Interstellar Legend: King of Giants

He was in an indistinct darkness, and the whistling sound of the wind blowing over the cliff came from a distant place, sharp and ear-piercing.

He raised his hand to touch a doorknob-like cold object in the thick darkness, and pushed it lightly.

The thick blackness of the whole world gradually faded as if washed by rainwater, revealing another landscape. The valley after the rain was dark and damp, and the air was filled with the smell of rotting wood.

He was standing on a short hill, the moisture of the rain remained in the sky, and the dark clouds were still reluctant to leave.

Those sharp, undead-like howls of wind came intermittently from a distance. He pushed aside the thick fog that hovered around and followed the sound of the wind. Very obvious.

Walking straight ahead, the sound of the wind seemed to pull him with magical power, pulling him away from the dense forest blocking the front.

The coldness, dampness and silence disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the sudden bright sunshine made him squint his eyes. The soft and fragrant green land was under his feet, and the cobbled path led to a house built by the lake. In the green field flowers in front of the house faintly came one after another cheerful laughter.

A child about four or five years old was running among the flowers, smiling innocently and brightly. The child looked very familiar, and Li Junnian froze for a moment. Isn't that him when he was a child?

The other two—

Kayin?

The elegant and beautiful woman sang softly, her graceful singing voice was gentle and full of deep love, she kept her focused eyes on the child running beside her, and a handsome man sat beside her with his arms outstretched He picked up the dead child and rubbed his chin affectionately against the child's soft cheeks. Even just looking at them, he could feel their warm happiness.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and when Li Junnian strode over, the three of them had already disappeared among the flowers.

Gathering up his frustration, he stepped onto the white steps leading to the house. The door was unlocked and opened with a light push.

The dark and cold room was in a mess. Under the broken crystal chandelier was a huge iron cage stained with dark red blood. A man was trapped in the cage. Li Junnian gasped. It was the one who was holding the child just now. Man, there are bloody feathers all over the cage.

The man let out an angry roar, and the huge angel-like wings on his back flapped and made a sound as sharp as a gale. Blood, pale bones.

Li Junnian had uncontrollable difficulty breathing, as if his heart had been pinched by force.

He strode over, and the moment his palm touched the cage, his fingertips felt icy cold. The iron cage disappeared, and his hands turned into small fleshy figures like a four or five-year-old child.

Through the cold glass, a woman's hand was stuck to him, filled with water like a fish tank, and Kayin looked at him lovingly and sadly in the airtight water tank, a woman's long skirt floated in the muddy water, Under the skirt is a mermaid-like fish tail. It may have once been stunningly beautiful, but now every swing will shed mottled and dull scales.

Suddenly being hugged from behind, he struggled frantically but could do nothing, his hands left the glass, and the woman looked at him from the water tank, opening and closing her mouth without knowing what she was talking about, with a tense and sad expression.

He wanted to open his mouth to yell, but when he spoke, there was only the heart-piercing cry of a child.

The great pain weighed on him like thick and turbid sea water, making him unable to breathe, and hurting his heart as if it was about to be crushed.

【Mother--】

The cry of the child, the despair of the woman beating the water tank, the anger of the man hitting the cage.

He opened his eyes in an instant, staring closely at the ceiling that was stained with a light color and warmth by the dim light of the bedside lamp, Li Junnian was breathing heavily like drowning, blinking violently and unable to calm down.

"Hmm..." There was an unbearable pain from the butterfly bone on his back, as if some hard object was about to tear his flesh and blood and rush out. Li Junnian, who was drenched in cold sweat, sat up tremblingly and stretched out his hand to slowly touch the back. Warm and smooth, like the touch of goose feathers.

In the dim light, a pair of outstretched wings cast shadows on the wall.

The wide-eyed eyes were full of tears, which was the colic that hit the soul directly, and the scars of memory were severely torn open, dripping with blood.

The immortal inheritance in the soul is the last and only gift they left him.