Hall of Mercy

He was limp at the foot of the mountain, the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth was frosty, his eyes were hollow, and his heart was ashes.

According to legend, there is no such thing as a god that grows on the top of Bailing Mountain.

all fake!What he has been pursuing so hard for so many years is nothing at all.

He actually did it for a legend... Heh.

Forget it, then go back and see her for the last time.

The setting sun leans against the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves are slender and rustling by the strong wind.

The wind was mixed with a strong evil spirit, which penetrated into the tip of his nose domineeringly, and he frowned.

It's a coincidence that I have to rush to die at this time!

A gust of air was rampant in the bamboo forest, like a headless fly, circling around him several times, as if he was exploring.

His body was covered with scars, and the smell of blood permeated the entire bamboo forest.

Eyes tightly locked on the wave that exudes a demonic aura, he raised his hand to caress the inconspicuous bronze dagger on his waist. Half a black dragon was carved on the dagger, and the black dragon's eyes narrowed slightly.

Suddenly, the air flow stopped in front of him, the white crane folded its wings, and staggered towards him, with expectation in its eyes, as if there was something hidden under the wings.

He pulled out the dagger, and the black dragon soared into the sky, its eyes full of fierce light, and the breath of the dragon broke a piece of green bamboo. For a while, the surrounding area was bare, and the bamboo forest no longer existed.

Xuanlong coiled in the air, spitting blue flames.

"Please, help me..." The white crane's top was covered with cinnabar sand, but its feathers were dull, dull and rough, as if it was using all its strength to protect the things under it.

He is a demon slayer, as long as it is a monster, he will kill it without hesitation.

Contempt and disgust climbed up his face, he held up the dagger, Xuanlong bent his body, and following his light stab forward, Xuanlong jumped down, the injured white crane wanted to say something, but was caught by Xuanlong. The dragon swallowed it in one gulp.

Suddenly, Xuanlong's figure stopped, seeing the thing protected under the white crane's wings, the hostility in its eyes was completely restrained.

"What?" he asked displeased.

"Xuance." Xuanlong spoke faintly, the dragon's chants were sonorous and powerful, and the lingering sound lingered, its eyes glanced at Xuance, "This is a child."

Xuanlong backed away, hovered and turned into a blue light, and then attached to the dagger again, turning into a half carving.

He staggered a few steps, and met those unstained eyes, which were crystal clear and piercing.

Some white crane feathers were scattered on the ground, the baby grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth, babbling words he didn't understand.

Seeing him approaching, the baby turned his head and stared with big eyes curiously, as if examining him.

There seemed to be light and sea in the baby's eyes.

He frowned and looked at the baby, she was smiling with a creak, her breath was clean, not stained with a trace of evil spirit, her skin was fairer than snow.

After hesitating again and again, he still raised the dagger and wanted to kill the baby, but the Xuanlong coiled on the dagger opened his eyes and looked at him, with a blue light in his eyes, which made him close his eyes unconsciously.

"She's not a monster." Xuan Long stared at him with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

One person and one dragon, four eyes facing each other, swords drawn.

After a stalemate for a long time, the baby was blown cold by the wind, and suddenly sneezed, and the voice whirled around Xuan Ce's ears.

He looked down at the baby, and saw that she was giggling at him with her little fleshy hands covering her mouth as if she had been discovered in a prank.

Forget it, he is a monster slayer, since this child is not a monster, there is no need for him to kill her.

As for why she was protected by the monster, he didn't bother to care about the reason.

Seeing that he felt compassion for him, Xuanlong closed his eyes, dimmed his light, and quietly stopped talking.

He looked at the baby twice more, and the baby also stared at him with big eyes, as if trying to compete with him.He gave a wry smile, put away the dagger, and the bell on the flagon around his waist jingled, every time he took a step, the bell rang.

He seemed to have heard the baby clapping along with the rhythm of his walking, and turned his head to look. Sure enough, the little baby was looking at him with a smile, and kept patting with its pink and tender hands.

"I'm not your father." He said coldly. Just as the words fell, the baby seemed to understand, and cried out loudly. The crying sounded through the sky and was deafening.

He blocked his ears in pain, crying unabated.

After walking a few more steps, the baby's crying became more and more heroic...

"Okay, you win."