But Shen Qing'er is different.

She is a person who stands under the light, and she hates the darkness and injustice of this world, and even wants to dispel the darkness she sees.

She has a sense of responsibility to make a difference in the world.

Even if he didn't feel it, as long as she wanted to do it, he wouldn't object.

He will silently accompany her to do what she wants.

Soon, a tall and thin man in his forties walked in, followed by the disciple from just now.

He glanced at the furnace and saw that it was almost burning, so he said to the disciples beside him, "Go and bring those collected souls." ”

The disciple on the side replied respectfully: "Yes." ”

After that, the two stepped back together.

The tall and thin man looked at the burning furnace and his face was gloomy.

After a while, the two disciples walked in with a few souls with a soul attraction.

These are the souls of young men.

When a Horcrux master refines a Horcrux, the first choice is the soul of the cultivator, followed by the soul of a young man.

The tall and thin man asked his disciple to introduce one of the men's souls into the furnace first.

As the man's soul fell into the scorching furnace, a man's terrible cry came from the furnace.

Hearing this, Shen Qing'er's heart trembled.

Her eyes widened, unable to believe the terrible screams she was hearing, and her gaze turned to the man beside her.

I saw that his face was as usual, with a tall nose and a pair of black eyes that were as cold as water.

The first time I saw the Horcrux refining, it was Fenlong who jumped into the furnace to save her.

The blazing furnace fused his soul with the snow sword, but he didn't let out any groans of pain.

A slender arm suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly, and I saw the woman's expression in pain, and her voice trembled slightly: "At that time, did you also hurt?" ”

Fenlong's eyes fell on the woman's face, only to see her expression blaming herself and suffering, he didn't want her to be sad, and slowly spit out a few words: "Don't think about it." ”

But she didn't give up, and her delicate voice suddenly raised: "Isn't it?!" ”

She stared straight at him, not giving him a chance to dodge.

Fenlong considered whether to lie to her, but in the face of her questioning, he finally exhaled deeply, and then responded, "Yes." ”

At that moment, Shen Qing'er only felt that her body was weak, and her hands and feet were cold.

The man's low and soft voice sounded again: "I'm not afraid of pain." ”

His gentle gaze fell on her face, and the lonely night added a sense of loneliness to his cold and handsome countenance.

She scolded: "How can anyone not be afraid of pain!" ”

She knew that he had suffered a lot and had a lot of knife wounds on his body.

It's not that he's not afraid of pain, it's just that he's used to it and has become numb.

She couldn't care so much, so she buried herself in his arms and hugged him tightly with a pair of arms, for fear of losing him again.

This man, it's so nice.

She swore that she would love him well for the rest of her life.

After a while, the tall and thin man went to check the refining of the Horcruxes.

The endurance of this soul was too weak, and in the process of smelting, the soul could not withstand the severe pain and split, only part of the soul melted into the weapon, and the rest of the soul dissipated in the furnace.

And this weapon, because it is fused with a mutilated soul, does not have any consciousness, and it cannot be called a Horcrux.

It's a failure.