King of the Fairy City

In the northwest of the Blood Sea War Zone, where few people have ever been, there is a semicircular island.

The island is thousands of miles in radius, with green trees and a undulating mountain range running across the entire island.

Between the mountains, there are some low thatched houses, from which smoke rises from time to time, and occasionally some rough mountain songs can be heard.

Generally speaking, an island like this, which is tens of thousands of miles away from other islands in the sea, is isolated from the world and rarely has human monks settle here.

Those who live on such an isolated island are naturally a branch of the East Sea Tu people.

On the half-moon-shaped white beach, fine sand is densely covered, and a long row of footprints extends from the depths of the island to the beach.

Following the footprints, a girl with a linen shirt on her upper body and a fur skirt on her lower body, and skin as white as cream, is jumping barefoot on the beach.

The girl was about sixteen years old, with light steps and black, smooth hair swinging back and forth like a waterfall.

Occasionally, she would bend down to pick up a small shrimp or crab washed ashore on the beach, and a bright smile would appear on her delicate and beautiful face.

After putting the small shrimp or crab she picked up into the bamboo basket beside her, the girl stood up again and searched farther away.

After a while, the girl came to a reef group, watching the azure blue water hitting the reef, making waves of crisp waves.

Every time she went to the beach to pick up fish and shrimp, the girl would always stay by the reef for a while, watching the waves for a while.

"Huh? There seems to be someone there?" The girl suddenly exclaimed.

On a large reef not far from her, a young man in green clothes, unconscious, caught the girl's eye.

"Oh, someone has really been washed ashore. Who could it be? Everyone in the tribe can swim." The girl suddenly became nervous. After hesitating for a moment, she put down the bamboo basket in her hand and tiptoed over.

The young man had an ordinary appearance, but there was a hint of heroism between his eyebrows. The girl just took a look and blushed and looked away.

"Who are you? My name is Xin'er. Why do I seem to have never seen you before?"

The young man on the reef closed his eyes and his chest rose and fell slightly. The girl could only hear the sound of the waves.

"It seems that he is injured." The girl didn't think much and hurriedly climbed to the reef where the young man was.

The Tu tribe of the East Sea is naturally stronger than ordinary people. Although the girl who called herself Xin'er was young, she could barely carry the young man on her back and slowly climbed down from the reef and returned to the beach.

After a short rest, Xin'er carried the young man on her back and walked towards the village step by step.

"Xin'er, how did you come back so soon? How was your harvest today? Hey, who is on your back?" A shirtless, dark-skinned, honest man carrying a small bundle of wood on his back saw Xin'er in a small forest outside the village, and quickly unloaded the wood on his body and ran towards Xin'er.

"I don't know who he is. Xin'er asked him, but he didn't answer. Xin'er found him on the reef by the beach." The honest man took the young man from Xin'er with some heartache and carried him on his back.

Xin'er rubbed her slightly sore shoulders, tiptoed to look at the young man behind the honest man, and said crisply.

"The reef, could it be from outside the island?" The honest man looked a little ugly, and put down the young man who had been carried on his back.

"Xin'er, not everyone can be saved. Have you forgotten the pirates who came to our village last time?" The honest man said nervously.

"Are you talking about those bad guys, Brother Mu?" Xin'er's delicate body trembled slightly, and a trace of fear appeared on her little face.

"But, he doesn't look like a bad guy." Xin'er saw that the honest man didn't seem to intend to carry the young man back to the village, and she became a little anxious.

"This clan leader once said that you can't judge a person by his appearance. Anyway, don't judge him by his appearance. Let's wait and let the clan leader decide." The honest man was also kind-hearted. Although he was worried that the young man Xin'er saved was the same kind of pirate who attacked their village, he couldn't bear to leave the young man alone.

"Anyway, Xin'er just doesn't think he's a bad guy," Xin'er said with puffed cheeks, turned around and carried the young man on his shoulders again, moved his feet with difficulty, and walked towards the village panting.

Although she is from the Donghai native tribe, Xin'er is different from other natives. Not only is her skin much whiter, but her strength is not as strong as that of the natives. Carrying the young man all the way has made her a little exhausted.

The honest man opened his lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally ran to Xin'er, took the young man over, and put him on his back again.

"I knew that Uncle Amu is the best." Xin'er clapped her hands and tiptoed to kiss the honest man on the face.

The honest man blushed immediately, but fortunately his skin was dark, so it was not visible.

"I have said in advance that if the chief blames you, you have to say good things for your uncle Mu." Amu sighed. In the whole village, only Xin'er was not afraid of the chief.

Xin'er naturally agreed and led the way happily.

Amu carried the young man on his back and began to breathe heavily after walking a few steps. Strangely enough, although the young man looked thin, he was three times heavier than a spotted tiger he had hunted in the mountains a few days ago.

After a while, the news that Xin'er rescued a strange young man quickly spread throughout the village.

The patriarch of the native village just sent some medicinal materials. After taking a look at the young man, he left in a hurry without blaming Xin'er.

Many natives started talking. Because of the pirate attack some time ago, these natives were somewhat repulsive to outsiders. The clan leader had also issued orders many times not to allow any outsiders to enter the village. He had expected that when Xin'er came here, this order would be Invalid.

Among the Donghai native tribes, most natives do not have surnames and are often referred to directly by the work they usually do.

Amu, who helped Xin'er carry the young man, was named this because he was responsible for cutting wood.

The name of the patriarch Kukai was found in an old book.

Cheng Kuhai learned how to read and write from the older generation of clan leaders. He and Xin'er were the only natives in the tribe who could read and write.

Since rescuing the young man back home, Xin'er took good care of him every day, and added some medicinal materials sent by Kukai Kukai from time to time. After three days, the young man slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as the young man woke up, he showed a vigilant look. Just as he was about to take action, he felt severe pain all over his body.

"You're awake." Xin'er, who had been holding her head and looking at the young man, exclaimed, clapped her hands happily and shouted, "Great, you finally woke up. Xin'er has many questions for you, what is your name? Why were you washed up on our island, where did you come from, and why were you unconscious for three days and three nights..."

Xin'er's series of questions made the young man confused for a while. He studied the strange girl in front of him for a while and knew that he was indeed out of danger.

"I... I'm Ye Mo... Excuse me, was it the girl who saved me?" The young man felt as if his chest was being pressed by a huge boulder, and even speaking seemed extremely difficult.

It turned out that this young man was Ye Mo who escaped from Duan Chengde that day. The Golden Armored Immortal Guard used the power of their battle formation and struck him with all their strength, directly injuring him seriously. Although he took out the ancient painting scroll in time, he was killed The golden giant sword hit his chest.

Fortunately, the ancient painting scroll helped him block most of the force, and because he had practiced the Tiankuiba Body Technique himself, he was not directly killed by this heavy blow. Instead, he used this huge force to escape into the storm tide. , was swept away from the sea area by the tide.

After Duan Chengde relied on his warship to escape the storm and tide, he led dozens of monks on the ship to search hard for three days, but without any results, he had to set sail and leave.

Ye Mo was hit hard and fell into a coma. Fortunately, he took away the two flying swords and the ancient painting scroll in time before he fell into coma, so that these valuable treasures did not fall into Duan Chengde's hands.

However, he also lost control of his body and wandered on the sea for half a month before he ended up on this island and was rescued by Xin'er.

"What are you talking about? Are you talking politely?" Xin'er blinked her big, watery eyes, hesitated for a moment with her cheeks, and then said a little discouraged, "It seems to be a polite word. Xin'er doesn't read much. You should not say these polite words to Xin'er that you don't understand, but it was indeed Xin'er who saved you."

"Uh" Ye Mo tried to mobilize the vitality in his body, but found that the vitality in his body was completely empty due to this serious injury. It was extremely difficult to even operate the mana. The soul in Niwan Palace was also sluggish, obviously due to this injury. , causing a huge blow to his body.

"Thank you Miss Xin'er for saving your life. May I ask where this place is? Are there any other family members or elders in Xin'er's family?"

The most urgent task is to find out where they are now. Ye Mo endured the severe pain in his chest and asked

"Hey, I just said you were polite, but I didn't expect you to be anything but polite. You haven't answered the question Xin'er asked you, so why are you asking Xin'er a question instead?" Xin'er sighed pretending to be unhappy. , although he seemed a little dissatisfied with Ye Mo for ignoring his question, he still answered patiently.

"This is Liuxian Island. Xin'er's family elders...well, if you ask Xin'er's father and mother, they passed away two months ago, but Xin'er still has many family members and elders in the whole village. , they are all Xin'er's family members."

Xin'er's eyes flashed, and Ye Mo could faintly see a small tear falling from the corner of his eye.

"Both parents died, orphan?" Ye Mo felt sympathy for the innocent and lovely girl in front of him.

Under Ye Mo's persuasion, Xin'er finally agreed to invite the village chief.

Looking at Xin'er's disappearing back, Ye Mo secretly smiled bitterly. This girl, with skin as thick as gelatin and a pretty and lovely appearance, looked to be sixteen years old, but she was already tall and graceful. Looking at her appearance alone, he was definitely There is no way to connect this girl with the natives of the East China Sea.