Yuan Yiyi held the small black ball one by one and floated to the top of the mountain.

The wind around him became stronger and stronger, blowing the emerald green robes of Yuan Yi and making a hunting sound.

The little black ball closed his eyes, breathed lightly, and slept very peacefully in Yuan Yiyi's palm.

Crossing the territory of humanity, there is a pale realm ahead.

There was silence all around, and Yuan Yiyi thought of the warm and quiet but secretly stern expression of the demon in his home, and he was a little apprehensive in his heart.

Slowed down the speed of the drift, and floated slowly in the pale realm.

An ethereal and deep voice full of coercion came from afar.

"Yuan Yiyi, you don't go home yet, what are you doing outside? ”

In the words full of chatter, there is deep care and concern.

A stone fell to the ground in Yuan Yiyi's heart, and his body flew towards the demons.

A clear voice, with a hint of joy.

"Demon, I'm not at home, are you missing me?"

The demon seemed to be very angry and stroked his chest, and his tone was full of hatred.

"yes, my botanical garden is dying. ”

The demon's face was completely obscured by the mask, and he could only faintly see the seemingly faint worry in his eyes.

Yuan Yiyi was a little flattering, and took out a beautiful pastry from his pocket.

"Demon, don't be angry, I brought you sweet pastries from the human world, which are sure to be delicious. ”

Mo Leng snorted coldly, his eyes swept over the paper bag in Yuan Yiyi's hand, and he pursed his thin lips with some disdain.

"I've never eaten these things. ”

The wind of the demons is very warm, and the endless thick green is pleasing to the eye.

The colorful paper bag in my hand looks very beautiful and cute.

If the demon really doesn't eat it, he can eat more pastries, which is really great.

The thoughts in my heart blurted out in an instant.

"Oh, that's great. ”

After saying a word, Yuan Yiyi immediately sensed that something was wrong, his eyes rolled left and right, and he hurriedly came up with a reasonable explanation.

"Well, I don't mean that, I mean the demon doesn't need to eat, it saves a lot of energy. ”

The demon looked at Yuan Yi for half an hour, and said slowly with some meaning.

"Well, I know what you mean. ”

Yuan Yiyi saw that the demon's face was soft, and thought that the matter of not returning home at night was over, so he held the pastry and jumped towards the castle.

The light and fluttering voice, with a hint of shyness and mystery, muttered at Yuan Yiyi's cheerful back.

"Wait a minute, Yuan Yiyi, I don't know what the White Devil likes to eat. You choose some delicious pastries and send them to her. ”

Yuan Yiyi looked at the other side of the mountain one by one, and it was a little difficult to say.

The cold-faced and cold-hearted guy of the White Devil is really difficult to deal with, and he feels like he has taken off a layer of skin on his body once.

No, the main thing is that there is a layer of skin on the face, which hurts people's self-esteem too much.

Yuan Yiyi cried and mourned, turned around silently, and whispered softly to the demon beside him.

"Demon, I just returned to the Demon Clan, can't I rest for a while?"

The demon had the white devil in his heart, and he didn't pay any attention to Yuan Yiyi's request.

Leaving the demon clan without permission and not returning home at night should teach her a lesson.

"Go and go back quickly, I ran all night, and I didn't see you crying tired. ”

Listening to the tone of the devil's refusal, Yuan Yiyi stopped gagging, carried his pocket, and quickly floated towards the other side of the mountain.

Cheerful and playful language, tainted with the smell of human fireworks.

"Yes, Demon, I'll go over and help you see how the White Devil is doing. Oh, if you calculate carefully, I haven't been to see the White Devil for seven days, and I really miss it in my heart, and it's hard to say. ”

For some reason, it seems that after leaving for a night, Yuan Yiyi's whole mind is alive, becoming more vivid, and his mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter.

Perhaps, this is the charm of seven emotions and six desires.

The demon thought of the white devil on the other side of the mountain, and a smile hung on his lips that he didn't even notice.

Si Di took the lizard spirit and two human souls and returned to the underworld.

The first floor of the underworld is led by Meng Po.

The human soul, reincarnated here, can only stay here.

A long greasy black bridge spans from one side of the river to the other.

The bottom of the bridge, which has been washed by the river, is all white, which shows that this bridge represents the original color of the reincarnation bridge.

The long bridge stretched slowly, like an elongated wire, and the distance between the left and right was only one step wide.

An old figure, half of his body soaked in the river water on the side of the long bridge, revealing his towering chest and gray hair.

However, that face is extremely beautiful, like a beautiful girl in the prime of her youth.

The colorful costumes make the white and flawless face more and more bright and bright.

Dressed in a black robe, covering all the heads and soles of his feet, sitting on the ship was the soul envoy of the first layer of the underworld.

Some souls have been stagnant in the underworld for too long, and their soul breath is not stable.

It is necessary to rely on the transportation of the transfer ship to reach the opposite side of the river basin safely.

Because he couldn't see the sunlight above the ground all year round, the soul envoy exuded a thick black qi all over his body, and even his face was swallowed and blurred by the black qi.

I couldn't see the specific face, and I could only faintly hear a voice as stiff as rust.

"Meng Po, I changed my face again today. You're really not tired, one day at a time. ”

Meng Po rubbed the palm-sized soup spoon with the white cloth towel in front of her, then scooped a spoonful of turbid yellow water from the river water and poured it over the transparent soul's head.

Holding his long hair in one hand, his voice was soft and threatening.

"You care so much about me, I'm beautiful, just beautiful. ”

When the soul envoy heard Meng Po's voice suddenly cold, he didn't want to say anything more, and he responded again and again.

Picking up the wooden paddle in his hand, like a grasshopper fleeing from the wilderness, he quickly rowed to the other side of the river.

"Meimeimei, Meng Po, let's go first. ”

Meng Po held the soup spoon, as if tasting some unique well water, and sipped gently with an intoxicated face.

"Okay, it's okay to come often. ”

The Soul Envoy looked behind him with some trepidation, muttering quietly.

"Don't I come here every day! This ghost is the same as a man. When I'm older, my memory is always lacking. ”

Yuan Yiyi sneaked to the White Devil's courtyard, the White Devil gently closed his eyes, and lay on the rocking chair under the tree, with a comfortable and calm arc on his lips.

Taking advantage of the time for the white devil to rest, Yuan Yiyi squatted in the botanical garden one by one, looking around the courtyard, looking for the best place to place pastries.

Obviously, it would be nice to put it next to the things that the White Devil sees every day.

Yuan Yiyi's eyes kept searching and sifting through the courtyard, and soon fixed on the shower next to the gate of the botanical garden.

That's it, Yuan Yiyi made up his mind, touched the shower into his arms, poured out all the water inside, dried it with magic power, and finally put the packaged pastry in the shower.

When it was done, Yuan Yiyi placed the shower next to the white devil lightly, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.