Feng Liuli looked at such quiet eyebrows, and always had an illusion that the meaning of his life may not be revenge, nor to possess anyone, but to sit like this. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The child's breathing was weak, and if it weren't for the breath exhaled from his delicate little nostrils and blowing the feather quilt on his body, he wouldn't even know that he was still alive.

Feng Liuli naturally covered his little head with his hand, and poured his aura into the child's body, he had done this action many times, and every time he did this thing to convey the aura, he needed a long recovery, but he still did it.

Everyone in this demon palace knows that although the young master of the bright pupil has done many things that make the old lord sad, and he has been absent for a long time, the old lord's special attitude towards him has never changed.

Sometimes he is so cruel that he doesn't look like a real person, and when he treats the young master, he is always so soft-hearted that people can't see through it. Only the dying tree knew that this person's mind could not be more simple and rude.

But he couldn't open his mouth anymore, supporting such a dungeon, and constantly consuming Po Luoguo, it was all asking for his life, and he would die soon.

If a person's ability is too great and his desire is too much, he will not be able to brake the car, regret it or not, and the result will be the same.

After Feng Liuli finished transporting the spiritual energy, he felt that all the strength in his body had flowed away, and he gasped slightly, stood up, pushed open the door and walked out.

The moment the door closed, the child behind him changed slightly, a sigh drifted through the air, and a layer of blue light rose up on the child's body, finally bursting like the surface of a soap bubble.

"Ahem." The six-year-old coughed lightly, feeling dry from his mouth to his throat, where was this?

What about mothers?

Gradually, he remembered the familiar smell, and remembered his mother's face and what she had said to him before she disappeared.

Tears suddenly flowed silently: Mother, I remember everything you said, I will go to Aqin's mother.

At this time, the bright eyes were clear with immature tenacity, if Yuan Qinqin saw it, she would definitely know who it was.

Five years ago.

The red lotus flame burned his soul, and the tearing sensation was worse than the pain of his body.

Embraced by his adoptive mother, he found his shadow in the overlapping pupils of the magic bean.

Half of the soul of the magic bean became weak in the burning, and as Yuan Doudou, he was finally free.

The fire outside licked the adoptive mother's skin, burning her clear face with blood bubbles, and the smell around her was unpleasant, and the sound of flames was mixed in her ears.

This is what it feels like to be alive, to be free, even though I know I'm going to die soon.

He subconsciously struggled, but it didn't take long for him to lose his strength and give up, thinking that even if he died, there was nothing.

There are not many people and things to be nostalgic in this world, and the most important one is by his side, wanting to kill him.

Yuan Doudou closed his eyes, sank into the darkness under the power of the flames, and came to a place full of blue souls.

At the same time, there was a strange blue woman in front of her.

She was already a ghost, but the moment she saw herself, she called out his name: "Beanie!" ”

Yuan Doudou was naked, and he didn't know what to say when he opened his mouth.

The concerned expression on the woman's face reminded him of Yuan Qinqin's resolute expression when she hugged him and killed herself, and somehow, she was a little sad.

Aqin's mother doesn't want me anymore, why? It must be that villain who upset Aqin's mother, so what about me? I didn't do anything bad.

The woman was only surprised, and threw herself at him, trembling, and excitedly took his hand, touched his face, and there was no temperature on the palm: "Why are you here?!" Why are you still here? My child..."

Yuan Doudou's little head didn't move, and his face showed a calm that was completely out of tune with his age.

Although he was just an ordinary child's soul at this time, he was also the Demon Shaozun's bright pupil, and the Red Lotus Ghost Fire had smelted these two souls with very different personalities together.

Yuan Doudou felt a little strange and a little sad.

The woman who claimed to be her mother took him with her for an unknown amount of time, perhaps hundreds of years.

"Come, tell my mother, fish ~ "The woman is doing meaningless things to him again.

She pointed to a little belly-flapping herring by the river and taught him.

How could he not know that it was a fish, and it was a dying fish, and the soul could no longer stay in his body, flicking his tail just to escape the pain of his body, just like he had been.

He knew it, but he didn't want to respond, his heart was full of sadness that he couldn't cry out.

He had no choice but to look away and play with a dead snail in his hand.

"Doudou, you ignore your mother again. You're so old, it's time to learn to speak. The woman who called herself a mother began to talk to herself again.

Yuan Doudou finally gave her a strange look, didn't she know? They're all dead.

Even if he was young, he understood that what could be seen here had ended his life in another world, so why should she be obsessed with teaching a wandering spirit to speak?

"Niang" was very excited about being glanced at by him, and she suddenly laughed happily: "Come on, Doudou is willing to take care of Niang, tell my mother, what is that?" Isn't it fish? Come, let's say it again: fish. ”

Annoying.

Yuan Doudou turned around and left, no need to eat, no need to have a goal, no need to like anything and no need to do anything, the world is so big, everything is lonely.

He lifted his face and his body fluttered in the wind.

Suddenly, he felt the silly woman's silly laughter behind him, and he didn't know when it disappeared.

Puzzled, she turned her head, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a touch of blue dissipating on the man's body, and when she saw the child's eyes, she quickly put away the stunned and somewhat sad expression on her face, and ran towards him with her legs spread.

"What's wrong, isn't it fun?"

Yuan Doudou turned his head and ignored her, and walked forward by himself, as if he had been crawled by an ant in his heart: What was the one on her body just now?

He looked at his hand, the palm of which was fluorescent in the night, as if it was becoming more and more alive, and then at her, thin, somewhat transparent.

"By the way, you haven't seen your mother dance, have you? When your father loved his mother to dance, do you want to see it? ”

Don't want to see it.

Yuan Doudou stroked the snail shell, and there were some mysterious spiral patterns on it, as if a life was going to go through its own life on this spiral.

The woman who called herself a mother was not discouraged by his love, but leaned down and spoke in his ear.

With that, a grain of blue fell on the shell of the snail in his hand, and before he could figure out what it was, the woman got up, like a nimble fish.

Her shadow was reflected on the surface of the soul river not far away, spinning, jumping, and the clothes attached to her body rose with the movements, like the lines on the snail shell.

Yuan Doudou finally couldn't help but look at the woman.

It's beautiful.

This is the first time I have looked at her so seriously.