After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

"Ayu—Ayu, where are you?"

Silent hills, gusts of wind mixed with inexplicable rustling noises, heavy dew and thick frost at night, and mist that overflowed from nowhere could barely cover the unclear stars in the sky.

Between the intertwined branches, you can occasionally see a bright-colored dress shuttle in the vast mist, stumbling around and looking for someone eagerly.

"Ayu—ah—"

The person who came was forced to stop abruptly in the middle of his shouting, not for any other reason, but because there was a strange beast that looked like a lion or a leopard entrenched in the road ahead. It was completely dark and hid in the night, sleeping quietly, but its huge body was extremely oppressive. It makes people timid, for fear of disturbing it.

The weak mortal couldn't help taking a few steps back, trembling and fumbling, he picked up a branch on the ground and blocked it in front of him.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, whether Ayu had been buried in the belly of this beast, and he might not escape tonight.

He was so frightened that his hands and feet became weak, but he couldn't retreat. He tripped over a pile of rocks and fell to the ground, holding back his screams.

The elbows and palms that were on the ground were bleeding profusely from the sharp stone thorns, and the bloody smell and moderate movements still woke up the giant beast.

It is like a sneaking mountain with a distant and majestic outline, which emerges little by little from the entanglement of night and fog. The huge body that should have shaken the earth, but it seems to be sympathetic to the hard-to-green vegetation, walks slowly like the wind. in front of him.

The feeble mortal held up the branch and confronted it ridiculously and pitifully.

The gigantic beast that looked like a god stopped in front of him, its eyes were as deep as the sea without a trace of wildness, it seemed to be integrated with this quiet green mountain, and the breath it exhaled turned into wind in an instant, wrapping the mortal in it.

The wound that was still bleeding just now was intact in an instant.

The unstoppable wind turned into a white butterfly and circled around him again. He looked up again, but there was no giant beast there, and there was nothing but the sky and the earth in front of him.

Is it a dream, or a hallucination?

He looked at the butterfly in front of him, its fluttering wings shone with a turquoise glamorous fluorescent light.

The memory also became confused with the firefly for no reason. Why did he come to this mountain? ...That's right, he came after this white butterfly. He got lost on this mountain.

Yes, it must be so, he has to go back quickly, otherwise Ayu will be worried...

He brushed away the fog and lifted his clothes to run, but he couldn't get out of the confusion after going around.

What should I do, what should I do, if I am stuck on the mountain all night, I am afraid that the old disease will relapse again, and this winter will be difficult.

He was born weak, how could the Runan Ye family be inherited by a sick child, the law of the jungle cannot tolerate him, and he was thrown by his family into this barren mountain to fend for himself, except Ayu No one cares about it.

I don't know if it's the isolated and helpless situation, or the overly cold night wind that makes him sad for spring and autumn, and his eyes are filled with the bitterness and astringency of the world like morning dew.

"My lord, are you lost?" A clear and warm voice sounded not far away.

The owner of that voice stood in the bluish-white mist, and the remaining dim starlight was not enough for people to see his face clearly.

"Ye Jirong, Ye family in Xiarunan, Xiaosheng Bucai has lost his eyes here, if you can help me..." Ye Jirong hastily bowed and saluted, and walked forward in two or three steps as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

The man stretched out his hand and smiled lightly: "There is fog in the mountains and it's not easy to travel. I'm a humble man in the mountains. If you don't mind my son, you can go down the mountain with me, and you will be safe."

Ye Jirong didn't say a word, for fear that he would regret it, he quickly stretched out his hand to firmly hold his slightly cool palm, and said impatiently: "Don't dare to dislike it, please help me, sir, I will live in a Taoist temple in the mountains, and I will come down." After the mountain, I will reward you with a lot of money!"

As if amused by his words, the man walked steadily and led him into the thick fog, and still said gently: "I don't lack that stuff."

Ye Jirong was taken aback, and followed him stumblingly, "Then what do you want?"

The gentleman who looked like a fairy suddenly sighed in a low voice: "The vicissitudes of the sea, the white clouds and the dogs, how long have you been standing here in Duyun Mountain?"

Ye Jirong didn't understand why Duyun Mountain was mentioned again for no reason, so he said in embarrassment: "I don't know much about it."

"I'm just..." The man stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, Ye Jirong looked up, and realized that they had broken through the endless layers of confusion at some point.

At the end of the mist, the man turned his head, his eyebrows, his fingers, like the lingering smoke under the moonlight, turned into sparkling water and swayed into bright light.

"I'm just so lonely."

[The author has something to say: There are probably three or four articles in the previous life, and there will not be too many]