If you don't want me, I'll be left to fend for myself. ”

The young man said lightly, his eyes dimmed,

After his liberation, he just fell into another predicament.

Fen Long took Shen Qing'er's hand, "It's time for us to go home." ”

This man dared to covet his woman.

As a soul, Biaolong was able to get along with Shen Qing'er like this, and the young man couldn't help but feel envious.

He knew that they were husband and wife in life, but now he was just a soul.

A soul is a dead thing in the eyes of the world.

Dead things, on the other hand, don't need to be cared about.

Shen Qing'er softened, "Wait." ”

Bian Long's face sank, his eyes were cold, and he asked rhetorically, "What are you waiting for?" Do you have to wait for him? ”

It was the first time that the boy had seen a soul who dared to lose his temper at his master, and he was surprised that he longed for such a relationship.

"What are you doing?!"

Shen Qing'er's eyebrows were furrowed, and she was very dissatisfied that Fenlong suddenly lost her temper like this. But from what he said, she could hear his jealousy.

"Do you have to take him with you?"

"I didn't say I had to take him with ......"

She just couldn't bear to watch the teenager fend for himself.

"Isn't it enough for you to have me?"

Facing Bianlong's questioning, her two willow eyebrows furrowed again, "What nonsense are you talking about." ”

"Isn't it?"

When he said this, Fenlong relaxed his tone, and his cold face was full of loneliness.

Shen Qing'er also relaxed her tone and explained, "No. ”

His lonely appearance made her feel pity for him unconsciously.

At this time, the young man slowly spoke: "Don't quarrel for me, don't pay attention to me." ”

Fenlong's cold gaze swept over the young man, and he said coldly in his heart: Who cares about you.

He took Shen Qing'er's hand again, "Then let's go." ”

Shen Qing'er was pulled by him and took a few steps hesitantly.

In her heart, Fenlong is the most important thing.

The boy looked at their backs, and his body seemed to be constantly falling.

After walking a few steps, Shen Qing'er raised her eyes and peeked at Fenlong's cold and handsome face.

She asked tentatively, "Are we really going to leave him there and leave him alone?" ”

Fenlong stopped, "Are you still thinking about him?" ”

When he spoke, his tone was full of disappointment and loneliness.

He is a ruthless man, and he does not show any pity to those who have nothing to do with him.

Shen Qing'er hurriedly responded: "No. ”

After a pause, she explained, "I just think he's a little pitiful." ”

"What's so pitiful."

"We killed his master, and now he is still there......"

"He also agreed to let us kill."

"That's not as good as ...... Shall we help him find a new owner? ”

Fen Long felt that Shen Qing'er cared too much about that soul, and replied lightly: "Why bother. ”

That young man, what does it have to do with them to fend for himself.

Shen Qing'er pouted, "Won't you feel uneasy in your heart?" ”

"No, it won't."

The number of people who died at his knife was innumerable, and he had long since become ruthless.

Seeing that Shen Qing'er had been talking for that young man, Biaolong asked rhetorically, "Do you care about him so much?" ”

The two looked at each other, and Shen Qing'er saw endless loneliness in those cold eyes.

"It's not. I don't care about him, I just think he's pathetic. Besides, I'm not asking him to be my Horcrux, I'm just trying to find him a new owner. ”