The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Xiao Su suddenly felt uneasy.

He looked at the steaming dumplings in the bowl, and slowly frowned.

The clock on the wall is gradually approaching twelve, Zhaoyan usually arrives home at this time, but today Zhaoyan's footsteps have not come from outside the door for a long time.

The souls in the soul-inducing lamp were extremely restless, they kept hitting the barrier that imprisoned them, as if they wanted to escape.

"Words..."

Xiao Su used his spiritual power to soothe his soul, and when he noticed something abnormal, he turned around and disappeared into a cloud of black mist.

There are only a few places around the house that can be visited, Xiao Su searched all around in a short time, and finally stopped at a place with bloody shoe prints on the ground.

The place was full of onlookers, and Xiao Su saw several four-wheeled means of transportation with red lights on the top beeping non-stop, which made people panic in the bottom of their hearts.

Zhaoyan told him that this thing is called a cart, but it is different from a carriage, this kind of cart can run without a horse.

There were several people in black clothes beside the car, and they separated the crowd of onlookers with yellow lines.Within the yellow line, someone was squatting on the ground, wearing white clothes and gloves, as if performing an autopsy.

Amid the pungent smell of blood, Xiao Su smelled the familiar, very light peach scent hidden under everyone's breath.

His eyes passed through the gaps in the crowd, and slowly fell on the fallen people.

Stepping forward, the security personnel maintaining order wanted to block Xiao Su from outside, but his body instantly turned into mist and passed through the security personnel's arms, and when he stayed in front of Zhaoyan, he slowly condensed into a complete human form.

The eyes of others became shocked, surprised, but also filled with fear and suspicion.

Xiao Su had no time to care about it.

He bent down to take Zhaoyan from the forensic doctor's hand, and his spiritual power circled around Zhaoyan's body, and in a short time, he reproduced exactly what happened before his death in his mind.

From Zhaoyan's dispute with his father to his father's attack on Zhaoyan, every scene is clearly seen.

twice.

He stayed by Zhaoyan's side twice, but failed to save Zhaoyan's life.

Eye sockets suddenly turned red.

Xiao Su lowered his eyes to look at the little thing in his arms whose forehead was smashed. The head was turned upside down, and the blood clotted into a scab and stuck to his face, making the original fair and beautiful face dirty.

How painful this is...

"Put this person down!" Because Xiao Su disrupted the order and delayed solving the case, the security officer frowned and warned Xiao Su.

Xiao Su glanced over.

In just a moment, the security officer was overwhelmed by the other party's raging anger.The pupils of his eyes were as black as an abyss, as if he would be swallowed by the endless dark hell if he dared to say another word.

This is not all.

In an instant, evil spirits rose from the ground, and they swam around Xiao Su and Zhao Yan's bodies like snakes. At the same moment when they disappeared from everyone's sight, the originally clear sky began to rain heavily.

Thunder roared.

The blood on the ground was washed away little by little, and the heavy rain drove away all the onlookers, and plundered their memories along with it, which flowed into the sewer along with the sewage.

Xiao Su repaired Zhaoyan's injuries bit by bit.

But Zhaoyan didn't wake up.

Under the spiritual power of the demon, his soul was able to condense in mid-air, retaining some memories of the world.

It looked blankly at its own body lying on the bed, and looked at Xiao Su helplessly.

Xiao Su stretched out his hand to it, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Yanyan, come here."

Soul was stunned for a moment, and then instinctively, he burrowed into Xiao Su's hot arms.

Xiao Su couldn't hold onto the frivolous soul, but he could feel its coldness very clearly.

"I shouldn't have let you go out alone." Xiao Su said, his voice was extremely hoarse, with imperceptible choking, "It's my fault..."

"Xiao, Xiao Su?"

It wasn't the sound made by the soul, but its thoughts were perceived by Xiao Su's aura.

Xiao Su nodded.

It seemed to cry: "Am I going to be driven away?"

"No." Xiao Su shook his head, "No one will drive you away."

"You want to drive me away." The soul cautiously leaned against Xiao Su's arms. It tried to hold onto Xiao Su's sleeves, but its hands were like smoke and mist, not solid. Just as Xiao Su couldn't hold it, it couldn't touch it. Not to Xiao Su.

"Why do you have such an idea?" When Xiao Su asked the question, he was caught off guard by a twinge of pain.

"Because I know that you don't like me." The soul slowly lowered its eyes, it looked at its almost transparent hand, "You want the soul you like to live in my body."

Xiao Su didn't know that Zhaoyan had always had such thoughts, he explained in an anxious voice: "You are no different from the Yanyan I know."

Soul's head was lowered, and he continued to convey uneasy messages: "But I still hope that you can like me a little more, because I like you, very, very much."

Xiao Su parted the corner of his lips and smiled: "Your quality, temperament, appearance, smell, they all together make you. Quality and temperament remain the same, no matter what time, no matter where we meet, I will still be the second My heart beats for you for the first time."

The soul seems to understand but not understand.

It looked up at Xiao Su with blank eyes.

"When you fell in love with me, there was no memory of my previous life. Why did you like me?" Xiao Su wanted to touch its hair, but all he touched was air, and the shape of the soul was no longer stable, and it couldn't maintain a human shape.

The soul seems to understand a little.

It smiled slowly, its eyes curved.

Xiao Su followed with a smile.

But in the next second, the color of the soul suddenly became lighter and weaker. Xiao Su wanted to reach out to grab it in horror, but he couldn't grab anything except a palm of empty air.

"I heard someone calling me." The soul turned to look around, but it didn't see anything.

"Don't listen, talk, don't listen..." Xiao Su hurriedly covered its ears, but that was of no use.

The soul also knows.

If Xiao Su wanted to keep it, Xiao Su would definitely be able to send it back to his body.

But Xiao Su didn't.

Xiao Su loves it, but Xiao Su also loves the soul in the lantern.That soul still has a child, which makes Xiao Su how to choose.

It has gone back, and the child and the former Zhaoyan will never come back.

It can't force Xiao Su to choose, and it can't live in the Yinpo Lantern to become a thorn-like existence in the heart of the soul inside.

One person cannot have two souls, so this soul, which is not collected by the sky or kept by ghosts, can only dissipate.

"Don't mention me to it, you treat me as if I never existed." The soul wanted to cry when it saw Xiao Su's red eyes, but it didn't cry anymore. "If it asks, you just say, this body is originally its."

"Yanyan..." Xiao Su's tears rolled down his face.

The soul's legs were dissipating, and then the body disappeared. Before leaving completely, it leaned over and kissed Xiao Su's face.

Lips touched Xiao Su's skin, like air flowing past, Xiao Su didn't feel anything.

He maintained the posture of embracing the soul for a long time.

The room is quiet, the clock in the living room is ticking slowly, and the dumplings on the table are completely cold, and it is said that there is no time to eat them.

Xiao Su let out a soft chuckle, not much laughter, but burst into tears instantly.

It turns out that in the world, the most selfish is love, and the most selfless is also love.