Zhou Ling, who was upset by Jia Qing's words, as soon as he returned to his residence, he saw Smiling Tiger and Stunned Qing hugging their heads in the living room and being silent.

"What's wrong with you two, you're a demon."

Zhou Ling looked around, but did not find the shadow of the demon, and the smiling tiger heard Zhou Ling's question, hesitated, and said:

"Youqi, he's in the room."

Zhou Ling nodded, and didn't ask again, she only felt tired now, and went back to her room to rest, and after Zhou Ling left, she was stunned and said to the smiling tiger with some dissatisfaction:

"Why don't you let me tell the captain about it, the demon is going to kill me."

And the smiling tiger glanced at the stunned blue and said lightly:

"As long as you don't talk nonsense anymore, I'm afraid that the demon won't even look at you."

At this moment, Jia Qing came back, but his face was not half unhappy, but there was an indescribable weirdness, surrounded by a faint depressing atmosphere, seeing such Jia Qing, the smiling tiger and the stunned Qing glanced at each other, and the stunned Qing asked curiously:

"Jia Qing, what did you say to the captain?"

And Jia Qing just dropped a sentence lightly:

"You'll find out soon."

Looking at the back of Jia Qing leaving, he was stunned for a long time and said:

"What's wrong with everyone today, it's really a hit."

In the middle of the night, bursts of red light loomed in the demon's room, and in the red light, the demon's whole body trembled in pain, and his body was faintly transparent, and finally when the red light gradually dissipated, a fierce and flamboyant red figure appeared, holding a crescent-shaped knife as red as blood, he opened his blood-red eyes, and the whole world seemed to be filled with death.

When the demon saw this person, his expression immediately became a little cold, and he laughed self-deprecatingly and said:

"It seems that you showed up sooner than I expected."

And the man in red didn't speak, just stared at the demon coldly, and the demon was silent for a long time before finally saying:

"As long as you don't hurt her, I don't care about anything else."

The next day, Zhou Ling wondered why the demon's room was so quiet.

When she walked to the door of the demon's room, she just wanted to knock on the door, but as soon as the door opened, the demon had already pulled her into the room, and held Zhou Ling tightly in his arms with both hands, Zhou Ling was startled, and subconsciously wanted to struggle away,

"Ling, don't push me away."

And the demon demon's breath was weak at the moment, his eyes were dark red and looking at Zhou Ling, his expression was clearly full of sadness, seeing such a demon, Zhou Ling stopped struggling,

"Demon, what's wrong with you?"

"Ling, don't ask, I just want to hug you quietly like this for a while."

There was a hint of fragility in the demon's voice, and Zhou Ling was silent, and he also let himself be quietly in the arms of the demon.

Holding the woman in his arms with some trembling, the demon tried not to think about the doomed ending, nor to care about his increasingly cold body, after a long time, he gently pushed Zhou Ling away, and then said in an almost indifferent tone:

"Thank you, Zhou Ling."

After saying this, the demon walked out of the room without looking back, leaving only the stunned Zhou Ling alone, the demon just now, called her full name, how could this be? But all that answered her was the almost suffocating air around her,

Since that day, Zhou Ling has found that the demon has changed, he is polite to her, and he no longer pesters her to ask for beef jerky, and calls her Ling as a scoundrel, and he will not say to himself when he is in a bad mood, don't worry, more importantly, the demon often goes out alone, and comes back very late, and after coming back, the whole person is more tired and weak, and there is a faint smell of blood on her body, but whenever she wants to follow secretly, she can't find any trace of the demon, Zhou Ling watched the demon's room become empty again, and couldn't help but feel a little lonely, couldn't help muttering:

"Demon, what's wrong with you?"