Zi Ling was silent, but suddenly there was a medicine bag in front of her, and Feng Hua's voice sounded deep, "If you get even a little bit of this thing, you will be killed immediately. It's up to you to decide whether you want it or not. Anyway, I don't have much to do with it."

, even if you live such a useless life, I really can’t stand it. Look at this medicine bag, who will be used in the end, you or that beast, I am very curious about this, wait and see, haha..."

Zi Ling suddenly raised his head, but Feng Hua's figure had long disappeared, but his ears were filled with his harsh laughter, which seemed to be blown into his bones and spread to his mind along with the wind whistling around him.

middle.

Zi Ling clenched the medicine bag and glanced at A Lang who was sleeping soundly on the other side with sharp eyes. Feng Hua's voice was still in her mind. He said that if you want, he can get close to A Lang and get rid of him!

So! What does he think about it now?!

The drums rang twice as usual. This was the drum sound that represented the beginning of another day and was a sign that training was about to begin.

Yi Xiaorou was still the same as usual. She opened her eyes at the first beat of the drum, but after half a stick of incense, she got up to clean up. After grabbing the few remaining food, she gave half of it to Zi Ling and sat alone.

In the corner on one side, I was eating a big white steamed bun.

Those are the things that are left behind after being robbed and unwanted by others.

But today, for the first time, Zi Ling did not sit alone with Yi Xiaorou, but took the initiative to sit next to her, quietly biting the jerky elbow of the monster.

Yi Xiaorou was startled, raised her head to look at him silently, then lowered her head to bite the white bun.

"That..." Zi Ling's hesitant voice sounded beside him.

"?" Yi Xiaorou looked at the hesitant look on his face and wondered what could make him so hesitant.

"Can I leave here? This place is too..." Zi Ling opened her mouth, but couldn't find a suitable word to describe it, "It's too... not suitable for me. I don't want to stay anymore... okay, okay?"

" His eyes widened, looking both expecting and afraid of being hurt.

Yi Xiaorou could barely hold the white bun in her hand, and the big white bun fell from her hand to the ground.

Yi Xiaorou looked at Zi Ling's appearance, and she thought that he really wanted to leave.

After all, this place is still too cruel, and it's normal that he can't stand it. "Have you... decided?"

"Yes...is it okay?"

Yi Xiaorou nodded, "I understand."

From then on, she never spoke a word again, and soon a guard-looking magic soldier came and took him away.

Aling followed the demon soldiers and walked all the way. After all, he couldn't bear the persistence in his heart. He wanted to look back and see if she still cared about him. Would she wait for him where she always was?

When he turned around in confusion, he happened to bump into Yi Xiaorou's eyes. She stood quietly, her amber eyes becoming more and more misty as if because of the distance of his footsteps, as if she was gradually turning into a corpse.

A machine that has lost itself and lost its emotions. It is so mechanical that it scares him.

Zi Ling was troubled by Yi Xiaorou's eyes and quickly turned her head away, never daring to look into those eyes again.

The demon soldier led the way, and the demon soldier who had been silent suddenly spoke.

"Young Master's decision is really cunning," his tone was sarcastic, and you didn't have to listen carefully to know what he meant.

"For a lowly guy like you, it's best to have less to do with us. No matter how hard you try, you still can't integrate into our world."

Zi Ling was just about to open his mouth to retort, but he swallowed all the words he wanted to say, but the fist beside him was clenched tightly, as if what he was holding was the neck of the hated demon soldier in front of him.

The demon soldier suddenly turned around, but happened to bump into Zi Ling's gloomy expression. He glanced at Zi Ling's clenched fisted palm with a half-smile, and sneered, "Don't you accept it? Ha, people like you can only be seen by others.

I’m secretly dissatisfied behind my back.”

After finishing speaking, the demon soldier turned around and led the way quietly, as if nothing happened.

Zi Ling was silent until he was about to step out of the door, when he finally heard the scream that he imagined should appear, belonging to Yi Xiaorou...the scream, and the cry of grief.

Zi Ling's drooped head was covered by bangs that were never trimmed, and the corners of her tightly pursed lips suddenly curled up, as if she was extremely happy.

Yi Xiaorou's cries of pain naturally attracted many demon children, but most of them pointed at A Lang's corpse, discussed it, and gloated.

Yi Xiaorou hugged Alang's body tightly.

Not long after, Yi Feng heard the news and hurried over, only to see Yi Xiaorou hugging A Lang's body tightly, with a dull expression on her face.

"What's wrong?" He hurried to her side, wrapped his hands with magic power and tried to break through Yi Xiaorou's body, but she waved him away with her backhand.

"Don't be like this. Let me take a look at it. Maybe it can be saved." He put his arm on Yi Xiaorou's shoulder and sighed softly, trying to keep his voice as soft as possible.

When Yi Xiaorou heard this, she let go of her hand and squatted quietly aside, staring at Yi Feng without blinking, her eyes full of anticipation.

Yi Feng took a deep breath, tore apart A-lang's body, and checked around, but found no wounds at all. He frowned, raised his hand, and scanned A-lang's body from the beginning with two fingers.

By the end, there was nothing strange at all.

Yi Xiaorou saw him standing up and followed suit.

"It's weird," Yi Feng said, trying to take out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his hands, but found that Yi Xiaorou's eyes never left his body, and he was afraid that his behavior would make her feel disgusted.

Ah Lang, who misunderstood himself, just suppressed the desire to take out his handkerchief and wipe it left and right to wipe off the skin, and continued, "There are no wounds on it. I also checked it and there is no sign of poisoning, but it,

There are indeed no signs of life.”

Yi Feng saw Yi Xiaorou's expression from expectation to disappointment, but felt really uncomfortable in his heart.

"Really...can't be saved?" Yi Xiaorou still refused to give up, gritting her teeth and asking with the last trace of stubbornness.

Yi Feng shook his head helplessly, but suddenly he didn't know what he thought of. He went back to check Ah Lang again, and then stood up with a solemn expression.

Yi Xiaorou watched his every move and wondered, "What's wrong?"

"It is poisoned by a kind of medicinal powder. It is not poison, but more deadly than poison. It is specially used to deal with it, but it is impossible for people in the Demon Realm to have it."

"So?" Yi Xiaorou squatted down, raised her hand, and passed A Lang's body inch by inch in mid-air. In an instant, A Lang's body was covered with ice.

"There is no reason." Yi Feng was silent for a long time, only giving such an answer that was not an answer. Seeing Yi Xiaorou's lost look, his heart ached slightly. "You... don't be sad."

"Yes, yes." She nodded in response, but she squatted beside A Lang and dug at the ground again and again with her bare hands.

Yi Feng watched her every move and didn't do anything to stop her. After a long silence, he asked, "Want to know who did it? If you want..."

When Yi Xiaorou heard what he said, she was stunned for a moment and then shook her head.
Chapter completed!