An hour ago, at the foot of the Holy Mountain of Futu.

The paper crane hovered in the mist mid-air, as if the birds that had lost their sense of direction were in a place. Even under the vivid expression of life, they showed a look of doubt, as if they had lost their judgment on some direction of the sensing.

I don’t know how long it took to circling, but the paper crane seemed to have exhausted its energy, gradually lost its spirituality, and became simple again, falling to the ground from mid-air.

The paper crane has become wrinkled, as if it is about to scatter with a slight touch.

A thick finger, covered with gauze, carefully picked up the paper crane, placed it solemnly in the palm of his hand, and then cut a blood mark with his fingernails on his fingernails. A bright red blood dripped on the paper crane, smearing into the mysterious ritual, as if it had been injected with vitality again, the paper crane gradually became energetic.

Not long after, it flew back into the air.

But the ragged man followed behind and found that the paper crane was still circling in this area, as if it was disturbed by something like a magnetic field.

The man with a stubborn face thoughtfully began to look for possible barriers in this area.

"Crazy--"

The sound of the bushes being twitched suddenly sounded, and the man who was like a homeless man became alert in an instant. He even picked up the sharpened bamboo stick on the backpack, staring at the direction where the sound came like a beast.

"Crazy--"

The continuous sound was getting closer and closer, and the man's heart was beating faster and faster, and even his breathing was slightly heavier. He tightened his stick, which was sharpened like a bamboo gun, stared at the figure suddenly appearing in the bushes, and then, the hand that was originally tight, subconsciously loosened.

Because what appeared was a little girl four or five years old, with a pink and jade carving.

The little girl was wearing a red cotton jacket and two braids. She blinked her eccentric big eyes, as if she was frightened, and stared at him with wide eyes.

The homeless man was stunned for a moment, then swallowed slightly.

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But facing the homeless man's dull questioning, the little girl blinked and nodded tearfully.

Well.

tramp︰"……"

Did it admit it?

A little girl who suddenly appeared in the wilderness admitted that she was not a human being?

The homeless man thought about it and suddenly felt that this didn't seem to be a terrible thing. In addition to the little girl's cute appearance, the little girl's age and her red cotton jacket reminded him of a scene of thinking about it day and night.

But now when you think about it carefully, the pictures that should have been familiar with seem to be a little blurry?

Yes, after all, almost twenty years have passed, and he seems to have forgotten her appearance, only remembering her red cotton jacket, a vague smile, and a crisp sound of rattle.

Thinking of this, the man couldn't help but feel a split headache. The bamboo gun fell from his hand, and then hugged his head in pain and slowly knelt on the ground.

He shouldn't forget.

But after searching for so many years, one day I suddenly realized that I couldn’t remember what she looked like?

It's only twenty years!

How could I forget it?

It shouldn't be forgotten!

This kind of forgetting is unforgivable!

That's a sin!

Faith seemed to collapse in an instant!

The man couldn't help but burst into tears, raised his messy head, and exhaled tremblingly, as if he had exhausted all his energy, and even the white hair on his head seemed to be swelling wildly.

Looking at the homeless man who looked like a madman, the little girl seemed a little scared, but after standing there for a long time, it slowly approached him, then stretched out a small white hand and gently patted the gradually graying head.

"Old man... don't cry." A slightly immature child voice sounded, which shocked the man, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"You - shout - shout - me?" He stretched out his gauze-wrapped finger and pointed at himself, seemingly disbelief.

The little girl looked at him with tears in her eyes, nodded slowly, then opened her mouth and shouted again: "Old man."

"Old man?" The man couldn't help swallowing.

How many years have I not heard this sentence?

Twenty years?

"Xi? You? Xi?" The tramp stared wide, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and his lips trembled and anxiously said: "Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi?"

"It's Xixi." The little girl slowly lowered her head, then stretched out her tender little hand, holding the rough hand wrapped in gauze, which had become bright red, with tears in her eyes: "I heard you are looking for me, missing me! I am thinking about me back! And I am also thinking about the old man! I begged him for a long time before I was allowed to see the old man again."

As he said that, tears could no longer be held back, falling like a pearl curtain.

"Xi! It's Xi!" The man picked her up and hugged her hard, stained with tears, and his rough cheeks, buried in the little girl's arms. He couldn't help but howl and howl.

It seems that I want to release all the grievances and pains of these twenty years.

"Apricot!" In the wilderness, the man's heart-wrenching cry came.

"The old man doesn't cry." The little girl still coaxed him and patted his head gently.

"Drum? Yes!Drum!" The man seemed to think of something, raised his head suddenly, and grabbed the little girl's wrist with one hand, as if he was afraid that she would run away. He put down the bamboo basket behind him with the other hand, and then carefully took out a rattle and handed it over: "Drum! Xixi!"

"Gee..." The little girl smiled with the rain, just like the past, as gorgeous as fireworks.

She took the yellowed rattle and then swayed gently. In the misty wilderness, a crisp "dong dong" sound suddenly came.

Looking at the familiar laughter and the rhythm of the drumming, the man's memories seemed to be pieced together instantly, and the originally blurred pictures gradually became clear.

It's Xixi!

It's really Sissi!

"Xi! Xixi! Go home?" He blinked his dark eyes and asked with a little hope.

"Go home?" Hearing the man's inquiry, the smile on the little girl's tender face gradually disappeared.

She glanced at the old man who was getting older and tried hard to smile, but somehow, she could not help crying even though she wanted to laugh.

"It's too late." The little girl turned around, looked at the foggy Mount Futu, and said with tears in her eyes: "I...I can't bear to leave the old man, but I'm leaving! He...He is calling me! He won't let me leave!"

"No!" The man shook his head hard and held the little girl's hands tremblingly. A light seemed to pop out of his eyes: "Xixi! No, I'm leaving!"

"Boom--"

A loud noise suddenly came from the void, and then thunder flashed, and light was brewing in the clouds.

"Don't blame her anymore. She didn't deliberately lose me, and I don't blame her." The little girl tightened the rattle, stuffed the drum back into the man's hand with a terrifying force, and then showed a tender smile: "I'm leaving! Help me... take it home! Live well!"

A ray of light suddenly shot out from the clouds, connecting the little girl's body. She looked like a little fairy floating outside the world, and her body slowly took off into the air with irresistible shape.

"No!--"

The man yelled, but to no avail. Even the extraordinary person was still suppressed by that pressure and could not move tightly, because the power of mortals could not resist the will of the gods, let alone a bunch of gods!

"Boom--"

There was lightning and thunder in the void, and the little girl who was sucked into the light column turned into fluorescence and then slowly disappeared.

The next moment, a beam of light that was thicker than before rose into the sky within the node of the domain of the Futu Holy Mountain, and then began to spread rapidly in all directions. The entire sky was rendered like daytime, with terrifying energy ripples that were surging and spreading further away!

It seems to be demonstrating the majesty and horror of God!

...

...

"Ahem...Ahem...Ahem..."

Holding a small tree, Chen Qiu was suddenly suppressed by the terrifying aura that appeared, and fell directly to the ground, and broke a small tree.

He widened his blood-red eyes, raised his head and looked at the void with a gloomy look, and then saw a huge halo, which was constantly rippling in all directions from a certain direction.

Chen Qiu's eyes were bloodshot, and subconsciously, a black light flashed through his vision, and then he slightly relieved the pressure and slowly got up from the ground.

"It seems that you have begun to get used to those forces that did not originally belong to you..."

"Shut up!"

The weak and sharp voice was interrupted roughly by Chen Qiu. He narrowed his eyes slightly, closed his eyes, and then slowly let out a breath.

"what is going on?"

"Don't you want me to listen to me?" The weak and sharp voice smiled.

"Do you think I'm afraid of death?" Chen Qiu gritted his teeth, his eyes turned red, and his expression gradually became lit up.

The weak and sharp voice stopped talking. After a moment of silence, he slowly said: "There is a high-ranking guy who has arranged a mysterious ritual in my domain."

"What mysterious ritual?" Chen Qiudun frowned.

"have no idea."

"You don't even know your domain?"

"That's because I've been suppressed for too long." A weak and sharp voice sighed: "I was deprived of authority by that old guy, smashed the body of the demigod, and dismembered the legendary form. Now, even the ownership of the domain has been separated, and my state is extremely weak. Otherwise, how could I be threatened by that...uh...you guy."

Chen Qiudun sneered slightly after hearing this.

Do you really think he doesn't know that this guy was dealt with by a god?
To be continued...