Introduction: If you don't want to open your eyes to the clouds, why not compose a new song!

The immature children's voices are often exchanged for a 'good-natured' ridicule, as well as the harsh rebuke of the hunchbacked old man of the chief. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

For the people of this 'Taoyuan Village', the blood of women and children and the flesh of Hulu are too lofty, so that thinking about it is delusional, and saying it is rebellion!

Perhaps, they are in the yellow sand, and it is satisfaction to be able to drink the blood and water of the Tianhe; The carrion that can be exchanged for the occasional blooming green leaves of the Raven Mountain is happiness, right?

Xiao Ban stuck out his tongue, moistened and wet his dry and cracked lips with a few pieces of saliva, and his gaze wandered around the sandcastle.

As far as the eye can see, many ragged clansmen lazily spread all over the sandcastle. Bursts of pure and thick laughter suddenly became extremely unreal in the fierce wind and sandstorm whistling, as if in a different world.

At this moment, an inexplicable feeling quietly rose in Xiao Ban's heart.

He couldn't describe why this feeling arose, and he didn't know why it was so strong, but the faint pain in his heart mixed with alienation from the whole world made him unforgettable.

Because just three days ago, on that same blue day, his parents were inspired by the 'divine light' and walked into the Raven Mountain.

This time, there is no time to see each other again.

I remember that day, the chief's grandfather said: Those who are inspired by the divine light have complete merits and can enter the immortal class...

The body that was smaller than the forbidden rickets curled up even tighter.

For three whole days, after the longest farewell in his life, his immature heart sincerely missed the days when he was with his parents.

The thin and pitch-black little hand hidden under the shabby clothes involuntarily clenched into fists, and it was less than forbidden to secretly decide that the next time the blood rain of the Tianhe River overturned, the next time the clouds shook the black dragon and circled, he would enter the Crow Mountain, and he would find the warmth that only belonged to him in the past.

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Time flies, time flies.

On this day, the scorching sun that fell into the sand sea in the west did not rise as before.

The dark clouds covered the moon, sprinkling boundless silver light on the vast sea of sand, and the dry heat in the air turned into a wisp of cold wind in this full silver light.

The fog rose.

The adult clansmen of Taoyuan Village put on heavy sand armor, picked up the bone claws cut off from the rotting corpses, and locked the children in the village in the broken sand castles, and then marched in groups in the direction of the Raven Mountain.

On this night, the wind and rain were fierce, and the blood moon was like a hook.

Xiao Ban did not sleep like the other village children, but took advantage of the night to quietly burrow out of a crack in the sandcastle.

He did not follow the footsteps of the people in the village, but found another way to embark on a strange road that no one had ever walked before. Along the way, he let the hot blood rain hit his body, let the howling wind hit his body, and his thin body was like a flat boat, swaying forward in the storm.

I don't know how long it took, but the Raven Mountain was near.

The small body, standing under the pitch-black peak of the top of the sky, the ink-thick mountain body cast a huge shadow on its immature face.

Xiao Ban shook his clothes covered with blood and rain, his petite and thin chin raised, and he looked up at the top of this giant peak. Suddenly, in the fluttering blood moon and silver light in the sky, dozens of pitch-black figures walked in the sky, and suddenly fell into the sky.

His exhaustion was swept away by the violent winds, which grew stronger and rainier.

The black dragon hovering in the clouds of the sky roared in the sky, and the earth-shattering dragon roared even faintly overwhelmed the sound of wind and rain.

In Xiao Ban's shocked gaze, a figure descended from the sky, and a arrogant and eerie grin instantly drowned out the black dragon's dragon groan, shaking the entire mountain that was stirring the heavens and the earth.

His eyes were wide and dark in disbelief.

"This... Is that what the chief's grandfather said about the immortals?"

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