The black slave fell to the ground weakly, laughing, laughing, crying, and screaming his name in pain.

He finally cried, crying like a child, this small half of his life, spent in blood and blood, Huashang is a glimmer of light in his dark life, but this wisp was lost by himself after all.

The glimmer of light, turning into style, turning into rain, keeps staying, but can no longer stay in his world, stay by his side.

Listening to this cry, the man slowly put down the teacup in his hand and said, "There is cause and effect in the world, and the result of Hua Shang's death is planted by himself, and the sin is not yours." ”

The black slave calmed down and knelt in front of the man, "The black slave thanked the adult for saving his life, and now that the injury has healed, he will no longer bother in the house, as for the saving grace, the black slave swears that no matter where the black slave is, as long as the adult speaks, the black slave will immediately come and swear allegiance to the adult." ”

So saying, the slave kowtowed to the man three times, and the sound was real, because when the slave raised his head again, his head and the ground he had knocked were red.

The man frowned unconsciously and sneered, "You, want to leave?" ”

"How could the place of my ghost be a mere half-demon, come when you want, and leave when you want?"

The person behind the curtain also walked out with a smile, "How about it, this time, you have bitten into a hard bone?" ”

That person, as you can imagine, is the Demon Flame who has taken care of the black slaves for a period of time.

Demon Flame continued to smile, looked at the black slave and said, "You are really in the midst of blessings and don't know how to be blessed!" "Ghost Venerable medicine, but it's hard to find ten thousand gold, and he wasted so much on this fool in vain, it's a pity, it's a pity, he has been dead for so long, and he hasn't gotten a pill!

The black slave looked unpredictable, and pursed his lips that were only slightly bloody.

I didn't want the person who was called the Ghost Venerable, so I opened my mouth in the next sentence, "Do you want to save Huashang?" ”

The black slave looked up sharply with an expression of disbelief, but he nodded without hesitation.

"Well, I have a way to save him, but it's just ......"

The black slave repeated, "Just? ”

As if he had thought of something, Onizun looked disgusted, "I just don't want to do it myself." ”

Hearing this, the black slave hurriedly said, "I can learn!" ”

Onizun smiled, "Oh? But I only want to give it to my disciples. The meaning of these words could not be more obvious.

The black slave's eyes flashed, and he said firmly, "No. 1 see the Lord." ”

"Number one? Let's give myself a new name, how can my people not even have a decent name? ”

The black slave thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Black slave, my name is black slave. ”

"Slave? Can't you control the servility in your bones? ”

"No, my subordinates just want to warn themselves with this......"

Alert? It's all an excuse, and the black slave knows in his heart that he just wants to keep the past that is still a little glimmering in this way......

His splendid dress......

Gorgeous .........

Shura Temple.

The black slave leaned against the wall, muttering unconsciously, and there were only two people, the lord and the gorgeous clothes......

When the black slave was asleep, he didn't feel anyone approaching slowly.

And that person was actually obsidian who was supposed to lie on the bed and cultivate well, no, like, not very like, the coercion that naturally exuded from the whole body was something that obsidian couldn't learn no matter how much he learned.

If you look closely, her appearance is a little better than that of Obsidian, but it is more indifferent than Obsidian, and her innate alienation is obviously the appearance of a superior person.

The man sighed slightly, waved his hand lightly in the air, and after withdrawing his hand, he actually extracted a few wisps of demonic qi from the black slave's body, he held it gently, and the demonic qi quietly dispersed.

The injuries on the black slave's body also slowly began to recover, and the speed was simply amazing.

The black slave slowly opened his eyes, saw the person in front of him, and said in shock, "Lord?!" "What the hell is going on?

There was a slight smile in Ghost Venerable's eyes, "But what's the discomfort?" ”

The black slave hurriedly got up and half-knelt on the ground, "I am worried about the master, but my subordinates are fine." ”

"It's okay?" Ghost Venerable said clearly word by word.

"If you don't have any, how can you be stupid and taken advantage of?" The few smiles just now suddenly disappeared.

The black slave's eyes darkened slightly, "The subordinates know their mistakes." ”

"That's it, that's it, since it's okay, let's stay by that obsidian!"

"Then your lord, you ......," the black slave wondered.

"Me? I'm measured, and I'll come back when the time comes. Ghost Venerable snorted coldly, brushed his sleeves and left.

The black slave was silent, such a master made him feel a little strange, but he couldn't say what was wrong, but no matter what, he would follow the lord's orders.

When the Ghost Venerable left the Shura Palace, he stopped, and he spoke, "How long do you want to follow me?" ”

The man laughed a few times, the slightest bit of embarrassment that he hadn't been discovered, as if the person who was secretly following him was not him, and he said calmly, "Soon, soon, it's just from you coming out to follow here." ”

The man was still dressed in white, holding a fan in his hand, and wearing the mask with peach blossom patterns on his face.

But Ghost Zun still recognized him at a glance, but he just glanced at him lightly and warned, "Xiaobai, don't meddle in your affairs and make a big move, otherwise, I won't have the slightest scruples about your friendship with me." ”

After saying that, the ghost venerable disappeared in place.

The man took off his mask, covered his face and smiled, "Friendship, hehe, what do I want more than friendship?" ”

Yama Temple.

A figure quietly entered the room where Yama and Obsidian were resting, and no one noticed it.

Ghost Venerable stood beside Yama for a long time, his hand stretched out involuntarily, through the air, copying Yama's nose, eyes, lips, and his entire outline, his eyes were full of strong affection, "Ah Qing, Ah Qing, Ah Qing...... ”

He took the trouble to copy it over and over again, reading it over and over again, with an expression on his face that he was looking at some peerless treasure, yes, he was his treasure.

Ghost Venerable couldn't help but lower his head, and the kiss fell lightly on Yama's forehead, full of pity.

His hand gently held Yama's neck, put pressure slightly, and said gently, "Do you know how much I miss you, A-Qing......"

The door squeaked open.

When the ghost venerable heard the footsteps of the comer, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then slowly disappeared.

I saw Yan Nianqing's probing cat walking in with his waist probed, his little face full of seriousness, as if he was carrying out some very important secret work.

He slowly approached the bed, looking at the obsidian sleeping in the bed with a distressed expression, and for a while, he couldn't help but sigh, mother, why haven't you woken up yet? Is it easy for this old man to limit the time he has to see his mother's parents and make him a big night?

Yan Nianqing looked at Obsidian's sleeping face, couldn't help yawning, upper eyelids and lower eyelids, involuntarily started to fight, little head melon seeds, and nodded again and again.

Yan Nianqing staggered and staggered, in a trance, he seemed to see someone on the bed get up, that person slowly walked in front of him, he tried hard to open his eyes, but the scene in front of him was still blurry.

After a while, he felt like he was in the air in a daze, and then, with a perfect parabola, he was thrown out again, Yan Nianqing suddenly woke up, gritted his teeth and said, "This ice cube old man!" ”

After Yan Luo got up and threw his son out, he silently returned to the bed, hugged Obsidian tightly, and rubbed his face unconsciously, well, it was much more comfortable.

As Yama did this, his eyes were blurred and his consciousness was not yet clear.

Early the next morning.

Yama opened his eyes suddenly, and suddenly straightened up, his hand trembling slightly and touching his forehead, yes, a dream? Or is he ......

Yama couldn't help but look at Obsidian who was sleeping beside him, his eyes complicated.