The boy sat next to the one-horned worm, watching the sun set, for some reason, and always felt empty in his heart. A week ago, the one-horned worm woke up, but when the boy was ready to work hard with the one-horned worm and move towards a higher realm, he found that the one-horned worm was not willing to fight at all. Even if he was exhausted by a trumpet bud with a flying leaf quick knife, he would not use a poisonous needle or insect bite to fight back. The boy coughed lightly, gently touched the one-horned worm that was already asleep, and felt his body shaking gently when he touched it, and then he curled up tighter. He thrust hard, touched the one-horned worm gently, coughed lightly, and made up his mind to hold it in his arms and walk home.

When he returned home, he gently placed the unicorn worm in the small nest he prepared for the unicorn worm, thoughtfully covered the carefully prepared quilt, and pushed open the door of his father alone. The middle-aged man saw the boy, put down the book in his hand, took the cup handed over by the woman, took a sip, and asked lightly: "What's the matter?"

The boy coughed lightly, sat opposite his father, took the cup handed over by the woman with both hands, placed it on the table, frowned and said, "Although you asked me to enlighten the one-horned worm, I don't understand..." The boy felt uncomfortable in his throat due to his emotional excitement, and coughed a few times, which made his pale cheeks turn red immediately. He slowly recovered under the mother's pat. He took the pills handed over by his father, swallowed it, picked up the cup handed over by his mother, took a sip, and a faint tea fragrance filled his taste buds. The boy closed his eyes with pleasure, smiled faintly, turned his head and continued to say to his father: "I don't understand why the one-horned worm and the big needle bee are obviously members of the tribe, but the group of big needle bees not only bully the weak, but also bully the few with more, and hurt the one-horned worm like this?"

As soon as the boy's voice fell, the atmosphere inside the room instantly condensed, which was so quiet. A hint of panic flashed in the boy's eyes, and his heart began to become uneasy. After waiting for a while, the man slowly stood up, walked to the window, looked at the scenery outside the window and said, "It is rumored that wild female poisonous dragon scorpions will produce many eggs of young dragon scorpions underground, but at most three young dragon scorpions can grow into adulthood!"

"Red Dove, these..." the woman frowned.

The man waved his hand, interrupted the woman, and continued: "After the birth of the young dragon scorpion, only the first three young dragon scorpions that climbed onto the back of the poisonous dragon scorpion can be protected by the poisonous dragon scorpion. The other little guys who didn't have time to climb onto their mother's body will be eaten by their mothers, supplementing the excessive physical energy consumed by the childbirth to ensure that they have enough physical strength to protect the children who can climb onto her body!" After a glance, the boy who opened his mouth in surprise shook his head invisibly and said without any emotion: "In the time of a forest fire, young and strong adult male iron ants will be hugged in a ball to protect their tribe and ensure that the family is not extinct, and will roll out of the forest to ensure that the female iron ants and the young iron ants inside are safe and sound!"

After a moment of silence, the woman looked at Xiaoyao, who was thundered and slowly said, "This is the natural rule!" As she said that, her right hand felt like she was staying on one of her elf balls, and said softly: "The wild elves are relatively weak, and they will take it as their duty to protect the family from extinction."

The man continued: "Although the one-horned worm brought the Alidos group to his own tribe to protect you, it really made the big needle bee colony in danger of extermination. So, not to mention the more, the one-horned worm is understandable, even killing the one-horned worm."

The woman glared at the man hatefully and gently touched the pale boy's head. Seeing that the man showed no sign of letting go, she sighed and said, "It's so late, you go to bed too!"

The boy had not recovered from the shock, but felt that he was so depressed that he was constantly repeating several words in his head: big needle bee, one-horned worm, protection, wrong, poisonous dragon scorpion, eating children, iron ants, and extermination of the clan. The boy couldn't understand his thoughts, as if these words had turned into thick fog, forming a maze. The boy struggled in the fog, wandering in the maze, but he didn't know where his way out was, and he seemed lonely and helpless.

The woman looked worriedly at the pale boy walking towards her room, making waves of coughing from time to time, her eyebrows frowned, her lips moved, but finally turned into a sigh.

The man reached out to smooth the woman's brow, sighed softly, and said slowly: "He will go through this step sooner or later. You must believe him because he is our child!"

The boy looked up at the bright starlight outside the window all night, watching the moon move from east to west, and was finally replaced by the sun's light, disappearing. The boy coughed lightly, yawned, got up from the bed, shook his head, and stopped himself from being confused. After washing, he came to the valley with the one-horned worm in his arms, lay on the grass, watching the one-horned worm playing alone, coughed lightly, and a faint smile appeared on his face. The boy felt that all his inner troubles seemed to have flew away. He felt that compared with the morning, he felt that he was in a much better mood and relaxed. A moment of sleepiness came, and the boy yawned and fell asleep.

Suddenly, the one-horned worm screamed, and the boy woke up from his sleep instantly. The moment he opened his eyes, the boy's heart seemed to be held in the palm of a person's hand, which hurt tightly. A green mulberry bird chased behind the one-horned worm. The green mulberry bird was developing very well, with sharp light flashing in his eyes. There were many scars on the one-horned worm's body, and his traveling speed became slower and slower. Just as the green mulberry bird was swooping towards the one-horned worm quickly, the boy rushed up quickly, blocking the attack of the green mulberry bird with his own body, saving the one-horned worm's life, but the green mulberry bird's sharp beak thorn pierced into the boy's shoulder.

The green muffin bird screamed and quickly flew away from the boy's shoulder. The boy reluctantly covered his bleeding shoulder with his hands, gently stroked the shocked unconscious worm with his injured arm, and comforted him softly.

A little blonde boy raised his arm, and the green mulberry stopped gently on the boy's forearm. The blonde boy frowned, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, gently wiped the blood from the beak of the green mulberry, looked coldly at the boy who was kneeling on the ground, his face turned pale, and he coughed from time to time, and said disgustedly: "It's so dirty!" A group of adults also came over, and happened to hear the blonde boy's voice. The boy felt his father's face froze, and then he heard the blonde boy change without repentance, "I'm sorry, the green mulberry probably thought that the one-horned worm had no owner, after all, his talent was so poor..."

The boy's eyes were filled with anger. Just as he was about to refute, he felt a flash of lightning flashing across his eyes, and his face hurt. He subconsciously covered his face. He saw his father standing coldly in front of him and said in the cold words of ice-dropping: "It's so ugly, why don't you stand up!"

The boy looked at the angry father in fear, glanced at his father's black face timidly, touched the small horn of the uninjured worm like comforting, placed the uninjured worm on his uninjured shoulder, covered the injured shoulder with his other hand, and stood behind his father with his efforts to narrow his presence.

I don’t remember what happened later. I only know that day, my father simply bandaged the boy’s shoulders and punished the boy for not being allowed to eat. He also kept the boy’s tightly closed for the first time. The boy knelt in the ancestral hall all night. It was windy and rainy outside, and the boy shrank alone in the corner of the ancestral hall, coughing from time to time, and tears kept falling. The boy didn’t know what he had done wrong, but he only remembered his father’s words: “You have lost all the face of the family!”
Chapter completed!