(Mobei Tomb of Despair, Fan Yao Palace.) Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info）

"Brother, brother, what are you thinking? Are you asleep?"

In the Fan Yao Palace, the little flea ran in from outside the palace gate, thinking that the Son of Heaven would laugh as happily as before when he saw him, but who knew that he just shrank in the low chair with a dull gaze, staring at the brush and brush on the table in a daze, as if he didn't see him at all.

He threw himself down beside him, and was surprised to find that he had a scar on his forehead, still oozing blood.

The little flea was startled by his appearance, and pushed him vigorously and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Is something big happening? Don't scare the little flea!"

Caracal was pushed by him, and called in his ear, only then did he wake up suddenly, but his body was motionless.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" the little flea had never seen him look so depressed, and asked again worriedly.

He raised his head blankly and said with a wry smile: "Brother, I just did something, which can be regarded as the most rebellious thing in the world......

"Ah...... Is that the wound on my brother's head also caused by that incident?" asked the little flea timidly.

Ransom flicked his forehead and sighed, "What is this injury? It's nothing compared to the damage I did to that person. ”

The little flea stopped talking and stared at him blankly.

He looked miserable, shook his head and said, "No matter how I hurt him, I am not too much for the people of the world, but I am sorry for my mother." Even if I have kowtowed a hundred times before her spirit, how can I remove this sin......"

"What? Brother kowtowed a hundred times?" The little flea "chuckled" in his heart, spread his little hands, and tried to figure out the logical relationship: "My brother hurt a person, he is worthy of the world, but he is sorry for his mother, so should that person be hurt?"

He wanted to ask about the killax, but found that he was in a daze again. This time, he didn't look at the pen, but stared at a thick fold in his hand. Two words are written on the hard-sided cover of this fold: list. The person who signed the payment was the angel of the obscure road.

The little flea knew that he was in a bad mood and didn't dare to disturb him anymore, just quietly stayed by his side. He was in this position, and he kept about a cup of tea.

"Brother--"

The little flea suddenly jumped up and screamed into his ears and eyes. It's not that this little thing is childish and impatient, but I really can't bear to look at him, and I've been so worried.

"Ah......h

The Son of Desolation, who had fallen into deep thought, was disturbed by the sudden noise, and was so frightened that he almost flipped over the low chair.

The little flea was sad with him, but when he saw that he had the ability to scare the dignified demon king so much that he almost fell off the chair, he couldn't help laughing. The laughter of a child like a silver bell echoed in the Nuoda Fan Yao Palace, and it was so heavy that it was not as heavy as just now

"You nasty little devil, you just can't let your brother be quiet for a while!" he reluctantly lifted the little flea to his lap and scratched his diaphragm socket vigorously, but his face couldn't get any bitterness.

The little flea was happy to see his sad face dissipate, but he was really tickled by him, so he couldn't stop begging for mercy: "Brother, stop it, the little flea won't dare anymore!" hahaha...... It's tickling me, stop!"

The two of them quarreled like this for a while, and the caracious finally spared him and stopped.

The little flea jumped down from his lap, fearing that he would scratch himself again, and ran away, glancing at him pitifully.

"Why don't you learn from Uncle Jumper, what are you doing here?" asked with a pretended tiger face.

The little flea twisted his little fat waist and said, "Because I was outside the Tanglin Gate, I bumped into a strange brother, who sat alone in the snow for two hours, motionless looking at our door. You say he's a bad guy, and he doesn't do anything bad. You say he's a good guy, but he's acting so weird. ”

Hearing this, he was confused, and said angrily: "You have lived for seven hundred years and have lived for seven hundred years, why can't you say a few words?

The little flea grinned and said, "My brother has trained me again." He's pretty good-looking, oh...... Naturally, it's not as good-looking as your brother. But there's something strange about him. ”

"Oh, what's that weird?"

"His eyes seem to be red. ”

"What? Little flea, you say his eyes are red?"

When he heard this, he stood up from the low chair. (To be continued.) )