The towering mountains are winding and undulating, like a giant dragon entrenched in the mountains. The mountains are filled with light smoke, the deep wind is slowly blowing, and the mysterious smell is scattered everywhere.
A petite pink figure ran in panic, followed closely by several black figures.
The petite figure looked up while running. Except for the miscanthus taller than a person, there was no shadow of the road in front of him.
Pulling out the miscanthus taller than a person in front of him, his small body squeezed through any cracks and ran as fast as he could.
The sharp thorns of the miscanthus left a few thin traces of blood on her pink cheeks, and her tiny arms and feet were scarred with blood traces winding down.
The originally clean and bright dress was covered with mud, broken grass, and in some places was torn by branches and miscanthus.
The two cute buns on her head were also torn apart, a few strands of hair were hanging down on both sides, and a few exquisite hairpins were lost while running.
The black shadow approached, and the cold sword with a cold light approached behind her, the cold air was overwhelming.
The petite figure was frightened. She turned around and saw the cold sword approaching her. She quickly backed away in panic.
But there was a 45-degree slope behind her. She didn't notice it, and because of her panic, her soles slipped and she slid down the grass.
"ah!"
The piercing screams floated in the air and echoed throughout the countryside.
Not far from the bottom of the hillside, several figures suddenly appeared. They emerged from the trees and leaped over at a gallop.
A young man, about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a moon-white gown, tapped his feet on the bushes below, and his slender body quickly rose up.
Catching the petite body tumbling down in mid-air.
Several other black figures also jumped up suddenly, blocking the black figures flying down from above, and the two groups of people fought in the air.
The young man held his petite body and spun several beautiful circles in the air. After losing some momentum, he slowly floated to the ground.
The swords there were clanging and clanging, and the petite body here was clinging to the boy's body like a koala, refusing to let go, and her hands naturally wrapped around his neck.
She blinked her big shiny black eyes and looked at the boy holding her in front of her.
Except for a slightly frightened look on her face, she no longer showed any signs of panic.