In the room, Youying sat on the sofa in the black coat, her delicate and delicate face did not have any expression, the coat fell to the ground long, and her hands were hidden in her sleeves, sitting obediently like a rag doll.

Next to him, Satan was sitting on the bed, his slender legs outstretched, his head bowed and fiddling with the black pistol, his messy hair slightly covering his sharp brow, and his eyes dark and gloomy.

Satan reloaded the pistol's bullets back into the magazine and spat out a deep voice, "Two bullets missing." ”

He turned his head to look at the silent Shadow who was sitting on the couch, stood up and walked over, and finally stood in front of her, handing the pistol back.

At this time, Youying raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her, and from her angle, she could only see Satan's slender legs, as well as the bony hand that handed the pistol.

Silently, she took the pistol and slipped it back into her pocket.

Satan sat on the table in front of the couch and leaned closer to the ghost's face, his eyes dark and treacherous, and his deep voice forced him to ask, "Now, tell me why I went there?" Well...... But the reason is not so important, I want you to stay by my side in the future, and you are not allowed to run around. ”

Listening to Satan's words, Youying blinked her eyes lightly and asked in a low voice, "Does Satan want to hear the truth or lie?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Satan's face became even more gloomy and treacherous, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty and ruthless fierceness, his Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, the corners of his mouth hooked a cruel arc, and his voice was mellow, "Of course it's true, Youying." ”

"Impossible."

Just as Youying spit out these three words, she was overwhelmed on the sofa by a strong force, her neck was tightly choked, the man's bloodthirsty and cold face was close at hand, and she could even feel the other party's hot breath.

The whole room was instantly filled with a sense of oppression, and even the air seemed to be a little thinner.

"Do you know what you're talking about? Glow! Satan let out a short, low chuckle, "Ahahaha—what are you talking about, do you have to me off?" Or do you really think I'm not going to do anything to you? ”

There was no smile in his eyes, and his voice was a little cruel and cruel at the end.

Although it was indeed pinched by Satan, the force was deliberately restrained, just pinching the boundary that could neither escape nor feel difficult to breathe, and the ghost's gaze was locked on Satan's face with a fierce aura.

"I want to find my old self." Glowing calmly looked at Satan's dark eyes, and she repeated, "I want to find my past self." ”

"Heh, what does that have to do with running away from me?!" Satan approached and roared, his eyes already glowing with bloodthirsty coldness.

"I have no intention of running away from Satan, but I can't be by Satan's side at all times." Youying quietly looked at the man's cold and resolute face, her voice was as calm as water, and there was a kind of soothing magic, "Some difficulties can only be faced by yourself, no matter whether the ending is good or bad, I have to solve it myself." ”

Hearing Yuying say this, Satan slowly calmed down his manic mood, and he slowly released his grip on Youying's neck, and instead put two hands on her sides, staring at her closely.

The oppressive and low atmosphere eased slightly, but the strong and aggressive aura had not yet dissipated.

"Okay, then I'll give you the chance to face the difficulties alone, but," Satan's thin pale blood lips pursed, and his tone was still as domineering and cold, "but other than that, you must stay by my side and not run blindly." ”

The man's voice is low and magnetic, and the calm Satan has a kind of coercion that only mature men have.

Just when Youying was slightly surprised that Satan had become so mature, Satan's brows furrowed, and his face darkened and said, "I can't stand being stupid!" Did you know that you guys are delaying me a lot of my breaks? ”

Ghost: "......"

Satan straightened up, stood up, skillfully stuffed his hands into his pockets, looked condescendingly at Youying, who was still lying on the sofa, and said in a bad tone, "I don't have the heart to continue communicating with you guy with brain problems, hurry up and go to sleep!" ”

Yuying sat up from the couch and walked out, and as she closed the door, she casually looked at Satan's grim face, and the man turned his head sideways to meet her gaze.

"Good night." Youying gently spat out two words and closed the door.

Satan stared at the closed metal door, clutching his hair frantically, covering his eyes with one hand, his eyes horribly dark through his skeletal fingers.

……

Youying returned to her bedroom, dragging her heavy body to the bed without even turning on the lights in the room.

She took off her heavy and wide black coat, then lay down on the bed tiredly, and slowly closed her eyes.

The position of the coat was not far from her, and it exuded a faint special smell, the smell was dull, it was the unique smell of Satan, and it smelled hypnotic.

Youying opened her eyes slightly, looking at the coat in a daze, the black pistol was in the coat pocket, within reach. Just looking at the garment, Satan's arrogant and evil face came to her mind.

She rolled over, facing the direction of the ceiling.

"Get rid of, or accompany?" Youying muttered to herself, her eyes suddenly darkened, "If it disappears completely, there shouldn't be this kind of trouble, right?" ”

However, the darkness only stayed under her eyes for a few seconds.

"No, I can't do that," Gloomy covered her face with her hands, "He's a life, and besides, he's Satan...... I can't do that, but, but ......."

Her voice faded away, and there were no more words.

Just as Youying slowly closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep, a rapid phone rang, "Jingle Bell—Jingle Bell—"

Youying propped up her eyelids, she didn't expect Satan to call at this time, she reached out to pick up the phone, but the expected low voice did not come, and the other side was quiet and dead.

The phone was suddenly disconnected.

Youying glanced at the microphone in silence, then put it back in its original position and closed her eyes.

This time, less than half a minute later, the phone rang again.

She reached out and put it to her ear, but the microphone was still dead and silent, and she didn't speak.

Soon, the phone was cut off again, and the sound of "beep beet-" rang.

Gloom glanced at the microphone with her eyes down, then returned it to its place, this time just putting it on and ringing the harsh, headache-inducing ringing of the phone.

The phone rings abruptly.

Youying glanced at the unplugged telephone line in her hand, threw it to the side casually, and closed her eyes to sleep.

Finally quiet.