The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Chi paced along the shore: "Did you find him?"

Jiang Liujing's figure shuttled quickly. Upon hearing this, his gaze slid from one end of the lush green forest to the other and he shook his head: "Not yet."

He held the hot stone tightly in his hand.

Jiang Liujing had discovered that when he walked in the right direction, the stone surface would maintain a warm, lustrous pale white. Once he walked away, the pale white would turn gray. Like a navigation prop, it guided Jiang Liujing in the right direction.

As the distance to the target shortened, it looked brighter and brighter, almost transforming from an ordinary roadside stone into transparent white jade.

After walking for a long time, suddenly, the stone shone brightly. Jiang Liujing stopped and looked forward.

I was very excited, thinking I had found Sang Mo's true form. Sang Mo was said to be an old tree spirit that had lived for thousands of years. How shocking would his true form be?

However, unlike the majestic, straight trees he had imagined he would see, the place where the stone led him to was an open space.

There was nothing, not even a blade of grass growing on the ground, just a bare expanse of empty land.

Jiang Liujing stopped where he was, a look of confusion on his face.

Before I had time to think about it, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in front of me.

After the wind stopped, a person appeared on the empty ground.

He was a handsome young man with long dark green hair.

She has fair skin, clear-cut but not sharp features, and eyes like deep lake water.

He was wearing a long rattan robe, with his bare hands, feet, and neck casually exposed. His whole body was filled with a natural breath.

The last time Jiang Liujing saw this face was many years ago.

Human memory always fades quickly, just like the melting glaciers in spring. Once exposed to the sun, the past disappears as if it had never existed.

When memories fade, feelings fade with them. People who used to be inseparable may become strangers the next time we meet.

Jiang Liujing actually hasn't thought about his childhood memories for a long time, as if those times were frozen in his old memories.

But the first time I saw the young man, all the memories suddenly came flooding back to my mind.

Only then did he realize that it was not that he had forgotten, but that he was just avoiding thinking about it.

It seems that once I think of it, I will be reminded of the fact that I am separated from my family.

And now, they finally meet again.

"Grandpa Sang!" Without hesitation, the black-haired boy shouted and rushed towards the young man like a swallow eager to return home, with his eyes and eyebrows filled with joy.

He opened his arms, trustingly waiting to receive the young man's embrace.

Sang Mo would definitely catch him, he was absolutely certain. That was his Grandpa Sang, the family member who had watched him grow up. Someone he could trust and rely on.

However, when he was only one step away from the young man, a huge force accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air suddenly came.

Jiang Liujing suddenly felt something cold and rough on his skin, and was caught off guard by several vines that tightly entangled him. His hands and feet were tied up, making it impossible for him to escape. He was hung up like a butterfly chrysalis.

The sudden change caught the young man off guard. He struggled instinctively, but the vines kept tightening, binding him firmly in mid-air and making him unable to move.

Jiang Liujing's happy expression instantly turned into complete astonishment.

He turned his head and looked at Sang Mo in confusion, "Grandpa Sang?"

However, Sang Mo in front of him looked at him expressionlessly, without any ripples in his eyes, as if the person in front of him was just a stranger.

He said calmly, "Human child, where are you from?"

Jiang Liujing was completely stunned.

He said in disbelief: "You don't remember me?"

Could it be that his appearance had changed so much in the past seven years that Sang Mo couldn't recognize him?

But Mingming Chi had told him that the phantom beasts did not identify humans by appearance, but by smell.

Ajin hadn't seen him for many years, but it came to him the first time they met.

Since Ajin could recognize him, how could Sang Mo not recognize him?

Sang Mo didn't answer his question. The green-haired young man stepped forward, reached out and took the stone, which had become like a small moon, from the boy's immobilized hand, then lowered his head and examined it intently for a moment.

After a long time, he said, "It's my keepsake, for sure. Who did you get it from?"

Sang Mo is the king of this area. Because of his special attributes of longevity and knowledge of history, many mythical beasts and humans come to him for help.

But although he was free, he did not have the patience to receive these people seeking help.

In order to distinguish between those who can be ignored and those who cannot, he made a batch of special stones from his own sap. Only those who obtained the stones could attract his appearance.

Sang Mo clearly remembered that the black-haired boy in front of him was not on the list of stones he had given.

Come to think of it, he seemed to still be calling himself "Grandpa Sang".

How strange. Sang Mo thought to himself, he was not someone who had the good intention to teach children, and he had never seen the child in front of him before.

But he did call out the name he had never revealed to the outside world, and the shock and disbelief on his face when he looked at him were unfaithful. It was as if he really was his grandfather.

Jiang Liujing had already noticed Sang Mo's completely unfamiliar attitude towards him at this moment, but he didn't know why.

He knew Sang Mo's strength well. If he was caught, he would never be able to escape. He could only answer, "You gave it to me."

"Seven years ago, you asked Dahei to bring this to me, saying I could come to you with it."

As he spoke, he couldn't help feeling aggrieved. This talented young man who seemed so successful in the outside world felt as powerless and uncomfortable as an ordinary person when faced with the strangeness and alienation of those close to him.

Before he came, he never thought that Sang Mo would actually disown him.

Sang Mo frowned. Dahei? Another name he didn't recognize.

He looked up at the young man hanging in the air, and saw that he seemed to be very depressed. Somehow he felt uncomfortable too.

He rarely felt this kind of emotion, and his usually calm thoughts seemed to be disrupted. He frowned and thought for a moment, then waved him down.

Perhaps he was really influenced by the title of "Grandpa", and his movements when he put Jiang Liujing down were much lighter than when he caught him before.

Standing still, he said calmly, hands behind his back, "I haven't seen you before. But there's another possibility. From what I've seen, you suddenly appeared in my territory. If you don't belong to this time, everything would be explained."

He looked at Jiang Liujing, "How did you get here?"