chapter 7 mythical beast thunder tiger

Damian rested his arms on the railing on one side of the trestle, looking at the setting sun, and then at the overgrown and deserted path.

There was a murmur in my heart, "She came here at this time in the past few days. The sun is almost setting today, why hasn't she come yet? Could it be that there was an accident?"

During the days when Charles was recovering from his injuries, Damian had met the girl several times, and they had gotten to know each other. To avoid trouble, the girl asked him to wait for her at the beach. Phoebe was also his first friend in the town. . 1

"Damian, what do you think Charles would look like when he saw the Taomu Sword?"Adonis raised her bamboo hat and turned to look at the young man leaning against the railing with a smile.

The two of them knew that Charles liked to use swords as his weapons since he was a child. Every time he went to the mountains to chop firewood, he took the clumsy and uneven stone sword with him. They wanted to replace him with a light and flexible wooden sword.

The two of them cut off the thickest branches of the peach tree in the courtyard without telling him, to give him a surprise.

Damian paused, then grinned and said seriously: "He will definitely accept it silently without saying a word."

"What a coincidence! I thought so too, haha."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

On the sloping path where the weeds covered the adult's calves, an old man wearing a raincoat hat, followed by a slightly fatter and shiny young man, walked towards the seaside.

Maybe it was because Phoebe was shorter, but it wasn't until they walked over the weeds and stood on the slope that Damian saw her standing in front of the old man, holding two bunches of candied haws in her hand.

The girl smiled and waved to him. Damian casually said something to Feng Lan. The latter looked at the girl and nodded, and he got up and walked towards the shore.

The old man had a plain face. He looked at the boy with the beast palm walking towards him, nodded slowly and smiled.

The honest young man's eyes were not on the young man, but on the snow-white hair that was blown up by the cold sea breeze, and on the palm of the beast with sharp teeth and hooks like a tiger.

The two of them were hundreds of steps apart, but he could still clearly feel the chill brought by the beast's palm, which made his originally relaxed spirit tense up instantly.

Even when faced with a young man who had not yet opened the basin and did not know how to control the flow power, he still did not dare to take it lightly.

At first, he thought it was just the paw of an ordinary monster. It was not until the boy left the pier that the honest young man became more certain about the origin of the paw.

He hurriedly leaned into the old man's ear and whispered: "Could it be that those snow-white animal palms are protecting the entire Northern Continent..."

Before the honest young man finished speaking, the old man glanced at him and interrupted: "I just haven't woken up yet."

"Since Thunder Tiger has chosen this young man, the other three continents' mythical beasts may not be able to live in peace either." The honest young man felt uneasy, recalling some past events.

Ten years ago, the Evil Sword God fell because he was from the Northern Continent and had a weird nature. He always had to take care of people and things that he couldn't understand, so he offended many powerful people.

Especially when he traveled alone to the Western Continent, wherever he passed, there were corpses everywhere, rivers of blood, and a fishy stench in the air.

The Evil Sword God split open the Poison Dragon Gate with one sword, and bloodbathed the entire Poison Palace, the Golden Dragon Palace, and the Silver Dragon Palace. All the elite disciples of the Poison Emperor were killed by his sword.

The Poison Emperor, who was in the Heavenly Palace, saw that the Evil Sword God was extremely brave and that he alone might not be able to defeat him, so he had no choice but to ask for help from the King of Gods and Ghosts, and the two of them worked together to defeat him.

After the Evil Sword God returned to the Northern Continent, he died of poison not long after.

Just because of his belief in fighting regardless of life and death and never letting go of killing someone, he was called a "demon" by the practitioners of the Western Continent. His crazy revenge was like a hurricane, sweeping across the entire Western Continent.

After the death of the Evil Sword God, the strong men in the other three continents who were offended by him jumped out one after another, vowing to break into the Northern Continent, find his descendants, and kill the descendants of the devil, especially the poisonous ones in the Western Continent. emperor.

The honest young man remembers very clearly that at that time, the Northern Continent gathered all the top figures in the world. If it were not for the protection of the divine beast Thunder Tiger, and the intervention of the God of War and the Old Sword God, the current Northern Continent would have been destroyed long ago.

Now that Lei Hu has chosen a successor, the Northern Continent has lost a barrier. Since then, the four continents have begun to fight. Large-scale wars are unlikely to occur, but friction among the younger generation will definitely be extremely frequent.

As the grudges continue to escalate, the four continents lack the protection of divine beasts. Maybe because of someone or something, the four continents can fall into endless war.

The advent of a new era will inevitably be accompanied by bloody storms.

Phoebe, who was standing on one side, looked at the two people who were whispering, and hurriedly ran to the young man, holding his hand and walking close to the coast, trying to keep as much distance from them as possible.

"Master, this child is too important to us. Do you think we should take him away from here?" The honest young man looked at the young man dozens of steps away and said anxiously.

The old man calmly stroked his white beard and said with some regret: "It's useless. The thunder tiger is no longer the mythical beast it used to be. It no longer has the ability to protect this continent."

"You mean, Lei Hu has died a long time ago?" The honest young man's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what the old man said, even if this man was his master.

It is hard to imagine that the patron saint of the continent under his feet, a divine beast that can call out thunder from the sky, will sometimes "die" and have to live in other people's bodies to extend its life.

"but......"

"But what?" The honest young man interrupted the old man's words.

The old man looked at the boy who was only about ten years old and said with a hint of hope: "However, it is difficult to say whether he can inherit Lei Hu's will."

"Then we can just take him away. What's so difficult about it?" the honest young man said with a smile.

"No! He has his own way to go, not to mention the flowers in the greenhouse, how can they be compared with the wild flowers blown by the wind and rain. This is not the purpose of our coming here." The old man finished speaking sternly and walked towards the trestle.

The honest young man glanced at the young man under the willow tree with some reluctance, then turned around, no longer thinking about the mythical beast, followed the old man's footsteps and stepped onto the log trestle.

Under the willow tree on the slope, Phoebe handed a bunch of candied haws to Damian. After the young man took it, he couldn't help but ask: "Are they foreigners? Why haven't I seen them before?"

Phoebe sat in the weeds and said carefully: "They must be foreigners. They don't even know where the seaside is. I happened to be here to find you, so I brought them here by the way."

The young man said oh, leaned against the willow tree, looked at the candied haws in his hand, and couldn't help but ask: "Is this candied haws a gift from them?"

"Yes! You don't seem to be very happy." The girl's arms drooped and her little hands rubbed the corners of her clothes. She lowered her head like a child who had made a mistake, not daring to look at him.

Damian bit off a hawthorn covered with solidified sugar, spit out a few hawthorn seeds, and said hopefully, "It would be great if all outsiders were like them."

He didn't see a trace of discrimination in the eyes of the two of them. Although the honest young man was a little excited, he didn't ask any questions, while the old man looked calm from beginning to end.

Through the "alternative" eyes of the two people, he began to yearn for the outside world.

The girl dropped the small wooden stick, wiped the sprinkles from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and said confidently: "One day, I will definitely cure your beast paw."

Zi Yang said expressionlessly: "If you can't do it, don't make it casually. I know you have this heart and that's enough."

Phoebe stood up in a hurry, pinched her waist with her hands, leaned forward, stared into his eyes, and said seriously: "Who said I can't do it! I will definitely do it."

"Okay! How about we make a bet?" The young man couldn't stand her stubborn temper, so he decided to give her a blow to get her to get rid of her bad habit of making promises to others casually.

"What are you betting on?" The girl crossed her arms in front of her chest and raised her face without any fear.

Damian eyes were firm and he said, "If you cure my beast paw, then I owe you my life, how about that?"

The young man is not a reckless person. If he dares to say this, he will definitely win.

Phoebe stretched out her hand and gently tapped her smooth forehead, why: "You have staked your life, so what should I stake?"

"I don't need your bet, because it's impossible for you to find a way to cure the beast's paw."Damian said in a tough tone.

As soon as the young man said this, Phoebe immediately became unhappy. She turned her bright eyes slightly and said mysteriously: "As for the bet, I owe it first. If I really can't cure it, we will talk about it later."

Damian didn't pay too much attention. After all, the girl wanted him for his own good and wanted him to live an ordinary life like a normal person.

On the trestle, the old man sat next to Adonis and asked slowly: "What's your name? How old are you this year?"

"Adonis, Seventeen." The silver-haired boy opened his eyes, looked at the old man, and said calmly.

"What's your relationship with that little guy? Are you and him the only two people in your family?" the old man asked again.

"Brother, besides him, I have a younger brother."

The old man nodded and said immediately, "That means you are the eldest brother among the three."

As soon as he heard the title of eldest brother, Adonis immediately became interested in the old man. He took off his bamboo hat and boasted: "No, without me, they both would have died of hunger long ago."

At this moment, the honest young man behind him saw a fish in the fish basket and asked: "You three won't just eat this fish tonight, right? Is it enough? Can you be full?"

The corners of Adonis mouth twitched and she explained: "My younger brother is cutting firewood in the mountains. It can relieve me a little bit of stress. One fish is enough to eat."

The honest young man hummed, and then turned to look at the deserted path on the slope. His eyes became deeper and deeper, and his heart, which had been quiet, gradually became restless again.

"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough." The old man covered his mouth and nose with his hands and coughed a few times. The honest young man scratched the side of his face and looked at the vast sea with a smile.

The subtle changes between the two happened to be noticed by Adonis. He glanced at the two of them with ordinary eyes, but he made a preliminary inference of their identities in his heart.