The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Flames shot up into the sky, like the blazing sun, each flame carrying a fierce will to consume everything. Chi's figure vanished into the sea of ​​fire, darting through it at a rapid speed.

He was extremely fast, and from time to time he would suddenly appear beside Sang Mo and try to deal him a heavy blow, but he was blocked by the vines that appeared in an instant.

As the fight went on, Sang Mo felt something strange. The young man in front of him was far inferior to him in terms of magic power, but the strange flames on his body seemed to be completely unrestricted by magic. Even his strength was quickly shattered and disintegrated after being touched by the flames.

But this is not enough to pose any threat to him, at least not now.

His eyes darkened slightly, and he raised his hand. With a flick of his fingertips, the raging flames were replaced by lush greenery. Illusions of vines, trees, and even a forest appeared alternately—he was going to use his immense magical power to forcibly suppress the raging sea of ​​fire before him!

boom!

When the magic powers collided, a deafening roar erupted in the air, as if the heaven and earth were shaking.

The red-haired youth emerged from the sea of ​​flames, half-kneeling on the ground, propped up by one hand. He coughed and spat blood to the side. His complexion was fair, yet now pale, clearly wounded in the battle. Yet, even after being wounded, his fighting spirit only intensified. He raised his eyes to the green-haired youth half-floating in the air, his maddened red eyes filled with a relentless determination to fight to the death.

"You have some backbone." The green-haired young man looked down at the person on the ground and spoke lightly.

He could feel that the red-haired boy only had fifth-level magic power, but he was able to fight with him until now.

Under normal circumstances, he might have some appreciation for talent.

The red-haired boy seemed not to have heard him, remaining silent. He simply glanced at the child in the tree from a distance, his gaze startlingly intent. He stood up from the ground and disappeared again.

"Stubborn." Sang Mo scolded softly and waved his hand to release a large amount of green magic power.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Thick smoke billowed upwards. The forest had suffered severe damage from the battle, with cracks spreading across the surface like a spiderweb. Mud and broken tree trunks intertwined, the surface reduced to a lifeless char. The scene was horrifying.

Miaomiao's long hair was blown around in the strong wind caused by the aftermath, occasionally covering her cheeks and then being pushed away with effort. He watched the battle in front of him without blinking. It was obvious that this battle was started by him, but it could not be stopped by his thoughts. He was forced to become a bystander of this battle.

We can't let them continue, he thought anxiously, otherwise sooner or later one of them will die and the battle will end.

But what can he do?

He is only a second-level magician, and both Chi and Sang Mo are far more powerful than him.

His eyes wandered around, and suddenly he saw a pale golden cocoon in the direction he came from, which remained motionless even in the fierce battle.

Is that...Ajin?

The moment the giant tiger came into view, it also evoked Miaomiao's memories of the Crescent Lake.

He had influenced beings of a higher order than himself, hadn't he?

However, at that time, the ones affected by him were all mythical beasts, while Chi was a human.

No matter what, he can only gamble.

Having made up his mind, Miaomiao's eyes immediately became firm. Without any reservation, he concentrated all his magic power into his throat. No, it wasn't enough, he needed more, more magic power!

Following his strong will, the magic power in the air that had been completely drained away for the battle between the two suddenly stopped for a moment, and then rushed towards the child like crazy.

A huge vortex of magic power appeared out of thin air in the sky.

Chi and Sang Mo paused for a moment in releasing their skills: "?"

Noticing the unusual movement in the air, they both stopped what they were doing and looked up/turned around to look at the child who had closed his eyes on the treetop.

In this previously neglected corner, a little child was sitting silently, with long black hair gently sweeping behind his back. His delicate, white face was embedded in the hair. He was extremely beautiful and solemn, reminding people of the gods resting with their eyes closed in the murals.

The god opened his mouth slightly as they stared at him.

“Buzz——!!!”

Chi felt a sudden sharp pain in his head.

It was as if his nerves were suddenly pierced by an extremely sharp needle. His entire brain went blank for a moment, but soon, the stinging sensation suddenly subsided, and an unprecedented sense of tranquility and comfort enveloped him like a soft cloud.

Chi was still conscious. His eyes could see the figure of the child in the tree, and his ears could hear his pleasant and light humming. He could also remember that he was still on the battlefield, fighting fiercely with one of Miaomiao's grandfathers, and both of them were full of murderous intentions. He knew that he should not indulge in his singing now. He should continue to gather magic power, continue to attack, and continue to fight until he killed the opponent and took Miaomiao back to his side... But no matter how his will fluctuated and how he struggled, his body on the ground did not move.

He seemed to be locked in by the song, and both his fighting spirit and his angry and violent emotions were firmly restrained by the power of the song.

The same thing happened to Sang Mo.

However, he is much higher than Chi level, so the impact he receives is weaker, and he can still move freely.

But he did not choose to continue attacking Chi. Instead, he turned around and looked at Miaomiao, his eyes full of shock.

What kind of ability was this? Miaomiao had never used it in front of them before.

Is this an ability he has always had?

He is obviously just a second-level magician?

Sang Mo felt that his calmness and composure had all disappeared at this moment.

You know, for plant-type mythical beasts that are known for their stable mental state, ordinary mental magic has almost no effect on them, not to mention that his rank is high. Before, only the high priest of the elves could have some influence on him.

But Miaomiao did it in an incredible way.

This is incredible!

No matter how shocked he was, he couldn't convey his thoughts to the child in front of him. Miaomiao closed his eyes, his mind already trapped in the white space he had entered once before.

He was unconscious at the moment and had no sense of the outside world.

He had clearly sung this song to stop Chi and Sang Mo from fighting, but now he couldn't remember their existence at all. Furthermore, it was as if his entire being had returned to a blank space, his body fading into nothingness in this white space.

Who is he? Where is he from? Why is he here?

He knew nothing about anything.

Sang Mo watched helplessly as the green magic barrier that had originally wrapped the child suddenly shattered and dissipated. The black-haired child trembled violently, a hint of pain appeared on his face, and then a soft silver light appeared around him.

The light rippled outward in circles like water waves, and each time it rippled, the child's face became paler.

He suddenly stood up, step by step, and stood in the air on the wind.

High in the sky, uncontrolled fire, frozen in place by Chi, fell in a chaotic tumble, transforming into vast, dazzling sheets of flaming rain. The ground it touched was reduced to dry, black, scorched earth. He, however, was oblivious to the scorching heat. He closed his eyes, bowed his head toward the earth, his pale face lost in the glow, as if he too were to dissolve into the light and vanish.

Chi looked up at him, his pupils burning like flames completely losing their ferocious cruelty, staring at the child wrapped in light in mid-air without blinking.

Miaomiao.

The sweet scent he had felt while still in the egg attracted him endlessly, like light to a flying insect.

He knelt on the ground and stretched his hands towards the sky with difficulty, as if he wanted to embrace the light from afar.

However, at this moment, the ground suddenly began to tremble violently, and the remaining trees could not stop rustling. It even became more violent and louder!

"not good."

Sang Mo's expression changed. He was still connected to the plants in the forest, and at this moment, he noticed a large number of mythical beasts rushing towards him.

But why? Fantasy beasts all have their own fixed territories, so they shouldn't move around so haphazardly on a large scale.

Could it be? He suddenly glanced at Miaomiao in the sky, and a terrible guess emerged in his mind. Were they all attracted by Miaomiao?

This is crazy.

"How many secrets do you have?" Sang Mo pondered silently, his hands moving without stopping. With a wave of his hand, a stream of green spiritual energy transformed into a long vine, which swept up Chi on the ground and Ajin in the distance, tightly binding the man and the beast. Then he quickly walked to Miaomiao's side, stretched out his hand, and forcibly broke through the silver-white light surrounding Miaomiao, gently pulling the child into his arms.

After the flow of light was broken, Miaomiao, whose eyes were lifeless, seemed to regain some consciousness. But only slightly.

He opened his eyes, and his vision was filled with a blurry white light. He could only vaguely see a dark shadow above his head.

Feeling the familiar scent of grass and trees surrounding him, he felt at ease and muttered softly, "Grandpa Sang."

"Yeah." Sang Mo held one and pulled two, running at high speed with green magic power under his feet, his figure as fast as lightning.

They must leave here before the tide of phantom beasts arrives.

"Go home..." he heard the child in his arms whisper softly. It seemed as if he had completely lost all strength and was about to fall asleep at any moment.

Sang Mo retracted his arms and hugged his soft body tighter.

"Well, let's go home."

-

"Tick, tick."

The head and body seemed to be cut into two separate halves.

Miaomiao opened her eyes and fell into a lucid illusion.

My body was uncontrollable, as if I had lost all senses, yet my brain felt a tingling sensation as if thousands of needles were stabbing me continuously. The pain was so sharp, each prick felt like it was tugging at my nerves, and it made me want to cry.

——It hurts so much, it’s dark, and I’m so lonely.

He almost collapsed in the pain.

In the darkness, there was only the sound of dripping water.

"Tick, tick."

Proof that he is not in nothingness.

But it had been so long that even this subtle sound seemed like some kind of empty and confused illusion.

When it was too difficult, he couldn't help but wonder if he was dead, or if he had done something very bad to deserve this punishment.

Suddenly, the heavy door was slowly pushed open.

The door was too heavy, and it made a hoarse humming sound as it scraped against the hard ground. Then a burst of rapid footsteps came running towards him.

Is the door open? But why is there still no light?

He fell to the ground in a daze, his own world enveloped by darkness.

Suddenly, I felt a burst of scorching heat on my skin.

Was it the flames? Was he going to burn to death? Could he finally be free from this suffering?

However, after a while, the dull skin and numb nerves could finally sense the shape of heat.

He suddenly realized that it was the hand.

It was a pair of warm human hands that lifted him up from the cold ground.

"Tick, tick."

In the darkness, he heard the sound of water again.

But this time, not in the corner.

The water drops fell directly on his face. One drop, two drops, and then flowed into his neck.

It’s so hot and warm, he thought.

……

"Hasn't he woken up yet? He's been unconscious for a whole day." Xing Yue's sharp eyebrows were tightly furrowed, leaving a violent wrinkle between his eyebrows.

His eyes moved back and forth, sweeping over Sang Mo who was sitting at the door with a calm expression, and then fell on the red-haired boy who was tied tightly with ropes but still stubbornly moved to the head of the bed.

At the boy's feet sat a large black bird, also tightly bound. Its beak and wings were tied, making it struggle to move. Even with such difficulty, it still twitched and kicked the boy's feet with its short claws.

Xing Yue: “…”

He turned his head away. It was too stupid to watch.

Last night, Xing Yue came back from an outing with Da Hei. He thought he would get a warm hug from his precious grandson as soon as he opened the door, but he did not expect to see Miao Miao lying unconscious.

At that moment, he lost all his composure, and the murderous intent that had been hidden in his heart for several years once again occupied his entire mind.

Without hesitation, he drew his sword and struck the unfamiliar presence in the room. The Grim Reaper's blade was so swift that even its shadow vanished. In the blink of an eye, the pitch-black blade's light reached him.

Chi's cold eyes remained unchanged, as if he was not the one being attacked.

Xing Yue's strike was so fast that even he didn't have time to deploy a defensive barrier. But he had no intention of retreating. Red scales instantly covered his body, hoping to withstand the blow with his own physical strength.

He knew he would be seriously injured, but it didn't matter. As long as he was still alive when Miaomiao woke up, it would be fine.

However, to everyone's surprise, an extremely thick green barrier appeared in front of Chi first.

The strength of this barrier was obviously very high, and the heavy magic power seemed to be substantial. When the blade broke through the defense and slashed at Chi, it only knocked him away and hit the wall of the wooden house.

Xing Yue turned around suddenly with a dark face, looking at Sang Mo who tried to stop him with uncontrollable anger: "What do you mean?"

Sang Mo crossed his arms over his chest, his expression equally grim, and nodded his chin towards the bed: "Miaomiao became like this because she was trying to save him."

If Xing Yue kills someone here, how will he explain to his children later?

Xing Yue took a deep breath and looked towards the corner. Chi Zheng got up from the ground as if nothing had happened, without even a bruise on his body.

Xing Yue said coldly: "I think he is quite tough. If I don't kill him, I can at least beat him up."

Sang Mo nodded: "It's up to you."

"As long as you're not afraid of Miaomiao getting angry afterwards."

Xing Yue: “…”

He closed his eyes tightly and calmed down.

"What happened during the day? Tell me everything."