Xiao Lingyun got up and walked to the big bed, and only after Yan Xiaojing no longer flinched did he sit down on the edge of the bed. Her tears smelled of spring rain, he thought.

"What will happen to me?" She muttered.

Although he knew from that desperate tone that Yan Xiaojing was asking God, not himself, Xiao Lingyun still responded: "Your refining period is coming soon. It will come around the time we all celebrate our 25th birthday. When the time comes, I will teach you how to deal with it, how to take care of yourself. ”

"Oh my God......"

"Once you have passed the refining period, you will need to suck the Yang Spirit."

She choked up, jumped up and shouted, "I'm not going to kill anyone!" ”

"Not what you think. All you need is the yang spirit that sucks the male vixen and that's it. ”

"That's all." She repeated his words with a blank look on her face.

"We don't hunt ordinary people. It's all old legends. ”

"You've never smoked...... Ordinary people's yang spirits? ”

"They don't use their yang spirits as food." He said lightly, "There are some vixens who will suck the yang spirits of ordinary people, but the power provided by that yang spirit is not long-lasting. To keep ourselves strong and healthy, we need to suck the yang spirit of our people. ”

"You talk about vixens like they're normal."

"That's true."

She fell silent. Then, as if he had realized something, he suddenly asked, "What did you just say I should smoke......

"When the time comes, you'll suck my yang spirit."

She made a nausea sound in her throat, as if she was about to vomit, and swallowed it back.

"Yan Xiaojing, I know it's hard to ......"

"You don't know."

“…… Because, I've experienced it too. ”

She stared at Xiao Lingyun and asked, "Didn't anyone tell you that you would become a vixen?" ”

Her eyes were not questioning his authority, but more like a desire to find someone who shared her position. It doesn't matter who that person is.

"I know my parents are vixens." "But they died before I could refine them." I was living alone, completely unaware of what lay ahead of me. So, I can understand your confusion. ”

She leaned back on the pillow and asked, "Is my mother a vixen too?" ”

"Lu Qingyang told me that she is an ordinary person. There have been examples of vixens and ordinary people combining in the past, but most of them didn't survive in the end. ”

"Can I not refin? Can I stop it? ”

He shook his head.

"Does it hurt?"

"You'll feel ......"

"I'm not talking about me, I'm asking if it will hurt you?"

Xiao Lingyun hurriedly swallowed his exclamation. Whether it is a vixen or an ordinary person, no one has ever worried about him. Ordinary people were afraid of him, and his people adored him, but no one really cared about him. Faced with Yan Xiaojing's worries, he was a little overwhelmed.

"No, you can't hurt me."

"Am I going to kill you?"

"There's no way I'm going to let you do it."

"You promise?" She asked eagerly, sitting up straight, grabbing his arm.

Even Xiao Lingyun couldn't believe that he would make a promise of self-protection at Yan Xiaojing's request.

"Well, I promise you." He tried to shake her hand, but then changed his approach and lowered his hand before touching her.

"When will refining happen?"

"I can't tell you the exact time, but it should be soon."

So she leaned back on her pillow and fell asleep on her back, without further questioning.

"I'll wake up," she reassured herself, "maybe, I'll wake up anyway." ”

Charunwang swallowed the agave in his cup. He made a big mistake. He began to cough incessantly, and his whole throat seemed to burn, as if he had a French kiss with the torch. But as soon as the cough stopped, he asked Abby for another drink.

"We'll find her." Songwentana put the Bitburg brand dark beer in his hand on the bar and comforted Charunwangdao. Because he wanted to go back to spend time with his family, he only ordered a low-alcohol Bitburger dark beer. Charunwang, on the other hand, is single, ready to vent his anger as much as he wants.

Sonventana circled the rim of a Bitburg brand dark beer glass and said, "You don't have to blame yourself, detective. ”

Charunwang laughed and poured the second cup of tequila into his mouth: "Yes, besides that suspect, there are many prisoners in my car." He raised his hand to Abby, "I'm thirsty again." ”

"It's going to be all over in a hurry." Abby shook the tequila in her hand, grinned at Charunwang, and pressed the mouth of the bottle to the glass.

Songwentana changed his posture and pressed his whole body against the back of the chair. He was very worried about the speed of Chalunwang tequila, but he couldn't persuade him, so he could only move his body awkwardly.

Abby turned to serve the other guests. Charunwang said to Songwentana, "I'm going to get drunk that night, you don't have to stay here. ”

Sonventana threw a few peanuts into his mouth and replied unhurriedly, "I won't leave you here alone." ”

"I can take a taxi home by myself."

"No way. I'll drink with you until you're unconscious. When the time comes, drag you home, make you vomit for an hour, and then throw you in bed. I'll make you coffee before you go. Also, aspirin will be placed next to the sugar bowl. ”

"I don't have a sugar pot."

"Then it will be next to the sugar packet."

Charunwang was amused: "Songwen Tana, you are definitely a good wife. ”

"I say the same to myself."

Next, the two lost the topic. Until Abby poured a fourth glass of wine for Charunwang.

"Based on the Gris's dagger I turned over on the suspect," Charunwang asked, "have you found any new clues?" ”

"Exactly the same weapon we found next to the exploding car and the body of the 'Cherry Bomb'. It's called cold steel, 91 grams, 44% stainless steel, about 10 centimeters in diameter, and hollow in the middle. For about $10, you can book a whole bunch of martial arts academies online. Also, there were no fingerprints on it. ”

"What about the other weapons?"

"A few boys from the bureau's laboratory salivated when they saw that set of daggers, the alloy material, which was harder than diamonds, and it was perfectly handmade, but it was impossible to identify the maker. The gun is the same as the one you use, the Italian Bo ~ Letta 92F pistol, and it is too well maintained. Not to mention the fact that the numbers have been worn out, the strange thing is that those bullets have never been seen. The middle was hollow and filled with some kind of liquid, and the examiner thought that it was just paper ash water. I wonder why anyone would make this kind of bullet? ”

"You're kidding."

"Uh-huh."