene surprised Nan Ling.

The white wolf walked up to the girl very wearily and sniffed as if to make sure she was not hurt.

It stretched out its rough but warm tongue and gently licked the girl's cheek, then curled up meekly and wrapped the girl in it.

The white wolf is like a warm bed, and its huge white tail gently covers the girl's body as a bedding. The originally fierce amber wolf eyes now shone with a tired light, gradually closed, and fell into a deep sleep.

Nan Ling's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he gradually disappeared into the darkness, and the right hand holding the Xuanyuan Sword gradually loosened.

At night, it's slightly cool.

The sleeping white wolf was suddenly awakened by a noise.

Awakened, it showed its fierce face, revealing the original hideous posture of the beast, jumped in front of the girl, bared its white fangs, lowered its sharp front paws, kicked the ground with its strong hind legs, roared low, and looked at the people in front of it.

It was Nanling holding a bunch of things.

Nan Ling looked at the white wolf very vigilantly.

Holding the huge leaves, wild fruits, hares, and the like that he had picked, he kept a safe distance, slowly put them on the ground, and raised his hands to indicate that he had no weapons.

The white wolf still roared low, staring at Nan Ling deadly, ready to fight to the death at any time.

Nan Ling looked at the vigilant white wolf with soft eyes, slowly picked up a wild fruit, and took a bite, indicating that the things on the ground were some food. The white wolf seemed to understand, his teeth slightly relaxed.

Seeing this, Nan Ling continued to keep his left hand within the white wolf's line of sight, slowly bent down, picked up a hare, shook it, and threw it towards the white wolf.

The white wolf was startled, looked at the hare, looked at Nanling suspiciously, vigilantly stepped forward to sniff, took a tentative bite, licked the fangs again, looked at Nanling vigilantly, and then bit the hare's head, and swallowed it without chewing.

Nanling smiled happily.

Subsequently, Nanling used the same method to feed the white wolf five hares and feed himself five wild fruits.

After eating everything, Nan Ling pointed to a big tree not far from the white wolf, and then pointed to himself, signaling himself to sleep on it. The white wolf was quite spiritual, turned around twice in place, returned to the girl, protected her, closed his eyes and slept peacefully.

Nan Ling smiled, tacitly climbed the big tree, and also sank into sleep.

This night, one person and one wolf, nothing happened.