Ning Chen

Holding a small wooden bow and carrying a quiver full of arrow feathers on his right shoulder, he looks like a teenager at first glance. His long dark hair is scattered randomly, except for a strand hanging from his shoulder, which is braided with a cowhide rope. The little braids, although there is still a little bit of baby fat on the fair face, but the childishness that children of this age should have is not even visible, there is a striking cinnabar mole on the forehead, and the deep black almond The big eyes are round and round like two jewels.

"Help...help...help..."

Xie Zhanning was born with strong five senses, and few people in the deep mountains and wild forests were very quiet. This faint cry for help, which is difficult for ordinary people to detect, quickly reached Xie Zhanning's ears. Xie Zhanning learned from the hoarse and whimpering voice, The person who called for help must have been trapped in the mountains for a long time without being discovered. At this moment, the person should be extremely scared and desperate.

Although Xie Zhanning knew this, he didn't want to meddle in other people's business. Since everyone said he was a monster, he should be a 'competent' monster. Monsters don't know how to save people.

"Ning'er, you must live on, live well, don't hate them, and be on behalf of your parents..." Xie Zhanning suddenly heard a voice that he hadn't heard for a long time, but he missed it very much, "Dad ...Mother..." I saw that his hand holding the wooden bow tightened until the wooden bow was carved with deep scratches.

"..." Xie Zhanning sniffed his nose and wiped away his tears neatly. In the end, he couldn't bear it and walked over following the cry for help. At the end of the voice was a little boy who was about his age. The ankle was tightly clamped by a huge animal trap, the blood and flesh on the ankle was so bloody that it was unbearable to look directly at it, and even a leg bone was exposed.

At this moment, the little boy was hugging his right leg in pain and curled up on the ground, trembling all over, "Wuuu...help me...please, help me..." When he saw Xie Zhanning, he burst into tears He became more and more miserable, pointed at the animal trap on his ankle, his face covered with snot and tears, and looked at Xie Zhanning pitifully, "Brother, help me...I, I can't pull this trap...my leg, My leg is about to break... woo woo..."

Xie Zhanning knew very well that there was no one else living in this barren mountain except him. The giant trap in front of him was most likely left behind by those hunters who went up the mountain. "Brother, help me..." The little boy kept begging Then, Xie Zhanning gritted his teeth, squatted down, and easily removed the tiger-toothed beast clip that adults would have to work hard to open.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, "Brother, thank you for saving the... monster... the monster!" Just now, the little boy was begging Xie Zhanning, but he changed his face in an instant, and he seemed to have hit a ghost As if, he dragged his bloody ankles and crawled back and forth, his whole body was shaking crazily, and his eyes were staring as if they were about to fall out.

"..." Xie Zhanning only had a wry smile on his face, and he no longer cared as much as before.

A round of toad mirrors quietly climbed up to the top, and Xie Zhanning reflected in the afterglow of the moonlight was a hideous and terrifying face: animal ears, red pupils, fangs, sharp claws, a face that should never appear on human beings. face.

Xie Zhanning took a deep breath and didn't intend to make unnecessary explanations. He turned around and was about to leave. Xie Zhanning heard that there was no movement behind him, so he looked back. It turned out that the little boy had lost a lot of blood and was gradually showing signs of fainting.

"...No, it can't be like this." If you let it go like this, the little boy will die with all his blood sooner or later. Xie Zhanning will never let this little boy die here, in this place where "monsters" haunt.

Xie Zhanning wanted to step forward to help him, but the little boy who was lying on the ground and trembling with fright grabbed a hard rock and threw it at him, with a "bang", the flying hard rock was impartial It hit Xie Zhanning's forehead, and in an instant, dripping blood gushed out from his forehead. The blood flowed to his face, then slid across his neck, and finally fell to his chest. Scarlet blood, scarlet eyes, under the moonlight, Xie Zhanning was as frightening as a bloodthirsty ghost boy.

In fact, with Xie Zhanning's skills, it is easy to avoid the little boy's blow, but he did not plan to dodge from the beginning. For him, such a situation has been commonplace since he was six years old. But it's all painless things.

Seeing this hideous "monster" approaching him, the little boy screamed and fainted from fright. Xie Zhanning took a deep breath, stepped forward and carried him on his back.

It was getting darker and darker, and the night in the mountains was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. He had to take the little boy down the mountain quickly.

Xie Zhanning completely ignored the bleeding wound on his forehead, and walked with the little boy on his back for about half an hour before he saw a village with lights and people in the distance. He tiptoed and carefully placed the little boy not far from the entrance of the village. place, ready to turn around and leave without making a sound.

"Aunt Wang, isn't that your Ermao? I found your Ermao, where is it?"

"Oh my god! Monsters... monsters, there are monsters!"

With a shout, within a short while, a bustling group of people surrounded him one after another. Right now, it seemed that the entire village had been mobilized.

"Er Mao, Er Mao's legs..."

"It was a monster, it must be this monster!"

"Yes! The monster must have done it! Everyone gather around and don't let this monster get away!"

The crowd that swarmed over exploded with every word you said. They held up the torches in their hands and surrounded Xie Zhanning inside.

It is reasonable to say that ordinary people would not be afraid of monsters, but they saw that Xie Zhanning was only a teenager, and they had a large number of people, so they all became bold.

Suddenly an old lady came out from the crowd, and cried out: "Ermao, my Ermao, what's wrong with you, what's wrong!"

She pointed at Xie Zhanning viciously, and cried, "God, what crime did my Ermao do, a good leg was made like this by this damn monster..." The crying person was Ermao's mother, the prince. aunt.

Seeing that Er Mao was unconscious, Aunt Wang cried and yelled, "You god damn monster, I want you to pay for my Er Mao's life!"

"I didn't do it, I didn't do it! It was me, I saved him!" Xie Zhanning really wanted to shout out like this, but he knew very well that none of the people present here would believe him. The voice on the side became weaker and weaker, so weak that no one could hear it amidst the scolding.

Although Xie Zhanning was born with strange strength, he was only a ten-year-old boy after all. The adults in this village came to besiege him in unison. It was really difficult for him to guarantee that he would be able to retreat completely. He only struggled for a moment, and after injuring several people, he was exhausted and was thrown to the ground.

A few bold young men stepped forward and tied up Xie Zhanning who had fallen on the ground from head to toe. The other old and weak women and children were not idle either, and one by one they carried firewood and set up a building at the entrance of the village. On the tall woodpile, they held the torches in their hands fiercely, making noise, clamoring, cursing, and roaring.

"Burn him! Burn him!"

"Burn him! Burn this monster!"

"I think it's rumored that the man-eating monster on the mountain is him!"

"Yes! That's him! Burn this man-eating monster! Burn him!"

Xie Zhanning was dragged to the woodpile by a group of people in a daze like this. He looked coldly at the people below, each with red eyes and red faces, scrambling to throw the bright torches in his hands towards him. They were ignited by these torches thrown one after another, and the raging flames burned, and the soaring flames shone on the faces of this group of people who were so angry that they were distorted and hideous.

"...Hahahaha..." Looking at them, Xie Zhanning suddenly laughed out loud, it turned out that the so-called "monsters" were just what they looked like.

"Ning'er, don't hate them..."

Don't hate them?No!Xie Zhanning couldn't do it, and no one else could do it!

It's people like them that made him never dare to go down the mountain for so many years, it's people like them who always beat him and scold him indiscriminately, it's people like them that killed his kindness Parents who are indifferent to the world.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and it was getting fiercer. Xie Zhanning's outer clothes had been burnt in a mess. The raging flames were ruthlessly rushing and surging like monstrous monsters. Xie Zhanning's whole body, from head to toe, every inch of skin It's like being torn apart slowly by red-hot iron tongs. The fire is the hottest, but at this moment, Xie Zhanning's heart feels like it has fallen into the ice and snow of nine winters, and he can't feel any temperature at all. .

"I HATE THEM... I HATE THEM... I HATE THEM!!!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

The flames were burning in the heart, and Xie Zhanning's desolate and desperate mourning screamed straight into the sky, as if to tear the entire sky, awakening this supposedly peaceful spring night in the mountains of Miaojiang.

"Huh? What sound?"

10. Waterside Bamboo House

"I took this child away."

Above the clouds, a man with the appearance of a fairy who is proud of the snow and frost heard the heart-piercing cry, and saw him stop, following the sound, he followed the sound and galloped towards Xie Zhanning with his sword .

In the crowd, someone shouted: "My God, look!"

In the eyes of everyone, the man's foot collapsed and Xuanguang descended from the sky, as if nine heavens