"Dad! Mom! Help me!!"
The little boy's terrified screams echoed throughout the mountain path.
Hehehe.
The man in the black cloak grabbed his collar, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
Ignoring the little boy's struggles, which were as weak as tickling, she said in a harsh tone, "Your mom and dad are dead. No matter how much you shout, they won't come to save you."
"But since I'm in a good mood, I can take you to meet your parents!"
"Ah—!!! No, let me go!!!" Lu Haotian struggled incessantly in the hands of the man in black.
But how much strength can a four or five-year-old child have?
No matter how hard he tried, he was still dragged out of the carriage by the men in black.
The man in black held him in his hand and weighed him in his hand.
With a bloodthirsty smacking sound, he said, "It looks delicious, but it's too small. It's not even enough to fill a gap between my teeth."
It would be better to…
"Whoosh—!" A huge green shadow rushed towards him, cutting him off.
Caught off guard, the man in black lost his grip on the little boy, who slammed hard to the ground.
The little boy felt everything go black, and his last memory before losing consciousness was a dark green shadow that drove away the people who wanted to kill him and saved his life.
The giant green Pixiu slapped the man in black into a pulp.
Upon seeing this scene, the man in black's accomplice lost his usual composure. His face showed terror, and without saying a word, he turned and ran.
Pixiu wanted to chase after it and eliminate it completely, but as soon as it took a step, it felt like something was wrong.
Was that little cub just thrown out?
brave troops:……
The cubs are so fragile, won't they die from the fall?
The Pixiu slapped its face with its huge paws, as big as an airplane.
No longer caring about the fleeing man in black, he leaped to Lu Haotian's side.
She carefully nudged Lu Haotian a couple of times with her paws, but he didn't react much, though his chest was heaving and he was still panting.
Thankfully, it wasn't dead, and the Pixiu breathed a slight sigh of relief.
A flash of white light surrounded the enormous green Pixiu, and its size suddenly shrank.
Until the white light dissipated, revealing a cute four or five-year-old girl wearing a pink dress, with two small buns on the back of her head.
She pulled a brand-new iPhone from her pocket, skillfully unlocked it with her fingerprint, and dialed the only phone number stored on the phone.
With two beeps, the call was quickly connected.
A deep, resonant baritone voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hey? Little darling, what's wrong?"
The little girl said in a soft, sweet voice, "Huh? Little cub, your little cub is dead, the little cub is dying."
Do you want me to take them all back?
The man on the other end of the phone sounded like he had knocked something over, with a series of crashing and banging noises.
The man, breathing rapidly, said urgently, "Please, little ancestor, take them back to the old house as soon as possible."
I'll call the family doctor right away to give them first aid!
The little girl answered obediently, "Okay~ I'll be right there!"
As the words were spoken, a thin layer of white mist floated in the air in the pitch-black night.
The mountain path was deserted.
Twenty years later.
"Beep—beep—beep—!"
Sunlight streamed into a VIP ward of over 200 square meters, giving the pale-faced, white-haired old man on the bed a touch of life.
On the blue electrocardiogram screen, the faint heart rate curve indicated that the elderly man in bed was nearing the end of his life.
The old man looked towards the doorway and slightly raised his hand.
His voice was hoarse, but he tried his best to make his tone kind.
"My little ancestor, you've come over."
The old man is useless; he's going to meet his ancestors...
Before I go, I will entrust you to my unfilial grandson.
If you need anything, just ask.
You saved his life, so it's only right that you ask him for anything.
The person called "Little Ancestor" doesn't look as old as you might imagine.
The little girl looked about four or five years old, wearing a pink princess dress, with her hair tied up in two small buns below her ears.
Beneath her long eyelashes are a pair of bright, clear doe eyes, exquisitely beautiful, and incredibly cute.
The little girl stood at the door, somewhat bewildered.
Gently lift your foot and take a step forward.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside the old man's bed.
The little girl looked aggrieved and asked in a helpless tone, "Little cub, can you not die? I don't want you to die as young as your ancestors."
Less than 50 years after the death of the last cub, is this cub about to leave her again?
A feeling of reluctance slowly welled up in her heart; she didn't want him to die!
The old man looked at the innocent little girl, feeling a deep reluctance to part with her.
But one can come to know one's destiny in old age.
He knew his days were numbered.
The old man gently comforted the little girl, "Little ancestor, we are human."
Naturally, no one could be as blessed as you, with such a long lifespan.
Upon hearing this, the little girl lowered her head, pouted, and remained silent, looking pitiful.
The old man couldn't bear to see her so downcast, so he steeled himself and suggested, "If you feel too sad, go back to that world."
Their lifespans are as long as yours, so you won't be saddened by the fact that our lives are too short.
Their initial intention in worshipping this little ancestor was to give him a home, not a constraint.
But he still doesn't know whether it's right or wrong to let such simple-minded divine beasts send them off one after another with sadness.
The old man looked conflicted, but finally continued somewhat embarrassedly, "However... I'm probably a selfish person."
Even though I know this will become a constraint for you, I still shamelessly made this request to you.
Can you stay with my unworthy grandson for another 20 years?
The child's parents died young because of that incident, and it's unknown whether that force has let him go.
He's still young and not very promising, so I'm really worried about him.
I hope you can protect him from those people.
"Once he's able to support himself, you can go and live the life you want. Don't let us hold you back anymore."
The old man genuinely felt sorry for the "child" in front of him.
His ancestor from nine generations ago had a stroke of incredible luck; he was just chatting online when he came across a mythical beast from another world called Pixiu.
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