This is the Spirit of All Saints, who has followed Him since he came into this world, and with its protection, no one can harm this thing.

He hesitated, but put it inside it.

The thing's body seemed to stiffen for a moment, and soon, the center of its eyebrows showed golden flame marks, even its pupils turned golden, and the tip of its snow-white tail also faintly glowed with some golden light.

Yue Heng pursed his lips lightly, and just put it on the snow.

Squatted down and rubbed its furry head, "Whether you can cultivate the spirit or not depends on your own creation." ”

He has done what he can do, and as for the future, it is up to him.

If it is still the same the next time he comes, then he can only take back the Spirit of All Saints.

I don't know if I understood what he said, but I just nodded.

I didn't know at all that the man in front of me could give it life and take it back at any time.

But its obedient and well-behaved appearance made a corner of Yue Heng's ice-solid heart melt slightly.

He patted it on the head, stood up, and one last look at it disappeared into the snowfield.

As far as the current Yue Heng is concerned, Yue Jiu is just something he created on a whim to please himself.

Because he is too lonely, with the ninth month of the month that flows the same blood as himself, it seems that he can reduce some of the loneliness blessings

Indeed, he returned to the Demon Realm again, and finally realized what it meant to be concerned.

His life has not changed, but he can no longer be as calm as he was at the beginning.

In the past, it was only a thousand years of time for him, but now, every day and night has become as long as a thousand years.

Every now and then he thinks about that thing and wonders how it is now?

Is it that he has cultivated his soul or is it still the same as when he left?

And although this kind of concern is not so pleasant, it strangely makes him forget his loneliness, and he is finally no longer alone.

Because of this concern, after only five hundred years, he couldn't help but want to see it.

Although he knew that in five hundred years, it was too possible to cultivate the spirit soul.

However, when he stood on the snowy field again, he found that the thing had not only cultivated its soul, but even cultivated into a human form, although it was only in the form of a half-demon.

Standing in front of her was a girl whose height was no more than her thighs, except for the pointed ears on her head and the white velvet tail swaying behind her, she seemed to be only five or six years old.

She raised her head and blinked and looked at him directly, frowning slightly, her eyes were no longer simply blank, but with a little doubt.

Yue Heng also looked down at her, although she turned into a human form, he could see at a glance her true body, the thing he pinched out of the snow.

The imprint of the Spirit of All Saints between her brows also told him that he was not mistaken.

He was in a strange mood, and for a moment, he felt as if he had given birth to a daughter.

But soon, the girl's eyes lit up and she said in surprise: "Ah, it's you, you finally came to see me." ”

Yue Heng breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, she was really afraid that she would call her father when she opened her mouth.

He was silent for a moment, then crouched down and picked her up.

The girl didn't refuse, but smiled and hugged his neck along with his movements.

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