"What were you doing?" Bei Qingyan blinked his clear eyes, and he hadn't recovered from Fang Cai's shock.

"They died under the Soul Eater! The soul has endured extreme pain, so after so many years of hatred and painful torture, the heroic soul has gradually turned into demonic energy. Ye Ruoxian explained for her, and there was a hint of hatred in her tone.

"Really? Can they really be liberated? Bei Qingyan looked at Ye Ruoxian with an expectant face, like a child.

"Well, they are free from pain. When you have truly avenged them, they will be able to return to their homeland. Ye Ruoxian nodded, and the gentleness of her eyes was like the golden light of Fang Cai, trying to dispel the gloom in her heart.

"That's really good......" Bei Qingyan smiled against the light of the sky, but frowned the next moment: "You must lie to me!" You're not a god......"

Ye Ruoxian twitched the corners of her lips and replied, "This is a very simple soul technique!" "If it weren't for his recent toxic episode, he would have done it with just the snap of his fingers.

"Soul magic? Isn't that unique to demons? Bei Qingyan became more and more curious. She suddenly felt that the person in front of her was not as simple as she imagined.

Ye Ruoxian walked behind her at some point, raised his hand and rubbed her head, and said, "Who said that soul art is only known to demons?" The Protoss, the Demon Clan, the Golden Crow Clan, the Yin and Yang Clan, and even the Ghost Clan all know a little bit about it. ”

"Don't slap me in the head!" Bei Qingyan pursed his lips, raised his hand and slapped his palm away, and then asked, "Why are there so many clans?" How come I've never heard of it? ”

"It was the world of a long time ago, and now the world is unified." Ye Ruoxian was not angry, and after answering her question, he grabbed her cold hand domineeringly, and said, "Let's go back, it's too cold here." ”

Bei Qingyan suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly asked, "Where is my uncle?" ”

"I have ordered him to be returned." Ye Ruoxian took her hand and walked towards the carriage not far away.

Bei Qingyan wanted to break free, but where could she move half a point, but she didn't give up and tried her best to shake it off. In exchange, he carried her behind him.

Her heart was shocked, and she said angrily: "The night is like a string! You put me down! It's not like I won't go! ”

"I can't press it, and I don't have it anyway." Ye Ruoxian tilted her head and smiled softly at her, and patted her ass with her hand again.

Bei Qingyan was a little confused, forgetting that he was slapping her ass, but asked puzzledly, "What is not pressing?" Not anyway? ”

Ye Ruoxian was silent, but her arms dragged her ass up again.

Bei Qingyan couldn't even care about the struggle, and began to think about the meaning of this sentence, she always felt that it was not a good word. Seeing that she was about to walk to the carriage, she finally came to her senses, because she remembered the stalk of "boy" again!

She was so angry that her little face turned red, and she scolded in a low voice: "Night is like a string! Aren't you a gentleman? Why do you always think about this? Rise? You're a pervert, ah!! ”

Before her words fell, she was already in his arms, and he was stuffed into the carriage.

The carriage was wide and filled with everything, the lotus-shaped carved incense burner, and the rising clouds had a hint of sweetness.

"I'll get to the academy after a good night's sleep, everything has been arranged for you." Ye Ruoxian put her head on his shoulder, smiling gently.

Bei Qingyan's beautiful phoenix eyes trembled violently, and he forgot about Fang Cai for a while, and actually made the god almost nod his head.

Probably because the carriage was running smoothly, or because the stove was too warm, or because his shoulders were too comfortable, she fell asleep again.