After transmigrating through countless worlds, the Beast Tamer Cub plucked all the Heavenly Dao bein

This means that although their physical structure is not suitable for climbing trees, they can easily climb very tall metasequoia trees by relying on the power of the wood element.

But Number One has an injured wing and can't fly very high. Hey, doesn't that mean it can catch fish in mid-air?

Actually, Number One's strategy from the very beginning was wrong. If he had quickly plunged into the sea before the others even realized what was happening, they wouldn't have been able to stop him. After all, while they can swim, they can't breathe underwater.

However, although Number One is an amphibious creature that can breathe underwater, he is not very familiar with water. Apart from this period of time, he has never spent so much time in the water before, and has always stayed on land.

So in that emergency, Number One instinctively flew towards the land it was more familiar with, and now it's surrounded by a group of people buried in mid-air.

Well… what else can we do? Fight! Fortunately, Number One's combat ability isn't bad; at most, he'll just get a few injuries, and breaking out shouldn't be a problem.

Just as he was preparing for a do-or-die battle, huh?

Number One stared blankly at a dawn redwood tree next to him, its branches waving.

"Thanks."

Because of Peach's relationship with the Lost Child, Number One was quite used to plants and trees becoming spirits. Seeing that the metasequoia tree had blown away all the burial objects, the polite Number One naturally thanked it sincerely.

"Jing, what are you doing here?"

The tall, straight metasequoia tree emitted a magnetic and pleasant sound, and its appearance gradually transformed into a deer-man with the upper body of a human, but with antlers on its head and the lower body of a deer.

Number One was even more confused. Was this person talking to him?

But this deer-man, transformed from a dawn redwood tree, was completely at ease, naturally reaching out to pinch Number One's chubby little face, and kept smiling:

"Jing, how did you get so small? But you're still quite fun to play with."

"I'm not Jing, you've mistaken me for someone else. My name is Number One."

Number One tried to pry open Shan's large, bony hands with his chubby little hands, but couldn't budge them. Shan was much stronger than he had imagined, and his strength was definitely above his own.

As the saying goes, "a fish under the eaves has no choice but to bow its head." Although Number One was born in a laboratory, the experimenters created many congenital defects in him in order to give him the "virtues" of kindness, obedience, and non-resistance, which resulted in his mental development being somewhat unsound.

But he was, after all, several thousand years old, and his thinking was certainly more mature than Ning Bao's. So he changed his strategy, looking at Shan with his particularly harmless, watery eyes:

"Big brother, could you do me a favor?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Shan laughed even harder, her mouth stretching almost to her ears:

"What did you call me? Come on, say it again."

As he spoke, he gave Number One's head a hard ruffle, then burst into laughter:

"Haha, I never thought you'd end up like this, Jing."

Number One reached out a small hand to smooth the tuft of hair standing up on his head, feeling that the older brother in front of him might have gone crazy.

He rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment. Hmm, his memory was complete; he had never experienced amnesia. Therefore, he couldn't possibly be the Jing that this strange older brother was talking about. This strange older brother must have mistaken him for someone else.

"Big brother, you've mistaken me for someone else."

Number One's chubby face looked so serious and earnest, so Shan smiled even more happily.

After he had finished laughing, he wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes, and then patted Number One's little head:

"Okay, okay, I admit I was wrong."

That tone clearly showed he didn't believe it.

Number One was about to say something when Sugi grabbed him and pulled him up first.

"Tell me, what do you need my help with this time?"

Although Number One didn't know where the word "again" came from, he still said very sincerely:

"Can you throw me back into the sea? I can't fly anymore."

Number One wasn't trying to slack off; he genuinely couldn't fly anymore. One of his wings had been severely injured, with a piece missing. Although Ning Bao and Mu Mu had healed it almost completely with various pills and dietary therapy, a full recovery was impossible. Flying this far was already his limit.

Since fish tails can't walk on land, if Sugi doesn't intend to help him, he'll have to crawl back on his hands.

"Of course!"

Sugi carried Number One like a cargo, then sprinted away on all fours, returning to shore in a total of two minutes.

"Huh? Jing, what are you doing here?"

Just as Number One was about to be thrown back into the sea, Shan suddenly hugged him and spoke gently, as if he were a completely different person.

Number One just stared blankly at Shan. Oh, to be precise, it's not Shan anymore, it's Mu.

"I am another personality."

Mu smiled gently, a smile that was different from Shan's smile before, giving Number One a warm feeling. He suddenly felt that it was somewhat familiar.

A flawless version after careful inspection!

But he didn't recognize a metasequoia tree that had taken human form, especially given his unique dual personality.

In fact, the plant spirits he knew all had rather unique circumstances.

Number One's thinking involuntarily went astray.

Tao Tao and the Lost Child's situations are also quite special. However, there are still some differences. Shan and Mu are two different personalities split from one soul, but in essence, they should be considered the same person.

However, Tao Tao and Mi Tong are two completely different souls; the body belongs to Tao Tao. Mi Tong's own body was destroyed, and he temporarily stayed in Tao Tao's body after reaching some agreement with her.

Mu looked at Number One, who was lost in thought:

"Jing, you still love to daydream so much."

It has to be said that they are indeed two personalities split from the same soul; they do share some similarities, such as both loving to stroke Number One's head. However, compared to Shan, Mu's movements are much gentler.

Number One narrowed his eyes and even rubbed his face against Mu's hand. For some reason, even though he was quite certain he didn't know Shan, he wasn't so sure about Mu. This feeling was familiar and comfortable, and he couldn't dislike it at all.

But that doesn't make sense. Mu and Shan aren't like Tao Tao and Mi Tong, who are two separate souls. Would they only recognize one of them? Besides, Shan clearly knows him. They must have both mistaken him for someone else.

Number One started spacing out again.

Generally speaking, he would be unlikely to do such a thing in front of strangers, mainly because he wouldn't feel safe or secure. But with Mu, he just subconsciously couldn't muster any vigilance.

It's a very cliché hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress story.

It's an old trick, but it works.

By the way, don't be fooled by Number One's cute appearance; he's over a thousand years old. Long-time readers will know that Number One can transform into his adult form, so feel free to ship him! (ω)

(Yes, now the new readers know too.)