The Eight Magical Techniques Integrate into the Spells and Return to Battle

It's just that he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the broken glasses, and his eyes contained too many emotions, hatred, disgust, fear, but in the end it turned into a touch of tenderness, revealing a trace of remembrance.

Han Han walked to his side, he couldn't think of someone who made a living by taking other people's lives, and finally showed such complicated emotions when he was about to die.

Han Han squatted down and slowly raised his right hand, and the blue light began to rise, it was the blue hand in Shuangquan's hand.

He extended his hand to the glasses man's head, and the glasses man did not have any resistance, perhaps no longer had the strength to resist.

The glasses man glanced at the blue hand reaching out to him, there was no fear in his eyes, some were just indifferent, ready to meet death.

Han Han's right hand pressed on the glasses man's head, gently drawn, the glasses man's soul appeared in Han Han's hand, he closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Search for souls." In

a park full of fallen leaves, it was already dusk, and a child sat alone on the grass with his hands on his knees, looking enviously at the children playing next to him.

One of the girls noticed the little boy who was always sitting alone and watching them play, she stood up and wanted to invite the little boy to join her, but before she took a few steps, she was pulled by the little boy next to her.

"Why are you still walking towards the monster, not afraid of getting hurt."

The little girl questioned, "Monster? "

Hmm." The little boy nodded, "He always said that he could see different things, and he was nervous."

"And the people who used to play with him were always injured for no apparent reason, and my mother told me to stay away from him."

The little girl covered her mouth with her hands, her face full of fear, and the little boy quickly patted his chest, "Don't worry, I will protect you."

The two went back hand in hand to continue playing, but the little boy on the side had tears of grievance in his eyes.

On a busy street, a pair of parents held the little boy's hand, and now he has no loneliness and grievances, and only a happy smile on his face.

They went into an optical store and gave the little boy a pair of glasses, and the little boy danced happily.

It's just that the next second the scene switches home, at this time mom and dad are all around the newborn baby, teasing the baby.

At this time, the little boy was leaning against the door, his face that was still smiling was now full of tears, and he was clutching the glasses tightly in his hand, obviously his arm was bruised, but the glasses were not damaged.

Han Han opened his eyes, his eyes full of pity, "There must be pity for hateful people. When

the glasses man saw Han Han's eyes, his already weak body gushed out of nowhere, full of anger, and gritted his teeth: "What kind of eyes are you?" Have pity on me?"

"Don't underestimate me, bastard."

Han Han shook his head, he urged his hands and began to modify the glasses man's memory.

The little boy who was crying outside the door wiped his tears alone, and a gentle voice came, "Pulse Ling." Ming

Ling raised his head to look at his mother, who saw his tearful face, quickly hugged him, and comforted: "What's wrong?" Is someone bullying you, you tell your mother. When

Ming Ling heard this, he hugged his mother's neck with both hands and cried even louder.

The mother carried Ming Ling into the room, and the father who was teasing the baby also came forward, "What's wrong?"

Mom shook her head as she patted him on the back.

Dad looked at the crying Pulse Ling, thought about it, hugged Pulse Ling, and stretched out in front of the baby, "Pulse Ling, you see if my brother is cute."

Pulse Ling frowned and sobbed, "Cute."

At this time, the younger brother, who had been keeping a straight face, laughed, and Ming Ling seemed to be infected, slowly put away his crying, pinched his brother's face and laughed, and the parents on the side looked at each other and laughed.

The glasses man was now full of tears, but the corners of his mouth were upturned, and he muttered: "So it's like this, good, good."

Then he closed his eyes, and Han Han's phone rang.