In that mountain village with muddy roads, children ran around, splashing each other with mud and water. A cute seven or eight year old little girl stood in place, a gloomy expression on her face. She stared at the steamed bun in her hand that was once again soaked in blood.

She looked up beyond the village. What lay out there was a long and continuous mountain range that was dim and blurry. But even though she was looking over there, she could still see the flame-covered figure in her eyes. He screamed in pain and misery, slowly turning to ashes until he finally disappeared.

Another failure!

If she had been underestimating her opponent the first time, then the second time she remained sufficiently careful…but, the result didn’t change.

Through these countless years, it was the first time that this little girl encountered something so troublesome.

“Little Junjun, how are you doing? You don’t look as if you are feeling well!” The big sister walked over, her beautiful face full of worry.

The little girl nodded, “Big sister, I’m not feeling too good, let’s go hom...