Su Mo, who was sitting quietly behind the Netherworld, said abruptly, "Who is he?" ”

The patriarch of the dog demon clan lowered his head in shame, and clenched the bag in his hand with all his might, "It's the rebel son of the family." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The conference room suddenly became unusually quiet, it was the demon clan, and it would be a deep sadness for the white-haired person to send the black-haired person. Everyone understood the patriarch's haggardness and understood the unspeakable pain in his heart. But he could not offer words of comfort. There are also more than 20 children's bones and souls. And who can pay for all this?

The underworld is like a nobody, using spiritual power to suck the offerings of each family on the crime into his hands. The supermarket bag was clenched in the Nether's hand, making a sound of squirming.

"Here's what you have, divide it among yourselves." Nether picked up what she wanted, leaned back in her chair with satisfaction, and watched coldly.

Three square boxes of the same size appeared out of thin air on the table. The blue one holds the soul of the dog demon, the white one holds the shrunken body of the dog demon, and the golden one holds the treasure of the dog demon clan.

All eyes were drawn to these three boxes.

For a moment, a dull silence!

Bai Wuchang took the lead and sucked the blue box into his hand, "I just need the soul." ”

The team leader looked at Netherworld's face in embarrassment, and then looked at the decadent patriarch of the dog demon clan sitting beside him. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, "As long as the case can be closed." ”

The Dog Demon Patriarch sucked the white and gold box in front of him. With a slight tremor in his arm, he tucked the golden box into his arms. The white box is held tightly in the hand. "Thank you." Slowly got up, stumbled, and held on to the edge of the table, barely stabilizing his body. In an instant, the patriarch of the dog demon clan seemed to be more than ten years old. Stepping out of the conference room, staggering heavily.

Su Mo didn't blink, and kept looking at the patriarch of the dog demon clan. obviously has no similarity, but she inexplicably saw the shadow of Lao Su from the father in front of her.

In the final separation, she didn't see Lao Su for the last time. I don't know what Lao Su's mood was when he stood in front of the Nai He Bridge and held Meng Po soup in his hand? Will it be blamed, will it blame her ruthlessness.

There are no ruthless parents in the world, only ruthless children.

And at that time, she thought that the best choice was not to make a big mistake that could never be made up.

Su Mo's eyes were always glued to the body of the Dog Demon Clan Patriarch, and as the figure disappeared from the door of the conference room, she couldn't help but stand up.

The Netherworld grabbed Su Mo's thin wrist at the right time and shoved a brand new bank card into her hand. "Go ahead."

With the permission of the Netherworld, Su Mo chased out the door without hesitation, picked up the car, and drove the car to the patriarch's side and stopped.

"I'll send you."

Su Mo's tone was still cold, without a trace of temperature. Even if she is given another ten years, she may not be able to learn this kind of thing. Su Mo, who doesn't know how to express his feelings, is like a hedgehog covered in thorns, wrapping himself tightly with layers of indifference.

People outside can't get in, and she can't fly out inside.

The patriarch of the Dog Demon Clan accepted Su Mo's kindness and said, "Thank you." "I opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. Soothing music was playing in the car, and there was no superfluous expression on Su Mo's indifferent face. There are no kind words of comfort, no sorrow and regret.

Perhaps it was because Su Mo was so indifferent that the patriarch of the dog demon clan sat in the car with peace of mind, thinking about his own thoughts.

The white box rested securely on the patriarch's lap. As if afraid of falling, the patriarch's rough hands carefully guarded the box.

Su Mo was immersed in his grief, but he couldn't shed a single tear. The car drove to the unfinished building and found an open space to stop. Time passed little by little, and at nine o'clock in the evening, the curtain leading to the demon world came again.

The patriarch of the dog demon clan opened the car door, taking advantage of his lack of attention. Su Mo quietly slipped the bank card into the patriarch's pocket.

"Let's go." Su Mo opened his mouth indifferently, just like sending away Lao Su, who was just a soul that day.

The patriarch of the Dog Demon Clan thanked him, holding the box containing the corpse in his hand. With staggering steps and a stiff back, he slowly walked into the tent.

The evening breeze blows through the car window, refreshing and cool. Su Mo looked at the back that had long disappeared, and suddenly wondered if Lao Su was still there, would he agree to have a relationship with the Netherworld.

The answer is obvious!

Su Mo seemed to have an answer and made up her mind. He started the car, dialed Nether's phone, and after a beep, the phone was connected.

Su Mo said calmly, "My lord, where should I go to find you." ”

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the netherworld, "Go home to the barbecue shop downstairs." I'm waiting for you here. ”

The barbecue shop outside the residential area is a famous local food stall. Simple plastic tables and chairs, delicious barbecue cheat sheets, and refreshing cold beers. Office workers who have been busy all day meet up with four or five friends or colleagues. Choose a clean spot, eat snacks, drink beer, and talk and talk about their trivia.

It's noisy and lively, but it's also intimate, full of the fireworks that Sumo likes.

Su Mo sent the car back to the community and walked to the food stall alone. Wearing the most ordinary broken-sleeved T-shirt and jeans, the ghost is so eye-catching sitting in the crowd. Some people say that wearing a dragon robe is not like a prince, and this sentence can only be turned over immediately when applied to the Netherworld. Even if he wears clothes and pants that are as tattered as touching cloth, he can't hide the extraordinary extravagance on the Netherworld.

Seeing Su Mo, the ghost smiled and waved at her. Like other boys waiting for their girlfriends, he laughs innocently and innocently.

"Here." The Wraith screamed.

Su Mo stepped up his pace and walked over. sat on the opposite side of the Netherworld. Steaming skewers are placed on the table, and freshly poured beer in the cup exudes a slightly icy coolness.

"It's dinner. Let's have some wine. Netherworld smiled and raised his glass, waiting to clink glasses with Su Mo.

Su Mo looked at the Netherworld with affection, as if he wanted to impress his every expression and every action in his heart at this moment.

"My lord, I have something to say to you."

"Hmm." Netherworld replied faintly, his deep gaze inexplicable, waiting for what he had already anticipated.

Can't you?

There was a sigh of regret in the depths of his heart. Wisps of black smoke emerged from the deepest underworld, like fish swimming in water. The most evil in the world, even the Chinese god of death Hades, the Norse god of death Hull, the Greek god of death Tenatos, and the European god of death Danatus are all afraid of the ghostly aura.

The netherworld aura, everywhere it went, the humans who accidentally inhaled it gradually revealed a dazed and sluggish expression, and the wooden movements were like puppet-like machinery.

With just one thought, the greatest catastrophe in human history is inevitable.

No one would have thought that such a catastrophe would be because of Su Mo's momentary hesitation!

To love or not to love, it is a sin!