What is wrong with raising snakes?

"Mom, I want to tell you something good... Do you still remember those people who said you were a scourge? Hehehe... They are all dead, dead!"

Xuan Qingci frowned, feeling a little puzzled, and leaned forward, but Yan Fenglang pressed his shoulders and couldn't move.

"Old, old, walking, dead...Now there is only Song Qingying left. Do you remember those two masters? It is the two brothers who refused to save themselves and were finally washed down the mountain by the flood. Now They also became ghosts just like me...hehehe...mother, father...Shu Yuan misses you so much..."

Perhaps it was because the cry was so desolate, and the wind in the cypress forest was also tainted with a bit of coolness, which invaded Xuan Qingci's heart, and then densely covered his whole body. He seemed to empathize with the word "I miss you so much".

Yan Fenglang suddenly remembered what Song Qingying said, took a deep breath, and frowned.

"By the way, father, mother, I found your bodies... But, but I..."

Xuan Qingci was taken aback, couldn't it be that the corpses of the red ghost's parents were under the tombstone?

He quickly looked at Yan Fenglang, only to see that he had already started his technique, and after a while he shook his head at himself to express that he hadn't detected a trace of corpse aura.

"But I can't touch it, I can't touch it! I just look at my hand...passing through your body, I can't hold it up...I want you to be buried in the ground, but now I can't even touch this small Even my wishes cannot be fulfilled...Father, mother, Shu Yuan is not filial...I failed to protect you...I am not filial for letting you live outside for so many years..."

Xuan Qingci nodded slightly, and pressed his chest curiously, the place was a little stuffy.Seeing this movement from the corner of Yan Fenglang's eyes, the corners of his mouth couldn't help curling up, thinking that this little demon still wants to understand family affection?

"Father, mother."

"boom."

With a cry and a kowtow, Xuan Qingci followed the sound and saw a hole in the forehead of the red ghost.

Yan Fenglang waited and watched with a cold face, the bamboo slips in his hand were faintly unsheathed.Xuan Qing said goodbye, and quickly pressed his hand.The other party stared at Xuan Qingci sternly, his eyes were full of warnings, and there was a flash of confusion.

The two stalemate for a while, Yan Fenglang hesitated for three minutes, and finally compromised, and the bamboo piece that was about to move became extremely peaceful in an instant.

Xuan Qingci looked at Hong Gui again, but saw that he had already got up and left.

The two waited in place for a while, and after making sure that he would not appear again, they slowly stood up.

"Why stop me?" Yan Fenglang poked Xuan Qingci's chest, "Are you relenting?"

Xuan Qingci waved his hand away, and replied as a matter of course: "If Song Qingying is really going to die in the hands of this red ghost, it will be his doom. Didn't you tell me that?"

Yan Fenglang was rendered speechless by the rebuttal, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was so appropriate, and looked at Xuan Qingci with a hint of treachery in his eyes.

Xuan Qingci narrowed his red pupils, and boldly approached Yan Fenglang, a little complacency flashed across his paralyzed face.

"Shangxian Fenglang wants to punish Song Qingying with the hand of the red ghost?"

Yan Fenglang paused, and stared at Xuan Qingci quickly, only to see that his red eyes were full of pride, his expression was cold, and he said in a contemptuous tone: "How could I play tricks like a little monster like you?"

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and turned his head away, but when his back was facing Xuan Qingci, there was a smile on his face, if this smile was seen by those old people in the heavens, they would just smack their lips immediately, "Yo ho, there are still people in this world There is someone who understands Yan Jun so well! I am afraid it is also a disaster!".

The two left the bushes and walked towards Yingkebai, each with their own thoughts, but both felt that Song Qingying and the red ghost would take action soon, and the action was not small.

Xuan Qingci looked at Yan Fenglang who was walking beside him, the doubts in his heart gradually increased, and he secretly made up his mind that he must try him again after this incident, if he really didn't have a little bit of himself in his consciousness, then there must be a clue to this matter.

At this time, Yan Fenglang didn't know what Xuan Qingci was thinking, he was thinking about how the red ghost would deal with Song Qingying, when the white shadow appeared in front of him.

"Are you waiting for us?" Yan Fenglang said with a cold face.

Bai Ying blinked his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised up to form a strange arc, his eyes were squinted and crooked, this smile reminded Xuan Qingci of the treacherous merchants doing unscrupulous business in Beihuang City.

"Xie Bi'an, I'm here to tell you two that Song Qingying will find the red ghost again in the near future, and please protect him well." Xie Bi'an bent down and made a sincere look.

After hearing this, Yan Fenglang's expression changed, he grabbed Xuan Qingci's injured hand, and asked sharply, "Is this your attitude of begging for help?"

Xuan Qingci obviously didn't expect that Yan Fenglang would use this matter to refute Xie Bi'an, so he shrank back subconsciously, the scalding temperature of Yan Fenglang's palm was on the held wrist, which made him feel weak.

Xie Bi'an bent his waist and continued to bend down, concealing the flash of anger in his eyes, and said: "I also ask the immortal to make amends—"

Hearing this sentence of apology, Yan Fenglang frowned even tighter, and with a glance, he saw that Xuan Qingci was trying to get rid of himself.He suddenly felt that his behavior was inappropriate, and quickly let go of Xuan Qing Ci.

"Atonement? If it wasn't for Qingci to hit me for me, the one who was pierced by the silver needle would probably be me. Now you lead us here to see the red ghost, and after hearing what you said, let us protect Song Qingying and Xie Bi'an , who do you think you are?" Yan Fenglang said a lot, and then gouged out the other party several times with contempt.

Xie Bi'an knew what Yan Fenglang meant, but he didn't follow his wish.

"If Shangxian hadn't hurt my senior brother, what would I do..." Xie Bi'an deliberately stopped, slowly straightened up, and continued, "Human life cannot be violated, but if Shangxian sees death and refuses to save...that's all, since Shangxian has no intention If you want to save someone, then I will take my leave.”

After finishing speaking, Xie Bi'an turned around pretendingly, but he didn't turn into a white shadow and leave directly. He deliberately walked slowly, thinking that Yan Fenglang would stop him.

But unexpectedly, Yan Fenglang just watched him leave without moving, until Xie Bi'an's figure disappeared completely.

"You just let him go?" Xuan Qingci couldn't help asking.

Yan Fenglang glanced at him and hummed, "Didn't you listen to what he said, human life cannot be violated."

He secretly repeated Xie Bi'an's words, and thought about Hong Gui's words, then turned his head to Xuan Qingci, and asked him with a complicated expression: "Do you think gods... are all unintentional?"

In a word, Xuan Qingci felt that Yan Fenglang in front of him seemed to overlap with Yan Fenglang many years ago, and his red eyes were gradually stained with warmth. Yan Fenglang saw this look in his eyes, and his heart was inexplicably like being hit hard by a stone.

Who did you see through me...?

"All things are living beings. God is above all things. He takes the balance of all things as his responsibility. He is impartial. It should... be unintentional."

After Xuan Qingci finished speaking, he saw the disappointment on Yan Fenglang's face, and listened to his response.

"Even you think so..."

In fact, Yan Fenglang asked himself this question many years ago. At that time, he was unable to speak, so he could only hold a pen in his mouth and write a few words on paper—everyone said that gods had no intentions, but Yan Jun had intentions.

As a result, he was dropped by Yan Fenglang the next day.

Now when Yan Fenglang in front of him asked again, he immediately remembered the matter of being discarded, but the words "unintentionally" actually brought the other party's disappointment.

What are you looking forward to?What exactly do you want an answer to?

"Forget it, you're right, take the balance of all things as your responsibility," Yan Fenglang mocked lightly, put away his emotions, glanced at Xuan Qingci lightly, and added, "After this incident, you should go back to the demon world, and you must not step on it again." Enter the human world for half a point."

Xuan Qingci's heart skipped a beat, the pain in his chest made him a little breathless, but he didn't respond.

The two who returned to the Song Family Courtyard went back to their respective rooms with different intentions. Xuan Qingci looked at the way Yan Fenglang on the opposite side closed the door without hesitation, and stood there for a long time before closing the door.

The dark room made him suddenly feel clear-headed, and a question arose spontaneously, which washed away all the joy of seeing Yan Fenglang again.

How could he appear as a soul collector?

At this moment, after Yan Fenglang closed the door, he let out a long breath of relief. He didn't know why, when he said the sentence "Don't step into the human world again", his heart hurt so much.

A snake demon doesn't stay well in the demon world, not to mention far away from the tribe, but also appears in the cypress forest near the human world, which is clearly incompatible with the demon world.If such a homeless demon wants him to stay away from the human world, doesn’t he just want him to stay alone in the cypress forest? What’s the difference between this and being imprisoned?

Yan Fenglang let out a long breath, and looked into the dark room with a pair of pitch-black eyes, thinking when would he feel sorry for a monster?

Everything has a destiny, and destiny is determined by God.

With a long sigh, he walked to the side of the bed and lay down on his back, closing his eyes and preparing to rest.

It was past midnight, the sky was dark, cloudless, and a bright moon hung high in the sky.

Xuan Qingci lay on the collapsed bed and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. After all, he was made of flesh and blood, and his whole arm ached when the silver needle went through his palm.He had no choice but to set up an enchantment outside the room, and turned into his original body to heal his injuries, without sleep all night.

And Yan Fenglang, who slept until the second half of the night, gradually began to dream under the warm wind.

"Don't you know how to read? Come here, I'll teach you."

I saw a fuzzy dark blue long snake slowly crawling towards him from the formation, and the red tasseled snake spit out twice from time to time, leaving faint bloodstains where it crawled.

"Curled by the tail."

The snake obediently raised its tail and tried its best to roll up the brush that was as thin as a chopstick.

"Can't it be done?"

Yan Fenglang clearly knew that the snake was looking at him, and could even feel the snake's grievance.It squeezed its tail hard, but no matter how hard it tried, it still couldn't lift the pen.

He tried his best to see the snake's appearance clearly, but it was a blurry mess. He only knew that it was dark blue, and the color of the pattern on its body was so blurred that it was impossible to tell what kind of snake it was.

"Forget it, you keep it in your mouth."

It let go of the pen obediently, turned its head and bit the body of the pen with its mouth, and then turned the pen sideways to face itself.

"This is your name. Don't let someone ask you, and you shake your head again. You don't even have a name."

Yan Fenglang saw the snake tilting its head and writing something on the rice paper, but its head blocked the writing, so it couldn't see what was written on the paper.

"It's 'Xuan', not 'Bian'! Why do you have those eyes?"

Yan Fenglang's breathing stagnated, and his heart skipped a beat.

The snake suddenly let go of the pen, let out a "ha" at itself, and then quickly fled to the door.

As if being controlled by someone, Yan Fenglang raised his hand to expand the formation in the room several times in an instant, dragged the snake that was about to escape from the room back abruptly, and watched it writhe on the ground in pain, leaving only The strength of the two "ha".

"Why are you running? I'm just teaching you how to read." Yan Fenglang in the dream squatted down and threatened the bloody snake, "If you don't know what to do again, don't blame me for skinning you again. .”

This sentence seemed to be very useful to the snake, and the moment he finished speaking, he was quite honest, and he curled up peacefully in place, motionless.

Yan Fenglang still wanted to see the snake's appearance clearly, thinking when did I raise a snake?

"You said... God has a heart?"