Yan Xiaosi is not a bodhisattva, if he is, he will not make the town like that, with a few tears, he wants to make her kind, right?

Yan Xiaosi looked at the ghost mother kneeling in front of her unmoved, someone supported her, and she put her shelf enough: "Ben Xiao......"

She wanted to say Miss, but when the words came to her lips, she realized that something was wrong, and she had an idea, and said: "Master Ben will give you a chance to confess and be lenient, remember, there is only one chance, you had better think clearly before answering." ”

The ghost mother looked at Yan Xiaosi, and then at the demon lord who was guarding behind Yan Xiaosi like a demon god, and in an instant she had already understood that this seemingly innocent young man had discovered that she and Huan Lang had something to hide from them.

Ordinary people would fall into a huge shock when they learned that the Ghost Mother of the Underworld had an inexplicable relationship with a dead demon cultivator, and they had no time to wonder about anything else.

This young man is simple-looking, but his brain is calmer and easier than most people.

The ghost mother came from her heart, and suddenly trembled her shoulders and smiled.

As soon as Demon Xiu saw her like this, he knew that she had given up resistance, and he shouted: "Ghost Mother! No! ”

The ghost mother raised her hand and wiped the tears on her face, in fact, this is not tears, the ghost cultivator doesn't even have blood, where do the tears come from? This is the transformation of the soul qi that is more precious than the soul qi around the body, and every drop is ten years of cultivation.

The ghost mother said bitterly: "So far, what else can't be said? We can't take care of it anyway...... I can't take care of ...... anymore."

In the end, she hid her face and cried.

"Don't care about anything?" Yan Xiaosi asked.

The ghost mother looked at the demon cultivator, and the demon cultivator turned his face sadly, as if he had compromised, no matter what the ghost mother wanted to say next, he would not stop it.

The ghost mother stood up against the wall, glanced at the demon lord and Yan Xiaosi, and said slowly and in a low voice, "Please come with me." ”

Yan Xiaosi jumped over with a step, regardless of whether the Demon Lord followed or not.

The Demon Lord looked at her back shuttling through the wall, and felt a little sour in her heart, Ah Wan never went her own way like this, when she was with Yan Jiuchao, no matter what decision she made, she would look at him first, not waiting for his affirmation, but telling him that she was going to do it.

"What a heartless little thing."

The Demon Lord muttered.

"Xiao Zhao, hurry up! It's so choking here! Yan Xiaosi in front of him ran and jumped, without looking back, but made a voice that seemed to be the most beautiful in the world.

The Demon Lord's red lips were slightly hooked, and he quickly followed.

"As you already know, my house is actually a magic weapon." The ghost mother said.

"Hmm." Yan Xiaosi nodded.

When the two came to the original corridor, the ghost mother looked at the wall at the end, paused, and said, "Actually, it is not just a magic weapon, but also a passage to the underworld. ”

"Oh?" This made Yan Xiaosi come to his senses, "You mean, can you get out of the underworld from here?" ”

"That's right." The Ghost Mother said slowly, and her afterglow noticed that the Demon Cultivator and the Demon Lord had followed, and raised her hand to find a key from her bosom.

When the key appeared, a keyhole appeared on the black wall, and the ghost mother inserted the key into the keyhole, and with a slight turn, the wall in front of her disappeared, and a white path appeared in front of several people.

The ghost mother walked over first.

This was followed by Demon Cultivation.

The Demon Lord took Yan Xiaosi's hand and didn't let her jump too fast.

After crossing the path, they came to another courtyard, which was identical to the ghost mother's yard, with a variety of flowers, a sunny day, and a fragrance of flowers, and bees and butterflies chasing among the flowers.

"Is it still an illusion this time?" Yan Xiaosi asked the Demon Lord in a low voice.

She was so close that her breath fell on his ear, hot, ear-burning.

The Demon Lord's throat slid and said, "It's not an illusion, we're already out of the underworld." ”

"So fast, what is this place?" Yan Xiaosi looked around.

The ghost mother and the demon cultivator stood in the courtyard without moving, their eyes were firmly fixed in the direction of the house, and their fingers were all pinched involuntarily.

Yan Xiaosi took in the strange appearance of the two, blinked strangely, followed the eyes of the two and looked inside, and was stunned.

It was a soothing and open room, with a low table in the middle, on which were a few delicate and delicious snacks, and a four-year-old boy kneeling on a cushion beside the table.

He was dressed in simple clothes, small, slightly thin, and his face was paler than the rest of the children Yan Xiaosi had seen.

There was a snack on the table, but he didn't eat anything, but groped with his hands, took a piece of snack, and fed a little rabbit he held in his arms.

For some reason, Yan Xiaosi felt that his movements were a little clumsy.

Yan Xiaosi looked at him fixedly for a long time, pulled the sleeve of the Demon Lord, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Why do I feel that this kid is weird?" ”

The Demon Lord glanced at the Demon Cultivator behind him, and said lightly: "He can't see it." ”

"What?" Yan Xiaosi was stunned, such a beautiful child was actually blind?

The ghost mother waved her hand to lay down the soundproof array, took a few steps forward, came to Yan Xiaosi's side, and said with a choked smile: "His name is Xiaoshi, and he just turned four years old the day before yesterday." ”

"Is Little Stone your and Huan Lang's child?" Yan Xiaosi asked.

The ghost mother nodded.

Yan Xiaosi frowned puzzled: "You are a ghost cultivator, he is a demon cultivator, you two ...... Is it possible to have a baby? ”

The ghost mother shook her head bitterly: "Originally, I couldn't, but I have accumulated a lot of merit in the underworld, and I am quite reused by the underworld. It just so happened that there was a big case in the underworld, and a powerful ghost escaped from the underworld and committed evil in the human world. I was sent to the underworld to investigate the case thoroughly, and in order to make it easier to walk outside, the underworld gave me a body, and it was at that time that I met Huan Lang. ”

Yan Xiaosi pointed at each other: "Then the two of you fell in love at first sight, loved each other, and gave birth to a child without hesitation?" ”

"That's right." The ghost mother nodded, "I wanted to stay out for a few more years so that I could grow up with Little Rock, but then that ghost was caught, and I had no reason to stay outside, so I had to return to the underworld." ”

Yan Xiaosi secretly sighed, he didn't expect that the ghost mother and the demon cultivator would have such a lingering and sad story.

The ghost mother smiled tearfully and said, "Actually, even if I go back, it's nothing, although I can't wander around the outside world all the time, I can come to visit their father and son from time to time." It's just that after I lost the body of the human race, I was just a simple ghost cultivator. I can't get too close, I can't talk to them, lest they get caught in my aura. ”

Hearing this, Yan Xiaosi was very vigilant and pulled Xiao Zhao away from her.

The ghost mother smiled: "Childe, please rest assured, with the current realm of the two of you, there is no need to be afraid of the underworld, as for the child in the basket, although I don't know what realm she is, but she has been in the underworld for so long, she has not felt the slightest discomfort, she should be born with a special physique, and the underworld qi cannot cause harm to her." ”

"How do you know there's a child in the basket?" Her aura is not easily noticed.

The ghost mother smiled: "One of us is the ghost mother and the other is a dead corpse, how can we not be aware of the breath of the living?" ”

"Oh." Yan Xiaosi was relieved, "Then what's going on with the two of them?" ”

"Childe wants to ask how they died?" The ghost mother's smile became bitter again, "Accident, it's an accident. ”

That was a year ago, a righteous monk successfully broke through to the Hinayana realm, attracting three heavenly thunders, the first two of which he blocked, but the third one, he was really powerless to fight, and it happened that Huan Lang passed by nearby with a small stone.

When the righteous monk saw that it was a demon cultivator, he didn't say a word and arrested them to block the thunder.

The two didn't even have time to react, so they were struck by the thunder.

The moment the heavenly thunder struck his body, Huan Lang held his son in his arms and poured all his demonic energy into protecting him.

"I know that the Holy Demon is not incompatible, if he fights Huan Lang openly, I respect him as a man! But why did he catch Huan Lang to block the thunder for him? Why don't you even let a four-year-old child go?! Our son...... What did Huan Lang's son and I do wrong? Just because he was born a demon, should he be captured and sent to death? Should he be a stepping stone for you so-called righteous monks? Little Stone was born blind, but he never complained...... He is kind...... Very sweet...... It hurts his father very much...... When he was alive, he was reluctant to trample even an ant to death...... Why be so cruel to him? Why?! ”

The Ghost Mother roared in pain.

Yan Xiaosi found that her beautiful face gradually became hideous, with hard edges and corners, high cheekbones, black and purple lips, and upside down demon eyebrows, which was the real face of the ghost mother, as terrifying as a ghost.

At this moment, Yan Xiaosi seemed to finally understand the intentions of the ghost mother and the demon cultivator, they sucked yang qi, never because the demon cultivator was greedy for life and afraid of death, just to be able to come back every day to take care of their children.