The palm of the hand around the neck gradually tightened, and breathing became difficult.

Song Xuan was still not flustered, his black eyes quietly looked at the evil spirit in front of him, and even boldly looked at the other party.

After a moment, the hand around his neck suddenly loosened.

The red-clothed evil spirit withdrew his hand, his long eyelashes drooping lightly, as if trying to hide the emotion in his eyes: "Why don't you struggle?" ”

Song Xuan's cold and white handsome face was flushed, he covered his neck and breathed heavily, coughing a few times in a hoarse voice: "You, cough...... You're not, that's it. ”

Jiang Jin didn't speak, but the eyelashes that fell on his lower eyelids trembled for a moment.

Song Xuan gasped/breathed for a long time, and when the congestion on his face receded slightly, he pulled the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were amazingly bright.

"If you want to do it, you won't wait until now." He said, "Obviously you are not the real evil spirit of the Song family, but you have never concealed your true face in front of me. The photo with 'Jiang Jin' written on the back was also deliberately let me see it, right? Even the essay on the bookcase that was later signed 'Song Jian', a document with different handwriting......"

Song Xuan's voice paused slightly, and his eyes kept fixed on the expression of the evil spirit, as if he wanted to take in all the subtle changes in the expression on the other party's face.

"Not only are you not afraid of me finding out your true identity, but you even hope that I can take the initiative to find out about this." Song Xuan swallowed his throat, and his Adam's apple moved lightly, "Lord Evil Spirit, no, Jiang Jiao-"

For the first time, he shouted out the true name of the evil spirit, and his voice was hoarse and clear: "You know that you and I are not enemies, we are both victims who have been hurt by the Song family, and the enemies of enemies are friends, and we can stand on the same front." ”

"You guided me to learn ghost qi and unlock the seal in my body because you need a helper who is on the same side as you." Song Xuan closed his eyes and calmed his breathing, and when he opened his eyes again, the determination in his eyes was clearly visible, "And I am the one you chosen." ”

The room fell silent again.

The two of them were so close that Song Xuan could almost feel his breath spilling on the face of the evil spirit, and some air currents hit the tip of his nose, carrying the coolness of the evil spirit's body.

Evil spirits don't breathe, and Song Xuan suddenly realized this. The corners of his lips pursed slightly, and his heart beat with some indescribable emotions.

There is the excitement of finding the truth, and there is a little nervousness waiting for the evil spirit to respond, but there seems to be other emotions hidden in addition to these two emotions.

It seems that he is distressed about the young master Jiang who died early, the wisps are faint, and they are tightly wrapped around the heart, soft but abrasive, so that the whole chest is slightly numb.

This feeling was not uncomfortable, but it made Song Xuan's heart beat slightly, blood was rushing all over his body, and the broken hair on the side of his cheeks was dyed with a little dampness.

I don't know how long it took, but the red-clothed demon finally spoke.

"I have to admit that I'm a little impressed with you right now." Jiang Jin chuckled, and for the first time there was undisguised appreciation in his tone, "Then-"

He paused for a second, and his delicate and small chin raised slightly: "Song Xuan, are you willing to be my first and only ally?" ”

Song Xuan blinked slowly: "Do I have the right to refuse?" ”

The demon asked him, "Do you think you have it?" ”

"I don't think I have one." Song Xuan raised his eyes to look at him, his tone was calm but sincere, "My answer is willing, but it's not that I compromise because I can't refuse, but I'm willing to stand on the same front with you and deal with the Song family with you." ”

Jiang Jian looked at him with lowered eyes, and saw the red reflection in the other party's dark eyes, clear, clear, and impossible to ignore, just like the young man made up his mind at some point.

The demon smiled, his lips curled lightly, but there was more sincerity than any smile before.

The pale and soft light sprinkled on the excessively delicate face, and the red moles at the end of the eyes swayed with the shadow of the lamp, from the bright pupils to the slightly upturned corners of the lips, and even the gently fluttering eyelashes, all of which showed the pleasure of the evil spirit at this moment.

Song Xuan's heart was beating suddenly, and his eyes were shaken away.

Without waiting for him to come back to his senses, Jiang Jin suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist and whispered, "Then, in order to celebrate today's alliance......"

He stood up, waved a ghostly mist with his other hand, and pulled the boy into it.

Song Xuan subconsciously got up and followed, the evil spirit's fingertips were soft and cold, closely fitting the skin on his wrists, and his arms were numb and soft like an electric shock.

He heard the voice of the evil spirit, and smiled softly: "Come and have a drink with me." ”

*

The ghostly fog cleared, and in front of me was an abandoned mansion.

The courtyard was deserted, and the yard was overgrown with dense weeds that were nearly human-high, and the house was charred as charcoal, but it was still stubbornly not completely collapsed.

The two of them settled at the gate of the house, Jiang Yao raised his eyes and stared at the gate that could no longer be seen in its original appearance, and only after a long time did he raise his feet and step into it.

Song Xuan followed the footsteps of the evil spirit, his eyes scanned the surroundings, and finally fell back to the back of the evil spirit in front of him.

The night was hazy, and the moonlight seemed to cast a soft filter on the figure of the evil spirit, and the fluttering sleeves were a little less fierce than before.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Song Xuan always feels a trace of sadness in this back.

He had probably guessed where the mansion was.

Jiang Jian remained silent, walked through the overgrown compound, stopped in front of the door of the main mansion, raised his hand and hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to push open the charred door of the mansion.

The dilapidated wooden door creaked with an overwhelming clatter, then slammed to the ground and shattered.

Jiang Jian raised his hand, and the ghostly wooden door returned to its original position, still looking crumbling.

Song Xuan's half-raised feet paused slightly, as if he was hesitating to enter this high-risk mansion.

Jiang Jin said lightly: "Don't worry, if the mansion collapses, I can protect you from death." ”

Song Xuan tugged at the corners of his mouth and followed his footsteps.

The evil spirit seemed to be familiar with the layout of this place, and even if the fire had swallowed up many traces of this place, he did not hesitate in the slightest step.

The two of them walked down the precarious staircase to the small balcony on the top floor of the house.

It was also charred and black, and half of the balcony railing had disappeared, but Song Xuan could see that before the fire, the scenery must have been excellent.

Even now, Moonlight favors this area, draping the two people standing on the small balcony with a moon-white veil.

Jiang Jian stood next to the damaged guardrail, looking up at the full moon that was half covered by clouds, and the trace of sadness on his body was a little stronger.

After a moment, Jiang Jian took two steps to the side and sat on the side of the balcony without a guardrail, his legs hanging from the outside of the balcony.

He patted the position on his side and raised his chin lightly at Song Xuan: "Sit." ”

Song Xuan hesitated for less than a second, and then sat beside him in the same sitting posture as the other party.

The breeze blew lightly, and the red shirt of the evil spirit swayed in a soft arc, and the long hair behind him fluttered, and a few strands happened to rub against the back of Song Xuan's hand.

Song Xuan's fingertips curled slightly, and his drooping eyelashes trembled.

Jiang Jin didn't seem to be aware of this, he raised his hand and swiped between the two, a black mist was raised from his sleeve, and a bottle of wine and two small wine glasses suddenly appeared in the narrow gap.

He ordered in a low voice: "Pour the wine." ”

Song Xuan poured a cup for Jiang Jin and handed it to him, and as soon as he finished pouring his cup, Jiang Jin handed back the empty cup.

Song Xuan filled it up for him, and he drank another glass without blinking, and only slowed down after four or five cups in a row.

The evil spirit's face was stained with a layer of wine, Song Xuan looked at him sideways, the thin red shadow on that delicate face was intoxicating, and at first glance it seemed that there was no difference between it and a living person.

"I used to really like to sit here." Jiang Yao's voice was as soft as a murmur, "A low table and a low stool book, three drinks and two cups, the most suitable for admiring the moon." ”

The wine was smoky, and the tone of the evil spirit was a little drunk.

"Sometimes, he'll come and have two drinks with me." Jiang Jian drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp, "Another glass." ”

There was only half a glass left in the bottle.

The sleeves of the rouge were swept over, and the empty wine bottle was full again in the blink of an eye.

Song Xuan pursed his lips.

He? Which he?

"The Song family was just a small family at that time, and the Jiang family and the Song family had nothing to do with each other, just because I was saved by him when I was a child, the Song family was taken care of by our family." The demon seemed to be pouring out, and as if muttering to himself, "I later learned that the one he saved my life was nothing more than a ruse by them." ”

Song Xuan knew in his heart that this 'he' was definitely referring to Song Shan.

"I had a good chat with him, and I always thought that it was the blessing of my life to have this best friend, who knows, who knows, who knows......"

With a click, the glass in the demon's hand cracked.

Jiang Yao glanced down, the edge of the shattered porcelain cup was sharp, piercing the soft flesh of his palm, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

"This friendship has been full of intrigue from the beginning." The evil spirit's tone was sad, mixed with hatred and regret that people couldn't ignore, "If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't know people clearly-"

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't know people clearly, how could the ending of the Jiang family be a fire?

The black mist swept away the shattered wine glass, and Jiang Yu simply took the untouched glass of wine in Song Xuan's hand and drank it again.

Song Xuan couldn't interject, and he didn't know how to comfort people, so he could only help him pour wine.

The bottle was empty and full, full and empty.

When the empty wine glass appeared in front of him again, Song Xuan picked up the wine bottle and was about to pour it, but the evil spirit suddenly let go of his hand, let the wine glass fall to the ground with a snap, and rolled away with a grunt.

The soft and cold hand grabbed his wrist, and Song Xuan's hand shook and almost dropped the wine bottle.

The evil spirit tilted its head and leaned in, its black eyes were drunk and hazy, as if covered with an impenetrable layer of mist, and the figures reflected in the pupils were blurred.

"Ahsan?" The evil spirit's voice was empty and surprised, "You, when are you...... Coming? Come and have two drinks with me! ”

Song Xuan's eyes darkened: "You're drunk." ”

"I'm not drunk!" The demon shouted loudly, and he let go of the boy's wrist and instead held the boy's face with both hands, and moved closer, "No, no! You're not Ahsan! ”

He muttered, 'You're not him,' and his foggy eyes widened as if he were trying to discern who was in front of him.

"You're not, that demon—" the evil spirit chuckled briskly, "You're Song Xuan!" It's Ah Xuan...... It's mine, my favorite ......."

The hoarse and muffled voice became smaller and smaller, and he noticed that the person in front of him seemed to be a little unable to sit still, and Song Xuan was about to reach out to support him, but his eyes suddenly darkened.

The touch on his lips that did not belong to him made Song Xuan's eyes widen suddenly.

Cold, soft, with a bouquet of ......

It's the lips of evil spirits.

At this moment, Song Xuan's heart was like a drum.