After everyone dispersed, the head of the Yan family closed the doors and windows, and his sharp eyes carefully inspected the room again, and only after confirming that there was nothing abnormal did he let out a long sigh.

If you want to say that there are no ghosts, ghosts don't believe it.

However, he wanted to leave, but seeing him like this, he became interested and continued to squat there to be a gentleman on the beam.

Chase for Joy: ......

After the head of the Yan family confirmed that there was nothing abnormal in the room, he opened a small drawer that had been rummaged through, and there was a roll of cloth in it.

However, I have seen it, and the content in it is simple, similar to a family tree.

Could it be that there is something unusual about this genealogy?

Seeing that the family tree was still there, the head of the Yan family looked even more relaxed. He fished out a winged pet from his wide sleeve, stroked it a few times, and placed it on the table.

However, his eyes were completely attracted by such a cute letter pet.

The pet's translucent little wings are fanning and fanning, and the tender yellow little pointed beak occasionally pecks at its feathers, and its small eyes shine with a shrewd aura.

Zhuhuan: Master, look at the head of the Yan family!

It's not that I'm jealous, it's the head of the Yan family who has made a move.

He re-copied the genealogy and burned the original one. After the cloth was burned, the table was covered with a layer of white ashes, and the pet seemed to smell something delicious, and the tender yellow beak pecked a few times inside the ashes, and a white ice crystal-like object was pecked out and swallowed.

"That's good!" The head of the Yan family stroked the petite and delicate pet as if he was caressing a rare treasure. I couldn't help but look at the beam.

However, it can be seen that this pet is indeed a treasure, and the ice crystals that form after incineration are even better!

After it ate the small crystal, the little letter pet became more refined.

A pair of small eyes became more intense, and a slight streamer flashed between the wings. Moreover, faintly, there is still a little fire fanning out.

Well?

Is it a problem of trusting the pet or the problem of the cloth?

However, he set his sights on the head of the Yan family, who was obsessed with believing in pets.

He caressed the pet with a gentle expression, which was much gentler than the look he had when he talked to his daughter and grandson.

What's wrong?

After a while, the head of the Yan family put the newly written cloth back into the drawer and closed it casually.

This casualness is really casual. But this casualness is enough to deceive many people.

"Who will steal at this time of reunion? Could it be that he really came here for money?" The head of the Yan family regarded this letter as a treasure, and even its perched place was within his bed tent.

Finally, after scanning the room again, the head of the Yan family rested.

However, I went out of Yan's house, because it was the end of the year, and on this cold day, the streets and alleys were still very lively.

There are adults and children wrapped in thick clothes, holding firecrackers or lanterns, and their hands are cold and red and do not go back to the house, enjoying the joy of the New Year.

Chai Huan: It's so lively!

I bought a lantern and remembered two years ago. At that time, during the Eastern Capital Song Festival, she met Tingyu, the girl who had her sister's soul piece above her soul.

Time flies so fast! In a blink of an eye, things are not people!

Chai Huan: Why does the master have such feelings, in the past, we have been asleep for 10,000 years, and we have never seen the master so sentimental.

"Maybe it's a different time. Now that I have such a thing as responsibility, I feel that time is becoming more and more precious. However, she was thinly dressed, and when she passed by the door of a passer-by's house, the kind hostess had to bring her a padded jacket and wrap it up.

"Little girl, come out to play, pay attention to your body!" The little girl she was holding in her arms looked at a bunch of places where children were playing, with envy in her eyes.

Zhuhuan: It's a little girl who was born with a disability.

"Thank you, big sister. He accepted this kindness and teased the little girl. Seeing that the little girl did not have the qualifications to cultivate, a wisp of magic power nurtured her heavy legs, and her naturally disabled legs would slowly get better in the future.

It's just a gift of clothes on this cold day.

Bidding farewell to her eldest sister's family, she tightened her cotton clothes. It was almost midnight, and the custom of the New Year was to put sky lanterns.

To put the sky lantern is to banish the lantern in your hand. It's better to put it in the water, and it's better to be able to lift it into the air.

However, he found an open place, held the lantern in his hand with magic power, and let it rise into the air. This was originally a lamp that should go with the flow, but now that it has risen into the sky, if it has a spirit, it will also feel that the opportunities of life are wonderful!

After thinking about it, he used another spell, and in the sky with few lights, many lanterns suddenly rose, colorful, illuminating this sky as if it were day, attracting the crowd to cheer continuously.

It was in this brilliant light that Shura stepped into the sky.

It's still that familiar face, and it's still that doting smile. But I just feel that everything is different.

"You're here!" she asked the handsome man in front of her with a smile.

"I'm coming. There weren't many words, Shura was side by side with her, and he also had a lantern in his hand, and he chose to let it go with the flow. "You look good in this dress. ”

However, when I looked at myself, it was a white cotton coat. Xu is because she is a demon, she likes red. The vestments at birth were also red. Over the years, the color has not been changed.

White for her, it's really the first time.

"Really pretty?" she asked him with a light smile. The lights are dim and the stars are shining.

He was momentarily blinded.

"Hmm. Beautiful!" He struggled to make himself look exactly like that wisp of vision. But how can it be exactly the same because of feelings?

"Do you like it?" he asked.

He is tall, with a smile at the corners of his mouth and everything in his eyes. It's really a lot more mature!

"Hmm. I like it!" "White was worn on her, lined with white hair, and the red totem, which really didn't look like the Demon Venerable in his mind when he created the Demon Race.

"It's good to like it. "The night breeze is cool, and her heart is even colder. tightened the cotton clothes before I felt the slightest warmth.

"It's cold?" He is the way of heaven, and there is no difference between cold and heat for him.

Nodding her head, her gaze had already moved elsewhere. This other place is the place where Shura banished the lantern. The water was shining, and the lantern was swaying, shoulder to shoulder with other lanterns, covering the entire water surface together. It's very beautiful!

In the cold wind, the man hugged her into his arms. She was slightly stiff, but it was warm in his arms, a familiar feeling for her. She slowly relaxed and snuggled into his arms!

As the night deepened, the crowd slowly dispersed, and the lights in the sky slowly dispersed, which was just a magic force. Occasionally, a few people who actually floated up also fell down, and smashed into the water with a pop, smashing the lanterns on the surface of the water.

However, he wrapped his arms around Shura's waist and didn't want to let go. The same is true of Shura. At this moment, he is Shura, not the way of heaven.

The Heavenly Dao shielded itself.

"I'm sorry, I can't stay with you. Later, you're going to be alone. When Shura opened his mouth, he knew that he had returned.

"It's okay! We're going to be separated eventually, anyway. I've always been alone!" he said that it was okay, but his hand was tightly clasped.

Silent all night!

When the familiar feeling slowly dissipates and the unfamiliar breath returns. However, she knew that her Shura, the Shura that belonged to her alone, would never come back.