Azazel stretched slightly, leaking a rare smile, his thin body looked particularly empty under the wide black robes, and his pale face was slightly stiff from being expressionless for too long. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

For the first time in six years, there was a hint of joy in my heart, and I repeated two words in my mouth, "Belle".

Even with the cover of his robes, his back could still be seen shaking slightly due to weakness. Azazel slowly walked into the depths of darkness, and the faint light shone on the crystal coffin lying horizontally in the center of the room, reflecting a crystal white light.

His empty eyes flashed with tenderness, and he leaned down and gently kissed the top of the crystal coffin, "Belle, it won't be long." ”

"Long time no see, Asa." A clear male voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Azazler was stunned for a moment, his gentle expression instantly became gloomy, and he paused for two seconds, and his thin lips without a trace of blood opened and closed slightly. "Long time no see. Uriel. ”

The man walked lightly to Azazel's side, his gaze shining through the crystal coffin and the woman's face. "You're sealing Belle's corpse with your own blood?"

Azazel did not answer, but turned silently, and with a slight wave of his arm hidden in his robe, the crystal coffin received a golden light into his palm.

"Asa, let go of your obsessions. I let you go without telling the emperor, just hoping that you can live a good life in the world and let go of everything. ”

"Shut up, you're good to go."

"Asah."

"Let's go."

Uriel shrugged in compromise, "Okay, I don't care about your business, although I don't know what you want to do, but as long as I don't violate the rules of the heavenly realm, I won't interfere." ”

Azazel's sharp eyes gradually softened, and a lazy smile squeezed out of the corners of his mouth, "You are the archangel now?" ”

Uriel snorted softly, and his clean face was calm and gentle.

"This time I came to inspect the world for the emperor?" Azazel walked to the living room couch and sat down, raised his hand, and motioned for Uriel to sit on the other side of the couch. "What identity?"

Uriel took out a card and handed it to Azazel.

"Jiang Cheng, not bad. It's a rich second generation. Putting the card back into Uriel's hand, his cold face revealed a hint of loneliness, "I think the identity that the emperor gave me back then was a poor worker." ”

Speaking of this, he frowned, the cells in his body were shrouded in sadness, and a flush welled up in his eyes, "But Belle is still in love with me, the poor me." ”

"Assa, you know that Belle's death has nothing to do with you, even if you don't appear in her world, her life ......"

"Shut up!" Azazel was full of murderous energy, and with a vigorous wave of his robe, drops of blood oozed from Uriel's fair cheeks.

"Asa!"

"Get out!"

Uriel raised his arm, gently wiped the dripping red from his cheeks, shook his head helplessly, and disappeared into the dim room in an instant.

In the ward, Nuan Wen was already asleep, although he did not have a fever, his body was still weak, and he barely ate some porridge and lay down.

At that time, Chang Minxiao found that the warmth was not because he was angry and didn't eat, but because he really couldn't eat greasy things, and his mood suddenly eased a lot, so he immediately ordered someone to hire a housekeeper to cook porridge at home and send it to the hospital.

It wasn't until Nuan drank all the porridge in the thermos flask that he put away the dishes and chopsticks with satisfaction, shook off the hospital bed, and the two of them didn't say a word from beginning to end, Chang Minxiao didn't ask any questions, Nuan just nodded and shook his head to answer him, if it was before, he would definitely be angry, but at this moment, for him, such a simple response is already a luxury.

Chang Minxiao pressed the switch, the ward gradually darkened, leaving only a bed lamp, the warmth had closed his eyes, he didn't know if she was really asleep, or because she didn't want to talk to him, she pretended to sleep, she didn't go to the company for three days, there were too many things to deal with, Chang Minxiao stood quietly by the bed and watched for a while, before leaving the room with an inexplicable nostalgia.

In the warmth of her sleep, she faintly heard someone constantly calling her name, and slowly opened her hazy eyes.

The sound of "warm ......" seemed to come from an unreachable distance, faint but cold, and every inch of air through which the sound waves passed formed tiny ice crystals.

Wen Wen couldn't help but shiver, rubbed his eyes, and sat up.

"Azazler?!"

"Are you sick?" Although it was a word of concern, Azazler's voice was not emotional.

The warmth snorted, and the cold air in the room hit people, and she subconsciously pulled the quilt upward.

"Do you want to resurrect your parents?" His voice was ethereal, slowly biting out every word.

Resurrection, live? Warmth repeated these two words that never dared to imagine. His body trembled slightly, forgetting the coldness in the ward, and nodded slightly, "Yes." ”

Azazel slowly approached the bed, his black robe seemed to be invisible under the cover of dim light, and if it weren't for the gradual clarity of his pale and emaciated face, the warmth might have thought he was hallucinating.

"I can help you bring them back to life, but only with your magic."

"I am willing to do anything to resurrect my parents." She dreams of living with her parents, as long as her parents can be resurrected, even if it is only one day, she can be happy with her parents as before, and give her life.

"Okay." Azazel raised his arm, flicked his two fingers lightly, and a drop of red slowly rose from between his two fingers, hanging vertically in the air, like a small bubble, more like a drop of blood, slowly drifting towards warmth.

Warmth didn't know what Azazel wanted to do, watching the blood red move slowly, and finally fell behind her ear, a tingling, she subconsciously touched the stinging position, casually picked up the small mirror on the bedside table, and the blood droplets left a red mark the size of a millet grain.

"I'll look for you later." Azazel withdrew his arms and hid his entire body in a black robe.

"But what am I going to do?" Warmth lowered her head slightly, her eyes gradually became dim, she was different from ordinary children when she was a child, the flowers she touched would bloom more gorgeously, the leaves she touched would be extremely lush, tears could make dead trees take root, residual flowers bloom, and all plants would come back to life. But...... Since the death of his parents in a car accident, this ability has become weaker and weaker.

Azazel's expression changed slightly, the anticipation in his heart had been suppressed for too long, and he finally saw the dawn of hope, and everything was under his control.

There was a sound of light footsteps at the door, it should be the nurse who was on the night patrol, Wen Wen hurriedly looked in the direction of the door, her heart was beating wildly, she swallowed her saliva, and the door was pushed open from the outside in.

"Warm? Why haven't you slept yet? ”

"I, I'm ......" the warm brain was racing to find a suitable excuse, and his eyes suddenly moved to the position of Azazel just now, empty.

If it weren't for the red marks on the back of her ears, she might have thought that everything she had just done was just a dream.