The war between the shemales lasted for thousands of years, and the Protoss did not intervene in the slightest, so it seemed interesting to think that this was also very interesting.

There were even gods who made bets on which side would win the final war.

And just when wars are happening every day, in a small village, which is also located on the border of the territory of the human race and the territory of the demon race, there is a small wild bamboo forest in the backyard of a boy who is scavenging.

It was the season of spring shoots, and one day, as usual in spring, eleven or twelve-year-old boys went to dig bamboo shoots.

When the little boy wiped his sweat and was about to return home, under a green bamboo, a little girl in an emerald green dress lay on her side.

Walked over and crouched beside the little girl.

The little girl is very cute, carved like a porcelain doll, and her long turquoise hair is scattered on her shoulders.

Although the hair color is different from ordinary people, there is no sense of disobedience, as if this girl's hair color should be like this.

The little boy's little hand wiped the clean part of his body, for fear of staining the girl's white and flawless skin.

Stretched out his index finger and poked the little girl's face, as tender as an egg that he couldn't eat a few times a year.

Poking and poking, the little boy's cheeks are slightly red, she is really cute.

"Hey, wake up...... Wake up......"

The little boy held the little girl's weak shoulders and nudged them gently.

However, the little boy shook the little half pillar of incense for a while, but in the end he still did not wake up the little girl.

But her slightly bulging chest rose and fell.

After thinking about it, the little boy first put down his basket, carried the little girl into his dilapidated courtyard, and then turned back to carry his bamboo shoots back.

Covering the little girl with a quilt, the little boy who had never taken care of anyone clumsily fed her, and every time he pried her mouth open, the little boy would always blush inexplicably.

In the morning, he worked for the adults in the village, came back at noon to take care of the little girl, went down to work again, and came back in the evening to take care of the little girl.

At night, since there was only one bed and a stack of quilts in the dilapidated thatched hut, the little boy thought about it, and every time he washed himself in the river before burrowing into the bed.

Every time I get into the bed, it's warm, maybe that's what adults often call a warm bed......

And one day, when the little boy wakes up every day as the sun rises, the first thing that catches the little boy's eyes is not the girl's cute and quiet sleeping face, but the little girl's big eyes that blink and blink.

The little girl woke up, and a pair of big Kazlan eyes looked at the little boy.

The little girl lay on her side, not fear, but curiosity in her eyes.

looked at each other, and the little girl looked at her like this, and she also blushed a little.

"You...... What's your name......"

The little boy quickly sat up and asked a little nervously.

"Name ......" The girl in the turquoise dress was also leaning on the head of the bed, her brows furrowed, "I can't remember.....

"That's ......"

The little boy scratched his head, rolled over and got out of bed, and took out something called a "book" from the cupboard.

This book was given to a little boy by a traveler.

The traveler called himself a scholar and a monk.

In this war-torn era, the little boy didn't know what a monk named Scholar was, but he had also heard from the village chief's grandfather that he seemed to be a very powerful character.

"You pick one, if you don't have a name, it's troublesome."

The little boy spreads out the book in front of the little girl.

"What words do you like?"

In fact, the little boy didn't know any words, but if she didn't know the beautiful words, then she would go back and ask the village chief's grandfather how to read them.

Flipping through the books, the girl in the long blue dress finally put the book in front of the little boy.

A pair of big eyes looked at his appearance, as if to say, "...... you choose"

"I choose ......"

The little boy scratched his head, and his fingers finally stopped in the line of the poem "The King is in the World".

"Is it called a dumping king? What do you think? ”

The little girl thought about it, whispered to both sides of her mouth, nodded happily, and narrowed her eyes into two beautiful crescents.

"Hmm."

The word "Dumping Jun" has become the name of a girl.

In this small mountain village, there is a little hope for the life of a teenager with a companion.

For the first time, every day of life seems to be relied on.

In the process of getting along, once Jiang Feng and Tilt Jun went to the mountains to pick wild vegetables, Jiang Feng accidentally fell down the slope and broke his leg, when Tilt Jun carried the skirt over, his little hand stroked Jiang Feng's calf, under the faint fluorescence, Jiang Feng's injury quickly improved.

At this time, Jiang Feng knew that Dumping Jun was not a human, but a demon as the adults said, so he asked Dumping Jun not to use demon power in front of anyone.

Two people eat and sleep together, it turns out that happiness is a very simple thing.

One day, someone in the village got married, and Jiang Feng took the dumping gentleman to eat.

Seeing the bride wearing a red dress and a red hijab on her head, the eyes of the emperor lit up.

On the way home, and even when he returned home, he was silent, and Jiang Feng didn't know why.

"Jiang Feng."

"Huh?"

Sitting on a small wooden bench, the two put their little feet into a basin of boiling hot water.

"I want to be your bride." Raising his head, he said seriously.

However, where does the eleven or twelve-year-old boy understand these things, but if you want it, you will agree to your chance.

"Hmm."

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Feng nodded.

"That's it, pull the hook."

"Well, the retractor."

The two little hands hold each other together, telling the most innocent and beautiful story.

But one day, the battle between the demons broke out again, and it affected this small mountain village, the small mountain village was destroyed, and the shelter of Jiang Feng and Dumping Jun disappeared in one day.

In the process of escaping, the two met the demon clan.

Seeing Jiang Lin's human race, the demon clan was going to kill Jiang Feng, even if he was a child, he was in a hurry, and killed him.

For the first time, the nausea of blood on her hands made the girl vomit and vomit, but she still endured the nausea in her heart and pulled Jiang Feng to keep running.

But in the end, he was still caught up.

One of the banshees at the head admired the prince and said that as long as she was willing to go with her, she could let the little boy go.

Looking at Jiang Feng, who was knocked unconscious in his arms, he agreed.

When Jiang Feng woke up, he had already left.

Jiang Feng kept searching, but he couldn't find anything.

In the end, when Jiang Feng was hungry and cold, a woman with a long sword stood by Jiang Feng's side.

"What's your name?"

The woman with golden eyes asked.

"Jiang Feng." The woman smiled, "The river of the river, the maple of the maple tree?" I love your name. ”