It was pouring rain overhead.

The boy writhed and struggled.

He looked no more than seven or eight years old, with a fleshy round face, and was born white and fat. The half-cut arm exposed outside the sleeve is as tender as a lotus root that has just been dug up.

Garan grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, frowning to look at him.

The braids on his head that were tied with red rope were a little crooked.

With angry eyes widening, he shouted in the rain: "Presumptuous thing! Let go of the master! ”

Hearing this, Jia Lan sneered, let go of his hand, and grabbed his pigtail again while he was about to land.

"Ouch", the little hand was raised, and he grabbed it indiscriminately: "Let go!" Loosen it for me! You bastard! The more he spoke, the more fierce his tone became, but his voice was soft and glutinous, and there was no authority.

Only the small gourd hanging from his waist shook gently with his movements.

The rain soaked Xuan's clothes, and he saw that Jia Lan still refused to let go.

Suddenly, he burst into tears.

Beans are big teardrops, and the bead curtain falls like broken threads.

The owner of the small courtyard standing on the side changed from being stunned to full of fear. The husband and wife, holding each other, staggered back.

There was obviously nothing in that place.

Where did this kid come from?

They stared at him, and looked at Garam with trepidation.

With a slip of foot, muddy water splashed on their faces, and the couple fell into a mess. The firewood knife, which was originally sharpened with cold light, fell into the puddle with a "plop", was covered with mud, and immediately became dull.

"Demon ...... Yokai ......"

The woman trembled and hugged her husband tightly.

Without looking at them, Garan grabbed the boy in black and went straight down to the eaves.

Tang Ning was asking Tang Xin to move and pull out the branch that was stuck in his shoulder.

But the blood was dripping, and it looked like the injuries were serious.

Tang Xin's hands were trembling.

Tang Ning took a deep breath and said with a pale face: "It doesn't matter, just do it." She looked into Tang Xin's eyes and tried to laugh, "You know, I've always been very patient, this pain is really nothing......"

"Second Sister ......"

Tang Xin's face was whiter than hers, and she finally made up her mind to make a move.

Severed and sharp branches fell to the ground with blood.

A thunderbolt exploded in the air.

The boy in black was still crying, crying so much that snot and tears covered his whole face.

Garan tugged at his pigtails.

He immediately cried even louder.

Tang Ning covered his shoulders hard and squinted his eyes to look at him. But the pain blackened her eyes, her vision blurred, and she could only see a short child.

The eyes closed and opened again.

She finally saw his face.

It's not like crying anymore......

Suddenly, his little hands wiped his tears, and he looked up and looked straight at Tang Ning.

The whining cry gradually became softer.

He opened his mouth and called out "Downing".

Everyone present was stunned.

Garan grabbed him by the collar again and brought him to his eyes. Ah Yan flew over and stared at him, screaming nonsense from his mouth, as if telling him to be honest.

But as soon as he raised his hand, he slapped it.

was so angry that Ah Yan immediately became angry.

The little boy sobbed and said, "Let me go...... Otherwise...... Otherwise, my master will ......," but he was halfway through the sentence and he couldn't go on.

Thinking of his unsuccessful master, Ah Fu not only had his face, but even his heart began to burst into tears.

Even if he dies here today, that old thing won't be sad for him, right?

Woooo

Abuki began to cry.

Jia Lan pinched his fat cheeks and snorted softly, "Why don't you say it?" You go on saying, or what would have happened to your master? Well? How's that? ”

Flushed face.

Abuki was heartbroken and cried louder than the rain.

Jia Lan said: "The person who pushed her into the water on the boat earlier is also you, right?" ”

Ah Chui was crying with his eyes closed, but when he heard this, his eyes opened, and he sobbed and argued: "Who...... Who said I pushed it? Do you see you? That's the wind blowing! ”

Like the stagnant water on the ground, the rotten wooden door frame and the branch, they are all things that already exist.

He just changed the direction of the wind slightly.

Ah Chui muttered, and quietly glanced at Tang Ning out of the corner of his eye.

She turned out to be alive.

A heart is held high.

Abuki looked at Garan.

Frosty silver hair filled his eyes, and he paused and said, "You don't look like a human being...... Could it be you who saved her? ”

Garan flicked his forehead and said in an indifferent tone, "Is it your turn to ask?" ”

Ah Blow whimpered, just wanted to go home.

If he had known, he shouldn't have taken matters into his own hands to follow, he should have gone back and told the old thing first, and let the old thing make up his own mind.

Ah Fu regretted it and closed his eyes desolately.

Garan asked, "Why do you want to kill her?" ”

When Ah Chui heard this, he felt wronged, and the soft and glutinous child's voice became softer: "It's ...... It's not like I'm going to kill her......"

"She's already ...... It's dead. ”

Thunder roared.

There was a sudden silence under the eaves.

Tang Xin asked, "What do you mean?" ”

Hearing him speak, Ah Yan, who had been floating in the air to shield Jia Lan from the rain, changed color.

What's wrong? I can't see its noble and beautiful figure, I can't hear its noble and moving voice, but I can see this ugly monster in black clothes?

Ah Yan was dissatisfied.

Very dissatisfied.

On the other side, Tang Xin was still asking, "What do you mean that you have already died?" ”

Ah Chui sniffed and whispered, "Dead is dead, what else can it mean?" ”

Garan looked at the small gourd hanging from his waist.

Verdant, as if not yet ripe.

Downing leaned against the wall and slowly lowered his hand. The wound on his shoulder, which had almost been pierced, had gradually stopped bleeding. The pain was still intense, but she knew that flesh was growing back.

It may take a quarter of an hour, or an hour, or even longer...... One day, two days, three days...... But no matter what, the wound is healing on its own.

No medication, no treatment.

It began to recover.

Downing felt hungry again.

Obviously, she had just filled her stomach, and there was even smoke and fire in the air, but just standing like this, she felt that her stomach was empty and burning.

She looked at the boy in black, and was about to speak, but saw him cry out incoherently.

"Oops! Calabash! My gourd, hey, you bastard, my gourd—"

He raised his hands and kicked his legs, struggling.

Jia Lan threw him away, held the gourd in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

Ah Fu fell to the ground, and immediately wanted to escape, but he lost the gourd, and he had to die when he returned.

He had to grit his teeth to grab it.

However, he is a little boy who is a clay sculpture, and he has no ability to do it, and he has no courage to do it...... After grabbing it twice with his open hand, he cried and tried to pull Garan's fox tail.

Garan didn't move, just staring at the palm of his hand.

The small green gourd lies there, like jade, delicate and beautiful.

He suddenly said, "Are you from the Soul Division?" ”