With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

Shen Yuan didn't have time to ask questions.

Song Yu tapped the Dharma Mirror with his finger and said, "Do you think so, Song Xingyue?"

After a gap of half a year, we met again at Yinmen.

In the mirror, there was no movement at all.

Shen Yuan asked curiously: "Do you know each other?"

Song Yu smiled and nodded, then knocked the magic mirror hard: "Song Xingyue, come out and talk. If you pretend to be dead, I will burn you to death inside."

"I have a way." There was a white light looming on Shen Yuan's fingertips, and he was about to touch the mirror.

Before he touched the mirror, light flashed, black evil energy surged out, and the woman's voice was filled with resentment: "Song Yu, why aren't you dead yet!"

"You have been bad from beginning to end, so bad that you have pus, and you are not dead yet. How can I die?" Song Yu smiled and stared at the black mist floating out, which gradually solidified into a somewhat illusory image in front of his eyes. silhouette.

"You've made me look like a human and a ghost. What else do you want?" Song Xingyue looked at her bitterly, wishing he could eat her.

"Did I hurt you?" Song Yu laughed sarcastically: "Song Xingyue, are you still stubborn about it? It's obviously your own fault."

"It's because of you, Song Yu. If it weren't for you, how could my parents and brothers alienate me and hate me? It's you who took away what originally belonged to me. It's you who they should despise." Song Xingyue angrily Unfair.

All because of her.

Everything happened because of her.

"You understand, they hate you because you are vicious, you have pus, and you have done wrong things." Song Yu didn't want to talk nonsense to her. It had only been half a year, and everything in the outside world, to her, , it seems like a long, long time has passed.

"I just want to keep everything that originally belongs to me. What's wrong with me?" Song Xingyue became more and more angry, with black resentment lingering on her blurred face, dense and terrifying.

"Shut up." Song Yu coldly interrupted her nonsense and said, "You are now in my hands. I will give you a choice. Tell me who brought you here."

The person who brought Song Xingyue in was the mastermind behind the scenes.

However, she felt that it might not be an accident that Bago was able to follow the Dharma Mirror so easily, but that the person did it intentionally and wanted to use this to distract them.

"I won't tell you." Song Xingyue suddenly laughed out loud, and her figure became more solid, as if she had gained the confidence to negotiate with her: "Why should I tell you, Song Yu, you will never Don’t even wonder who is the mastermind behind what happened to you.”

"Really?" Song Yu also laughed, and Yun Danfeng shouted softly: "Maoqiu."

A round, fluffy white fur ball ran over and stood on her shoulder. It looked at Song Xingyue in front of her with a pair of big black eyes full of clear stupidity.

Song Xingyue frowned, not knowing what suddenly appeared in front of her, but she was not afraid at all.

As long as she bites the bullet and doesn't tell the person behind the scenes, Song Yu won't do anything to her.

At this time, Shen Yuan's eyes lit up and he said, "This is the treasure that Third Sister said you brought out from the ruins!"

It's fluffy, doesn't look very smart, and is a bit cute.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to tease it.

But when his fingers were about to touch it, he felt an unbearable burning heat that made him shrink his hand and uttered an ouch: "Hot, hot, hot, it's burning to death."

Song Yu said: "Maoqiu, this is one of our own."

The fur ball nodded, flew to him, spit on his finger, and spit a big mouthful of saliva.

Shen Yuan had a black line on his forehead and the veins on his forehead were pulsing:...

fuck.

What does this mean?

Did it spurn him?

The little fur ball barked at him twice.

Only then did Shen Yuan see that the water on his hands quickly penetrated into his skin at a speed visible to the naked eye. The burning sensation on his fingers disappeared and became ice-cold, which was very comfortable.

Song Xingyue, who had been left alone, became even worse after turning into a ghost. Seeing that she was ignored, she gritted her teeth angrily: "Song Yu, even if you make me lose my soul, I won't tell you who that person is."

"I won't let you lose your soul, I will let you taste life worse than death." Song Yu then turned to look at her and said: "Maoqiu, give her some color."

Before Song Xingyue could react, she saw a flash of white flame in front of her eyes, landed on the center of her eyebrows, and quickly penetrated.

She has been living as a soul body for a little over half a year, and she has never encountered anything that caused harm to her soul.

But at this moment, the intense pain that burned her soul made her body curl up into a ball in an instant. The pain made her wish she could die immediately.

Shen Yuan, who was next to him, gasped and took a small step back. When he looked at the little fur ball, his eyes became more dignified.

This soul named Song Xingyue, he also tried to communicate with her and tried various methods to make her obedient, but she refused to communicate with him.

She only appears every time he spends his soul power.

However, using the power of the soul was too draining and harmful to him, so he didn't bother to bother anymore. After two days of playing, he threw the magic mirror and sold it on the black market.

But the flames that the fluffy, stupid little thing in front of him could actually make that soul twist in pain like this.

This is enough to show that its flames are thousands of times more powerful than the power of his soul.

Song Xingyue's soul was burned, but it did not dissipate at all. Only she could feel the unbearable pain.

She herself was not a person who could endure hardship. She shouted in pain: "Song Yu, let it stop. I said, I will tell you everything."

Only then did Song Yu pat the little fur ball on the head.

The little furball obediently withdrew his flame.

Song Yu glanced at her: "Tell me, if you dare to lie, I have a more terrifying method than burning your soul."

Song Xingyue said: "It's Situ Feiqing, he took away my soul."

Song Yu's eyes turned cold.

Song Xingyue was so frightened that her body trembled and she began to recall: "I have only seen him alone. After you seriously injured him at my funeral, I was locked up by him. I don't know where I am or what I am doing." It's time to come here.

Until half a month ago, when I woke up, I found that I was trapped in the Dharma Mirror. The owner of the Dharma Mirror was the third young master of the Situ family.

Within a few days, the Dharma Mirror was stolen by him. "

"Since you don't know any valuable information." Song Yu smiled and said, "Little furball, burn this piece of trash!"

Song Xingyue didn't expect her to be so cruel, and knew she wasn't joking. She gritted her teeth and said, "Wait a minute."