If he could also devour the soul and cultivate, it wouldn't take long for his demonic power to fully recover as before.

Hua Lian thought about it, and there was still a little excitement.

It's just that Mo Shuchen, who was on the side, had an ugly face: "Hua Lian, cultivating in this way will never be the right way, don't think nonsense!" ”

Hua Lian's expression immediately fell, and he lay down on the sofa again: "I just said it casually, and I don't want to be sealed for thousands of years, unable to move, uncomfortable to death." He grumbled.

A trace of distress flashed in Mo Shuchen's eyes, but his face remained serious, but his tone softened a lot: "If you know it's uncomfortable, be obedient." ”

"Got it." Hua Lian's eyes were skimmed to other places, and the tone of his speech was even more perfunctory.

Mo Shuchen stretched out his hand to hold Hua Lian's face and let him look at himself: "Promise me, you will never be allowed to cultivate in this way." ”

He leaned close to Hua Lian, almost all of his breath could be felt, he looked at Mo Shuchen's eyes, Hua Lian had an indescribable feeling, very familiar and a little sour.

The ghost envoy Hua Lian raised his hand around Mo Shuchen's neck, and said in a coquettish tone: "I'm sleepy, if you carry me to the room, I will promise you." ”

Mo Shuchen was stunned for a moment, then reached out and picked up the fluttering Hua Lian and walked to the room. The door of the room opened automatically, the curtains had been closed, and he put Hua Lian on the bed, Hua Lian reached out and pulled up the quilt to wrap himself in.

He came out with an exposed hand and made an oath: "I, Hua Lian, promised the Immortal Lord that I would never use the evil way to cultivate, otherwise heaven and earth would not allow it!" ”

Mo Shuchen grabbed the hand he swore by revealing the quilt and put it to his lips, and said softly in a helpless tone: "If only you could be so well-behaved two thousand years ago." ”

"Huh? What the? Hua Lian didn't hear what he said.

"It's nothing, let's sleep." After speaking, Mo Shuchen let go of Hua Lian's hand, returned to his usual cold expression, and turned around to leave the room.

"Where are you going? Don't sleep? ”

"Take a bath, you sleep first." Mo Shuchen took his pajamas and bath towels and walked out of the room.

Hua Lian looked at his hand, transparent. He is a soul now, and he doesn't need a bath......

I don't know when I'll be able to have a physical body, and now he really doesn't feel safe.

When Mo Shuchen came out of the bathroom, Hua Lian fell asleep holding the quilt sideways, his brows furrowed slightly, his hands clutching the quilt tightly, his long hair scattered behind him, and some of them hung down from the edge of the bed.

Mo Shuchen walked to the other side of the bed and sat down, leaned over, reached out and stroked Hua Lian's bangs, thinking about whether to buy a larger double bed, now this bed seems to be a little small.

Suddenly, Hua Lian whimpered, turned over, and swept away all the quilts, only then did Mo Shuchen notice that although Hua Lian was still transparent, his demonic power had gradually recovered, and his soul was more like.

It's just that it looks like it will take a long time to fully recover.

Mo Shuchen lay down, stretched out his hand and hugged Hua Lian into his arms with the quilt he was holding.

Hua Lian in his sleep was not stable.

Faintly, he heard someone calling his name.

Hua Lian...... Hua Lian ...... "The voice was very familiar, low and a little hoarse, hurried and anxious.

Hua Lian tried to follow the sound to find the source, but fell into endless darkness.

"Hua Lian, don't you remember me? Hua Lian ......"

"Who the hell are you!" Hua Lian was given a headache by the voice shouting.

Hua Lian...... My little Hua Lian ......"

Suddenly, Hua Lian sat up from the bed and was stunned.

"What's wrong?" Mo Shuchen was awakened by Hua Lian's actions, sat up, and looked at him worriedly.

Hua Lian turned his head: "I heard someone calling me." ”

Mo Shuchen frowned after hearing this, he held Hua Lian's head with both hands, and a golden soft light penetrated into Hua Lian's mind, calming him down a bit.

"It's just a nightmare, are you feeling better now?" Mo Shuchen said with relief.

Hua Lian, who originally felt a little headache, suddenly lost his feelings, and he bowed his head: "Hmm." It's probably because I'm too weak now, and I actually have nightmares, and if it gets out, it will definitely make other monsters laugh. ”

Mo Shuchen shook his head helplessly, looking at Hua Lian's eyes full of pampering: "Are you still sleeping?" "It was still dark outside.

"Sleep!" Hua Lian has always had a big heart, so he immediately lay down again, and pulled Mo Shuchen to lie down together, "Will the immortals have nightmares?" ”

Mo Shuchen looked at Hua Lian sideways, and said silently for a moment: "Yes." ”

Hua Lian showed a surprised expression: "What would make the Heavenly Immortals afraid of dreaming?" ”

Mo Shuchen's gaze dimmed, he reached out and touched Hua Lian's head, but replied, "Not now." ”

"Huh?"

Mo Shuchen didn't answer him, just closed his eyes. Hua Lian thought he was sleepy, and he was not interested in asking any more, so he simply slept again.

In a remote part of the city, there is a small village, located halfway up the mountain, which was originally planned to be demolished due to the urban plan, and most of the people who lived in it agreed to the demolition plan and moved to the city.

But I don't know why, the demolition plan suddenly stalled, and the village instantly became a ghost village in the mouth of nearby people, and it also became a good place for many young people to broadcast live.

In such a village, there was a house with a light on in the middle of the night.

From the outside, it is just an ordinary courtyard house, with strange white lanterns hanging outside, and the architectural style seems to be from the Republic of China period.

In the ancestral hall in this quadrangle, on the offering table, there are tablets with different surnames enshrined, and ever-bright lamps are hung on both sides, and the light in the house is slightly dim.

A man wearing a long robe of the Republic of China, meditating with his eyes closed, the temperature in the house was much cooler than outside.

His slightly long bangs cover his left eye, a tall nose, fair skin, and the temperament of Mr. Republic of China.

Suddenly, a gust of wind missed, and the tablets in the room shook a little, and he opened his eyes, and those eyes were gloomy, and he glanced at the offering table, and the offering table suddenly fell silent.

Then, the paper figures, reduced to pieces, flew back from the window and surrounded the man.

The man's expression hesitated, and he reached out to touch the paper figure that had turned into pieces, snooping into its memories.

In its memory, the man saw Mo Shuchen and Hua Lian.

He didn't have much interest in Mo Shuchen, but when he saw Hua Lian, the corners of his mouth hooked, but soon, his expression returned to his original gloomy appearance.

The door that had been closed was suddenly blown open by a gust of wind, and first a pair of feet, then legs, and then a body, slowly emerged.

Judging from her appearance alone, she seems to be just an ordinary woman, but her eyes are a pair of animal eyes.

"What do I want?" The woman asked.

The man stood up, picked up the black token from the offering table, lay flat on the soft cloth, and turned to throw it to the woman.

The woman looked excitedly at the token in her hand: "I didn't expect you to really get it!" ”

The man was still expressionless: "Remind you, when you take the Black Order Flag, you have been targeted by the judges of the underworld, if you are caught, you know the consequences." ”

The woman laughed, full of mockery: "The underworld always thinks it is fair, but in fact it is just a group of sanctimonious ghosts. Don't worry, I'll be careful, and I won't forget what I promised you. ”

The man turned around and looked at all the tablets on the table: "It's better to do that." ”

The woman put away the black flag, stepped on the small broken steps, and disappeared with a strange tune in her mouth.

During the day, Hua Lian can't go out, so he can only watch TV in the house, or chat with Xiaohei. But Xiao Hei Xiaobai is very young, and he has never been out of this house, and when he talks to them, they will only blink and look at him with big eyes.

Mo Shuchen went to school and was not at home.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Hua Lian collapsed on the sofa, and the TV was playing a TV series that he couldn't understand, and he was bored.

Bright sunlight from outside pierced through the gaps in the curtains, rushing into the house and falling on the wooden floor.

Hua Lian looked at the sunlight on the ground, intentionally or unintentionally, and his thoughts drifted back to two thousand years ago.

Although many memories are blurred, he has never forgotten the joy of freedom.

Little black and white clean quietly, this is their daily work.

Hua Lian raised his eyes and looked: "Why hasn't Mo Shuchen come back yet?" He had asked that question ten minutes earlier.

Xiaobai cleaned up the bathroom and walked out and said, "Mr. Mo said that he would be home before six o'clock." He had answered this answer ten minutes earlier.

Hua Lian hummed something in his mouth, turned over impatiently, and pressed his face against the sofa.

It's so boring!

Mo Shuchen set up an enchantment in the house before leaving, and Hua Lian couldn't get out at all.

He turned his face sideways, looked at the TV screen, and a bold idea suddenly sprung up in his heart.

Xiao Hei Xiaobai returned to the living room after cleaning up the house, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he was instantly stunned......

At half past five in the afternoon, Mo Shuchen left in a hurry as soon as his class was over, he used to take the public transport back slowly, but now he has lost that leisure.

He estimated that Hua Lian should wake up at noon, and he didn't know what he would do in the afternoon.

With his understanding of him, Hua Lian always couldn't bear to be lonely.

Maybe it's going to toss the little black and white, or maybe it's going to wreak havoc at home...... Mo Shuchen's thoughts were always chaotic because of Hua Lian.

He walked to the alley where no one was and used a spell to go straight home.

But when he saw the scene in front of him, he consciously cultivated his quiet heart for thousands of years, and turned up a monstrous wave.

On the sofa, Hua Lian hugged two beautiful women, the women were wearing light clothes in ancient times, revealing snow-white skin, with spring at the corners of their mouths and bewitching flowers at the corners of their eyes.

Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai seemed to have been persuaded for a long time, and stood aside with helpless eyes.

Mo Shuchen's face was also very bad, and his gloomy face was darker than ink.

At this time, Xiao Hei Xiaobai noticed that Mo Shuchen was back, and hurriedly came to him: "Mr. Mo." ”

Hua Lian heard Xiao Hei Xiaobai's voice, secretly said that it was not good, waved his hand, and the illusion disappeared immediately.

Then he turned his head with a harmless smile: "You're finally back." "It's as if he wasn't the one who was the demon just now.

Mo Shuchen was deceived by this pure appearance many times, he couldn't remember it himself, but he was always fooled again and again.