Suddenly, there was a gleam in his mournful eyes. ~with~dream~small~say~щ~suimеng~lā

And the soul, and the soul, not all burned out, that's good, that's good.

With trembling hands pulling out the soul-gathering apparatus, he carefully began to capture the fragments of souls in the air.

It's too hard.

It took him three days and three nights to collect the rest of his soul.

But he sadly found that there was a soul missing, a soul missing, a soul that had been burned.

stayed and looked for a long time, but he didn't find her soul, and returned to the underworld with the soul he found.

……

"Poof," spat out a mouthful of blood, gasping and wiping the blood from his mouth, "what the hell is that fire, it actually burned my mark." ”

……

In the midst of a clear blue sea, the exquisite Crystal Palace sparkles in the light of the pearl of the night.

In the midst of the verdant seaweed lay a stone, on which sat a gray figure.

I only heard him mutter, and his tone was full of doubts and puzzles: "Hey, the brand is gone, what's going on?" ”

……

Meng Po was serving soup to the people crossing the bridge, and by the way, she was selling her freshly baked bean curd.

As soon as he made a business, he saw that the blood on his extremely unneatly dressed face had not yet been wiped off, and he staggered towards the city gate like a drunken person.

It seems that he is still holding a jar in his hand, and he is holding it tightly.

It wasn't until Mo walked near her that she could see the expression on his face clearly, so mournful, so lost.

Meng Po had a bad premonition in her heart, and before she could put down the spoon in her hand, she used the spoon to stop the ink, frowned and asked, "Why didn't Xiaobai come back with you?" ”

Mo raised his head, and his deep eyes were bloodshot on weekdays, and there was a faint sadness.

His lips squirmed: "She'......"

After all, I can't say it.

When Meng Po saw it, the uncomfortable feeling in her heart became more and more severe, and she asked sharply: "Where is it?!" ”

The people who were about to cross the bridge next to her were stunned, and a few people who wanted to run away while she wasn't paying attention didn't dare to run, so they stood by in a daze and waited.

I thought it was a gentle and understanding ****** just now, but now ......

"Here." Mo Jiang revealed the jar in his hand a little and replied in a low voice.

……

Ma Mian looked at Mo in disbelief, as well as the jar in his hand, his lips trembled: "Mo, Mo Shao, what's going on?" ”

"It's all the old bastard Qingji, that sinister villain entangled me with a fake killing array, and after I sent her out, she went to find the old guy, and it turned out to be ...... I went out to find her, and it was too late......"

Mo's voice grew lower and lower, and by the end he was speechless.

He covered his head with both hands, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the jar in front of him.

She had never hated herself like this, and if he hadn't sent her out, she wouldn't have fallen into the trap of Clearing, and she wouldn't have almost been burned to pieces.

He didn't know if his soul would dissipate if he was a little longer, whether he would never find her again, never see her again, whether he would never be able to hold her again, and whether anyone would respond to his "Xiaobai" again.

Obviously, he had already thought about not being able to put her in a dangerous situation in the future, and it was only a long time since he had just returned from the previous plane.

Here it was again, again again, and this time she was almost gone.

This time he went late.

Why is he so useless!

Hades watched the cow head, the horse face and Meng Po squatting next to the ink and the jar, all of them with sad faces, wanting to cry but not daring to stimulate the ink, and sighed.

"Since the soul is still there, then find a way to let her come back and go to the God King, there will always be a way."

Mo's body stiffened, and his eyes didn't blink when he looked at the jar.