The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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When Xiao Su heard this, his expression froze for a moment on his face.

He looked down at the soul in his hand, his eyes darkened: "Yun Xiangyi, what did you do when you used your spiritual power to restrain the deity's child?"

Yun Xiangyi met his gaze: "You don't need to ask the reason."

"Do you really think that no one can help this deity except you? There are many elders in Lingshan, and this deity can only capture a few alive."

Yun Xiang's face remained unchanged: "You can try it."

Xiao Su is a person who can't tolerate sand in his eyes, but Yun Xiangyi will not give in easily.Who has lived in a high position for a thousand years, and who has pampered someone.

Xiao Su raised his eyebrows and glanced at him coldly, then raised his eyes to look at Lingshan, with a harsh tone: "It's just a new fight, probably hundreds of thousands of lives. There are countless undead under my lord, so it's possible that I would care about destroying Lingshan this time?"

Yun Xiangyi's snow-white eyelashes trembled slightly.

Xiao Su didn't have the patience to wait for him to get entangled, and when he raised his palm, it was golden and red fire.The spiritual power contained in them is profound, and it is no longer a level that Yun Xiangyi can resist.

"I want to see it." Yun Xiangyi finally opened his mouth, "I heard its heartbeat."

Xiao Su's hands froze, he retracted the fire that was about to attack the foot of Lingshan not far away, and waited for Yun Xiangyi to continue.

"My spiritual power can clearly feel its existence." The moment Yun Xiangyi's frost-covered face opened his inner feelings, it was dyed a little red because of shame and embarrassment, "Its temperature , its shape, its behavior, and even its growth, at the moment when the spiritual power enveloped it, all of them are irresistibly closely related to me."

Xiao Su frowned, and the strange feeling in his heart was too strong to be ignored.

He finally understood why Yun Xiangyi saved his child again and again, why he took the initiative to lead him to find the antidote, it turned out that he wanted to occupy the magpie's nest...

"This deity is its biological father!" Xiao Su said in an irritable tone, "What is the difference between your behavior and surveillance? Despicable, indecent!"

"I'm not trying to argue with you." Yun Xiangyi heard the contempt in Xiao Su's words, and glanced away from him, "Promise me, I'll help you cross Lingxi to find out."

Xiao Su's anger still persisted, and he felt that he should respond: "This deity doesn't need..."

"You need it." Yun Xiangyi persistently interrupted Xiao Su, "The spiritual power of others is not as good as mine, and the combined spiritual power of several elders may not be able to help you. What's more, you have just passed the catastrophe and become a demon, massacring the disciples of Cangxue Town Because you have grievances, the heavens can sit back and watch. But Lingshan is innocent, and you will be punished by heaven if you bloody Lingshan. At that time, it will be difficult to save the furnace, and saving your children is even more nonsense."

Xiao Su grabbed Yun Xiangyi's clothes again, stared at the other party's calm eyes, and gritted his teeth: "Are you threatening me?"

"I have explored the Lingxi River, and it is no different from ordinary water to me. If Zhaoyan is really transformed by the spiritual energy in the stream and returns to the place of remodeling, neither you nor I can predict what will happen, you must protect He has a whole soul."

After finishing speaking, Yun Xiangyi took advantage of the opportunity to put his hand on Xiao Su's shoulder, and the spiritual power that had previously protected the child returned to him, and now he stripped it off again, not allowing Xiao Su to have any chance to go back on his word and transfer it into Xiao Su's body little by little. Xiao Su's body.

The pure white spiritual power mixed with broken ice of different shapes concealed all the evil spirit around Xiao Su's body.

As Yun Xiangyi said, Lingxi also does not affect Xiao Su who has hidden evil spirits, but uses a powerful spiritual force to desperately absorb Zhaoyan's soul that is installed in the soul lamp.

Xiao Su dodged the powerful magic circle in the stream, and hugged the Yinpo Deng tightly in his arms.

Lingxi almost snatched his soul several times. If he hadn't gone through the tribulation of love and turned into a demon, Xiao Su would not be able to compete with the power contained in Lingxi that is so powerful that it can manipulate time and space.

He tried his best to hold Zhaoyan tightly, followed Lingxi's guidance to the soul through thousands of years, and came to a brand new mortal world.

When he walked from the boundless water to the shore, he still couldn't help but spurned Yun Xiangyi severely in his heart.

But soon, his attention was attracted by the restlessness of the soul in his palm.

Across the transparent light blue fluorescent barrier of the Soul Lamp, two little things floated up and down inside, jumping wildly.

Xiao Su couldn't help a smile from the corner of his mouth.

"Are you home?" Xiao Su asked.

Then he turned his head and looked ahead, there were small houses with simple shapes, dense trees, and towering green hills.

The water under my feet is not so clear. Looking back, there are countless fishing boats on the water.The water and the sky meet, and you can't see the edge at a glance.

This is a river that is many times wider than Lingxi.

Xiao Su was still wearing a black robe, dripping water.When he stepped on the land with his boots, his long hair and robe dried instantly.

He was carrying a lure lamp, like a blue lantern that was also lit during the day, and walked through the strangely dressed crowd.

Xiao Su had seen their clothes before Zhao Yan, short jackets, long trousers, and some shamelessly showed their ugly arms.

Most of the women's shawls are loose, and they are not as exquisite as the girls in the world of cultivating immortals with jade and flowers.

The man is the same as Zhaoyan, with short hair that doesn't reach the ears, as if he just came back from the monastic life for a while.

Xiao Su smelled all kinds of "furnace cauldron" smells, sweet, sour, fragrant, pungent, everything that one expects to find, but none of them belong to Zhaoyan.

At the end of the smell, Xiao Su shielded everyone's aura with extreme disgust, and walked forward with the soul in his hand.

He is a demon, a fairy, and a god. Ordinary people cannot see him, and there are no ordinary people in his eyes.

He brushed past all living beings and walked non-stop for nearly ten days and nights. When he turned around and could no longer see the endless river, Xiao Su finally stopped.

There is a flat road under your feet, and in front of you is a large symmetrical but rough building with the words "ABO Federation Public Institution of Higher Education".

Xiao Su only knew traditional characters, and he couldn't recognize the names of the buildings.

But here, the restless soul finally stopped shaking around.

They cling tightly to the edge of the lamp, like a child who puts his face on the glass window and waits for the person he cares about to take them away.

Xiao Su took a deep breath, and was about to walk into the building, when the ear-piercing bell suddenly interrupted his steps.

After the bell rang, a large group of teenagers wearing uniforms and carrying bags opened the door and swarmed out of the building.

Xiao Su stood there without moving.

These teenagers are about the same age as Zhaoyan, with youthful faces, but their eyes are even more immature than Zhaoyan's when they are of the age to be in charge.

The invisible body was passed by many people, Xiao Su didn't feel it, but his arrogance did not allow others to treat him so rudely, so he simply avoided the exit of the building, so that he couldn't help burning this annoyance place.

Xiao Su scanned the faces of everyone who walked out of the building, but he didn't see Zhao Yan until the people inside the building were almost empty.

Xiao Su raised the Soul-inducing Lamp, frowned and asked, "Is Yan Yan here?"

The souls did not give guidance any more, they were still looking forward eagerly.

Xiao Su started to panic.

He clenched his fists tightly, and the flames between his brows rose due to the fluctuations in his master's heart.He stood by the exit of the building, his condensed brows slowly knit together.

If the guidance of the soul is wrong, how can he find Zhaoyan in the huge human world?This place is no smaller than the Immortal Cultivation World, with a large population, densely packed, several times, dozens of times, or even hundreds of times that of the Immortal Cultivation World.

But apart from the soul, he has nothing to believe in.

Xiao Su put up his temper, and if he can't wait tonight, then tomorrow night, and if he can't wait tomorrow night, then the next night.If the soul does not move, he will not leave.

A few more hours later, the sky above the head darkened little by little, the moon and stars appeared, and the wind quietly brushed over the branches, causing the branches and leaves to make a "rustling" sound.There was still no movement around.

Xiao Su wanted to close his eyes to rest, when he heard new footsteps.

It wasn't the footsteps of the uniformed guards at the door, but the sound of a little haste in a tired voice.

The soul was restless again, and the light became more dazzling.

Xiao Su suddenly opened his eyes wide and turned to look over.

Not far away, a thin figure hurried towards him with a schoolbag on his back.Xu Shi got paid for helping the teacher correct the test papers at school. Although his face was tired, his eyes full of hope were brighter than the stars in the sky.

His brows are gentle, his large almond eyes are amber brown.She had a thin face, her full lips were slightly pursed, and the bright red dyed at the corners of her mouth was an indelible rouge.

Xiao Su's eye sockets began to heat up.

The ten fingers hanging by his side trembled uncontrollably. He stepped forward and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Yanyan..."

Zhaoyan suddenly stood still and looked back.

no one.

He clenched the belt of his schoolbag tightly, stepped on his old white sneakers and continued walking towards the exit.

ABO Federation August [-], [-].

Zhaoyan is [-] years old.