The Charm of Soul Pets

The three-eyed eagle slowly drifted deep into the silent forest.

The plants deep in the silent forest were supposed to be dense and purely a true forest world capable of reaching the sky.

However, after that battle of human invasion, deep in the silent forest has become a little desolate, and many tens of thousands of years of giant trees can be seen cut off at the waist, falling on a black scorched land.

Deep in the silent forest are pit depressions in many places. Many lands have completely lost the nutrients that the soil would otherwise possess because of the devastating skill coverage of some darkness, flames and thunder. Not to mention some big trees that need more resources, even some very resilient grass plants cannot grow on them.

Silent forests have been around for a really long time. In just five or six years, it will not be possible to restore them to their original appearance. Even because of the withering of the main trees, silent forests for hundreds of years, thousands of years, tens of thousands of years can become at most an ordinary primitive forest, and no longer be like the jungle fairy realm.

Seeing the scene of this depression, seeing a trail of destruction left by the immortal creature's battle, Ningman's heart is even less flavorful.

No wonder the guardians who survived also dispersed. This silent forest is no longer the original silent forest. There is no calm in the past, no tranquillity in the past, or traces of scorched earth left by war.

The deeper you fly, the more serious the signs of destruction, and Ningman can no longer even see how many familiar faces.

Suddenly, a desert-like bare earth appeared in front of Ningman!

Ningman can't wait to see, this completely naked land without any plants can be the holy soil of the former master tree, those people didn't even let go of any of the plants in the holy soil, turned this place into a barren land!

Behind is a dark green forest, but in front is a desolate land, the wind rolls up some intervening soil, turns into sand and dust, some gravel falls into the orbit of Ningman, the mood of Ningman is even more indescribable at this time.

The desolate area lasts a long way, in its most central position, and Ningman sees an incredibly familiar and strange tree.

In the past, this shadow in Ningman's heart was the most sacred and greatest shore in the whole world. It was not his own family, but he had to take care of himself more than his loved ones...

It's not human, it's just a tree, an old tree that doesn't know how many thousands of years it's been here.

Perhaps, in less than a decade's time, it was like a blinking moment for the tree, but some of the time was almost entirely for Nimman, who grew up here.

However, the great shore of the heart, like this sacred land, has withered.

Its huge body that supports the sky is no longer as vibrant as it used to be, as if only dry old bark was wrapped around it, its crown that shields and protects the depths of the silent forest has become incredibly thin, and it keeps falling out in the wind, its bare roots on the ground have also withered like sun-dried mud, without a chance...

It's like an old man with a lot of skill suddenly turns into a corpse lying in a coffin.

The death of the master tree is already a fact. Ningman is fully prepared, but really sees the wreckage of the master tree, and she feels that her throat is completely blocked by acid.

The three-eyed eagle flew half a turn around the decaying body of the main tree, then slowly landed at the roots of the main tree.

Ningman jumped off the back of the three-eyed eagle and said, "I want to be here with Grandpa Tree. ”

The three-eyed eagle nodded, opened its wings and flew back into the sky.

Despite the fact that this has become a barren land, the Guardian is always the Guardian, and the Triple Eyed Eagle will not allow humans to step in here for another half step!

Ningman watched the three-eyed eagle depart and slowly climbed up his old roots, scattered along the main tree.

The body of the master tree is enormous, and its roots are enormous, and some of the larger roots are equivalent to a small ramp for Ningman.

After climbing a rootstock, the rootstock appears to have some splits that form a long groove with lots of soft leaves and petals that do not rot.

In fact, this tiny groove on the tree is the cot that Ningman spent more than 3,000 nights in.

She sleeps here. The petals and leaves are mattresses. One of the many leaves of the master tree can cover Ningman's body with a small new leaf...

There will be no air intrusion here when the wind blows. When it rains, it is always dry, and always Ningman lays there half the time, looking at the endless rain screen. Even when the snow flies, the cold air doesn't get into this little place.

There's nowhere warmer than here.

Seeing this familiar place, the weary wandering Ningman raised a strong sense of belonging, she took off her shoes and slowly lay on top of them...

At that time, Ningman was just a little girl with a tiny body, and this little wooden bed was just right for her.

But now that she's grown up, the cot seems a little short to accommodate her.

Ningman first lay on his back with his hands resting on a flat stomach, his eyes clear enough to stare into the sky without a hint of meditation.

At this time in the past, the rays of light will fall from the crown of the main tree, a very clear path, the azure blue sky in the gap of the leaves, if hidden, from time to time there will always be a group of wings floating, sprinkled with some clean and light feathers, in the sun soft with some fallen leaves to dance and float, one trip is an afternoon, don't think about anything, don't worry about anything...

And now, even if you're lying in the same place, you don't see this familiar scene in your head, just empty blue skies, and a few lonely branches.

“Grandpa Tree, Ningman is here to see you.” Ningman raised a smile and mumbled.

Dry old branches are swinging slightly in the sky, and I don't know if it's the wind blowing, or if this dead old tree is answering Ningman's words.

“Nobody's here. You must be lonely. ”

“I want to talk to Grandpa Tree a lot, but I don't know where to start. A lot has happened...”

“Well, um, I'll start by leaving Silent Woods. ”

“The big lion left me and everyone...”

“Ningman misses the big lion. ”

“Brother Demon is nice to me, it's just that he's always on his face and it's not funny. ”

“That Ye sister is the best. When my brother ignored me, I went to tell my sister that she would definitely take care of him. ”

“And Baiyi, Baiyi and Baiyi, they're, oh, they're my brother's men, they're all Nightmares, they're all around me. ”

Ningman lay alone under the tree, slowly talking about his experiences...

But in fact, she looks more like a person talking to herself.

(Chapter 2, still fewer words, can't be done all three days outside, and there are not so many manuscripts at all. Perhaps the day after tomorrow it will be slightly adjusted, and soon the normal drip will return ~) (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)