"I know," Xiaolan called out before Baomu could think of a reply, "Because there is the blood of the dead monster on your clothes, and there is its smell... It seems like the little lion I really found it by following the smell..."
Baomu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Xiaolan didn't blame this incident on her own life experience at all.
"It's just that the dead monster I saw last night was very big." Baomu drew a circle on the ground. "Although I didn't see its full picture clearly, I knew it was very big, and Why didn't this little guy go find his mother... to find the body of the big guy, instead of running here?"
"It was also very big last night." Xiaolan pointed to the little lion that was rolling over.
"You mean they turn into big monsters at night?"
"The animals here are all a little weird, so it's not surprising at all," Xiaolan mused while scratching the belly of the little lion, "I was wondering, it... is it coming to find us?"
"Looking for us?" Baomu was a little confused.
Xiaolan retracted her hand, raised her chin, and shook her head in confusion, "I don't know."
Baomu looked at Xiaolan, and then at the little lion who looked pitiful because he suddenly lost his caress, "How about we take it to find its mother?"
"The one who died was really its mother," Xiaolan grinned, "Oh, it doesn't have a mother anymore either."
Baomu didn't know what to say.
"Then let's take it over there and have a look."
Xiaolan stood up, and Baomu also stood up.
When the little lion saw the two standing up, he thought they were leaving, and hurriedly stood up straight with his paws, but he was reluctant to let go of the clothes with his mother's smell under his paws, so he stood up straight for a while, and then lay down and rubbed the clothes. It seemed that Extremely anxious.
Baomu and Xiaolan looked at each other and nodded firmly.
"I don't know what to do now anyway, so I might as well take it to find its kind."
Baomu bent down and picked up the coat on the ground, and the little lion was carried in. At first, he screamed a few times in panic, but soon he discovered that human embraces were warmer than clothes, so he huddled in Baomu obediently. In his arms, his little paws were holding the blue coat, and after a while, he actually fell asleep.
Xiaolan looked at the little lion's blunt claws and teeth and sighed.
This little guy doesn't seem to have any offensive power.
The two walked a few steps, and suddenly, a shadow enveloped their heads, like a dark cloud covering the sun.
They both looked up.
They only saw a white wing streaking across the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind lifted the two of them up. The two of them were blown off the ground by the wind. Baomu rolled on the ground several times before he hit a bread tree and stopped. He screamed with one hand. He held the little lion in his arms, and quickly grabbed Xiaolan who almost flew away with his other hand.
"What...what..." Xiaolan heard Baomu's voice pouring into her ears intermittently.
The two of them couldn't raise their heads at all. They only heard the branches above their heads snapping and breaking. The canopy that could barely shield them from the wind would soon disappear.
Xiaolan and Baomu held each other tightly.
The wind became stronger and stronger, carrying a lot of gravel and tree branches in the wind, and made several cuts on the two of them.
Where does the wind come from?
What happened to the wings just now?
Xiaolan felt like her head was about to be blown away and she couldn't think at all.
Baomu pinched her arm with a little more force. Xiaolan struggled to look up at him, and heard Baomu shouting, "It seems... smaller..."
Xiaolan didn't feel anything at all.
"It seems not..."
"ah!--"
A scream came from far and near. Before the two of them could figure out where the scream came from, the scream spun around them.
Xiaolan felt a black shadow suddenly attack, and the next second, the black shadow hit the two of them hard.
The three of them flew out together.
"What are you doing, what are you doing, what are you doing!..."
Xiaolan was blown all over the ground by the wind and shouted so much that she was drooling. Fortunately, Baomu caught her again soon. Xiaolan took a closer look and saw that it was the black shadow flying over that was stuck between the two sides. Between the old tree stumps, the man caught Baomu, and Baomu caught himself.
"Mirror!..." The man yelled vaguely towards Xiaolan, "Mirror!...That mirror..."
With a crunching sound, the old tree stump cracked.
Xiaolan recognized the person who bumped into them.
It was the long-haired boy he had just said goodbye to not long ago.
Mirror?
"That mirror!..." The long-haired boy gestured desperately with his other hand.
Xiaolan suddenly realized.
He was referring to the special prop he got, that magic mirror!
Xiaolan quickly put her hand into her pocket and fumbled around.
The wind blew the things in her pocket tightly against her skin. Xiaolan sorted through the messy things inside, and finally took out the small mirror.
Then, she stood up the mirror and pointed the front of the mirror in the direction of the strong wind.
The three of them fell to the ground instantly.
Xiaolan's face was covered with hair. She climbed up from the ground in embarrassment. She looked up and saw Baomu and the long-haired boy who were also in embarrassment.
The long-haired boy had not even finished arranging his long black hair, but he crawled behind Xiaolan and kept coughing.
Baomu also came to Xiaolan's side, and the three of them looked around together.
The surrounding tall trees were still being broken, and the few that were still standing were bent into dangerous arcs. However, in the small piece of land where the three of them were standing, not even the sand on the ground was raised.
"Is this...is this what this mirror is for? Can it hold the wind?" Xiaolan wiped the sand off her face and asked the long-haired boy.
The boy tried hard to stop coughing. He patted his chest and asked, "Do you remember what this mirror is called?"
Xiaolan thought for a while, "It seems to be called the Dream-Destroying Magic Mirror."
The long-haired boy nodded and finally stretched out his hand to tidy up his hair, "That's what it does."
"What do you mean?" Xiaolan looked down at the dull little mirror.
"It can cleanse the dirt and prevent the owner of the mirror from being infected by unwarranted evil forces." The long-haired boy stood up. "Actually, this is not a simple storm. There are two monsters fighting over there. This is one of them. Wind caused by the flapping of a monster’s wings.”
"Just now we saw a white wing!" Xiaolan quickly reported.
The long-haired boy looked from a distance, "I know, I saw it too, and I also saw the beast being attacked, that's why I was blown here by the wind."
Baomu looked at the boy's face suspiciously and asked lightly, "Why do you know the use of that mirror?"
