Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

He felt bored, but furuo never got bored and enjoyed it.

But when she wakes up again, will it still be the fairy furuo who is young but loves to pretend to be old?

Furuo, who makes exquisite cakes but loves drinking?

"Xiuer, don't worry. I'll send someone to take good care of her. I'm still waiting for her to wake up and fulfill my original promise."

"Well, I'm naturally relieved to have my mother here to take care of me." Jiaxiu left yaochi with Tian Tian and whispered, "I'm going to the underworld recently. Can my mother bring something to my eldest sister."

Days later, she was stunned, but there was a sad meaning in her eyes, and her voice was depressed. "Just, she never thought I was her mother, and I just thought I didn't have her daughter."

Jiaxiu hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out and helped the trembling mother's body.

There is no family in heaven. Everyone has a long life and knows that they have been relatives for a longer time. Therefore, no one cherishes them.

Family affection is relatively indifferent.

This is also a fact that no one can change.

Therefore, many gods go to the human world for reincarnation, experience birth, old age, death and family affection.

Otherwise, how can it be called perfection.

……

In the underworld, Alan woke up from his dream.

There was no day or night here, and the dead did not need it. However, it was the king of the underworld, his ghost immortals, ghost kings and ghost kings who maintained the normal operation of the underworld, as well as other Yin differences responsible for soul seduction and soul locking. These people needed a space for normal life.

This space is actually derived from the mind in ancient times and has the function of automatic expansion.

Because it shares the same space with the human world, but it is divided into yin and Yang.

It's not the first time Alan had this dream.

In the dream, I only saw a vague girl's face, stabbed him with a sword with hatred, and then there was a towering blue flame, burning through my heart, and then woke up.

Every time.

Alan stood in front of the sword and recalled it carefully, but he felt a pain in his heart. The pain did not come from the assassination of the sword, but from other emotions.

But he couldn't understand what that emotion represented.

Had to give up decadent.

Maybe that vague girl is the dragon flying language spoken by Xia Qingluo?

She, the sword in front of her, and the blue flame, really have nothing to do with him?

He knows that Xia Qingluo must know him and hide a lot from him.

However, he didn't ask, because he knew that if he still couldn't remember, even if Xia Qingluo was willing to tell him, it didn't make any sense, but he just listened to someone else's story.

That's the real reason why he didn't ask.

The wall clock rang, and it was time for him to be on duty.

He walked out of his room slowly.

Here is still shining gray.

He came to the passage of the ghost messenger to the world. He took a look at the information in his hand.

It was a 40 year old woman who was knocked into a vegetable by her husband and her husband's lover. After that, she was bribed by her husband at 23:00 on the night of October 5. The doctor injected a certain medicine and died.

He stood in front of the ward door in the blink of an eye, holding the enchanting chain in his hand.

Quietly watching a sneaky doctor push the injection into the woman's body, watching the woman's husband's mouth with a strange smile, and the husband's eyes looked at his wife lying in bed.

The faint heartbeat finally stopped.