Love your pet egg

Han Zheng's attention was also diverted. He watched as Eleven grasped his shiny jade bracelet in vain, and an antique-like mirror appeared on his little hand.

Eleven's eyes widened in astonishment. The Kunlun Mirror has been dull and dull since it was damaged, and it was dusty like a piece of old scrap metal. However, at this moment, the whole mirror is bright and bright, and the clear sky stone on the back of the mirror has recovered. It looks as clear as jade, as blue and clear as the nine-day sky, and half of the red blue sea glazed stone on the mirror flickers like stars.

Han Zheng reached out to touch it curiously, and as soon as his fingertips touched the mirror, Eleven reminded him: "Be careful, it will burn!"

Eleven's voice stopped suddenly, and Han Zheng also raised his eyebrows full of novelty. He saw that Han Zheng's finger touched the ancient mirror, and an image appeared on it.

On the surface of the mirror is a vast space stretching to endless, bright and bright like thousands of neon flashes, as if a camera is moving and shooting, the picture is constantly flowing and advancing, during which many colorful and dazzling objects flashed. Although there are many varieties, but Arranged neatly.

When the picture came to a later stage, the scene became even more spectacular. There were many radiant hills standing in front of us, and each one seemed to be made of precious stones. Han Zheng pointed to one of the glittering golden hills and joked:

"Why is this like Jinshan?"

"This is the golden obsidian!" Eleven exclaimed, "Lishan Kunlun mirror is actually activated? This is in the space of Jiuchi Zhenlongkou!"

Han Zheng didn't understand any of the three terms: "Gold obsidian? Kunlun mirror? What buckle?"

"That's right," Eleven patted Han Zheng's arm, and he recognized this place at a glance, "Jiu Chi Zhen Long Button is my little master's universe ring space, and I used to rest here before I transformed into a human. The mirror is called the Lishan Kunlun Mirror, and the obsidian is gold—”

Han Zheng was dumbfounded for a while, and said from the bottom of his heart:

"Your little master... is really rich..."

Eleven waved his hands nonchalantly:

"Gold obsidian is the least valuable. I have more enamelled rings than my little master. If my brother likes it, I will give it to him."

The child raised his head and asked directly, "Does my brother have such a big house?"

Han Zheng: "..."

The most tragic thing in this world is not that you have no money, but that someone wants to give you a few mountains of gold, and you have no house to pretend!

Captain Han thought about his words carefully after thinking briefly about his life: "It's all your dowry, brother can't take it, just let it be with you."

Eleven tilted his head, suddenly hugged Han Zheng's arm and smiled, "My brother's is mine!"

Han Zhengyi let out a low smile, squeezed Eleven's jelly-like pink face, and pressed his forehead:

"Your is not my brother's, but you are my brother's!"

Han Zheng withdrew his hand like this, but the picture on the mirror stopped abruptly.

"Why not?"

Eleven Kunlun mirrors were turned over and over several times: "Why is it gone again?"

However, Han Zheng felt dizzy for a while. He turned his head abruptly and put one hand on the car glass, his forehead resting on the back of his hand and panting hard. This kind of dizziness was very strange to him, as if he was put in a frying pan Being turned upside down, as if his internal organs were about to be thrown out, the world turned upside down before his eyes.

Eleven knocked on the back of the Kunlun mirror with his fist, and then knocked on the mirror surface with his fingers. Finally, he slammed the mirror on his forehead and shouted angrily:

"Why is it broken again!"

Han Zheng couldn't hold back anymore, he twisted the car door and rushed out, threw himself under a tree and vomited.

"Brother!" Eleven rushed over to support Han Zheng, and the child panicked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Boss!" Song Yang happened to come out of the building at this moment, and he hurried over before he could rejoice at Shi Shi's waking up.

With a low curse, Han Zheng finally stopped the short-term turmoil in his stomach. He took a bottle of water from Eleven and rinsed his mouth. He smiled at Eleven and comforted him, "It's okay, I suddenly get motion sickness... "

"Motion sickness?!" Song Yang yelled strangely, "Boss, you just fly a fighter jet and flip 720 degrees in the sky without getting dizzy, how can you get motion sickness?"

Song Yang couldn't stop laughing, "You must be pregnant!"

Han Zheng kicked it out: "Fuck you!"

"Fuck your ass!"

On Eleventh, Han Zheng and Song Yang were both laughing, heartlessly following along.

Han Zheng almost forgot that this kid likes to learn some unfamiliar words, so he quickly stopped him:

"Baby can't learn this, it's not nice."

Eleven's shiny black eyes are full of innocence:

"Why doesn't it sound good? I'm just an egg!"

As an egg, rolling is an essential attribute!

Han Zheng rubbed the little guy's head, dumbfounded. At this time, the car intercom also rang, and Han Zheng walked over to pick it up:

"Hello? Shuyan?"

"Boss?" Han Zheng listened to the words on the walkie-talkie with a serious expression on his face. Song Yang could not help but restrain his expression, "Did they find the plane?"

"No." Han Zheng hung up the walkie-talkie, his eyebrows folded into a sharp arc, "none of the planes at the airport can fly, we have to find another way to return to Kyoto."

"How about we go to Linshi again?" Song Yang suggested.

Eleven, however, keenly captured the term he knew: "Flying Chicken?"

Isn't that the big bird hidden in his ring?

"I have it," said the child naively, "I have three!"

"We are talking about aviation planes," Han Zheng explained patiently, holding the child in his arms. "This is a means of transportation. Here, this is a car. It can run on the ground, but an airplane can fly in the sky."

Han Zheng has long accepted that Eleven does not belong to this world, thinking that he has never seen a real plane.

"I know." Eleven poked around in the ring, but when he saw the open campus passageway in front of him, he couldn't fit the plane in. He blinked, feeling a little distressed, "I can't fit here!"

Han Zheng scratched Eleven's nose amusedly: "Of course it won't fit here, do you know how big the plane is?"

"It's not bad," Eleven compared a number, "I can hug three at once."

Han Zheng couldn't help laughing, and Song Yang laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up. They all thought that Eleven was talking about toy airplanes.

Eleven took Han Zheng's hand and dragged him towards the playground. There were so many people dancing square dances on the playground before, but Eleven remembered that the place over there was big enough.

Then Han Zheng and Song Yang couldn't laugh anymore.

Three Boeing 747s, more than 70 meters long and nearly 20 meters high, lined up neatly on the campus playground. The three pairs of wide wings connected end to end made the three people standing in front of the fleet look as small as ants.

"Captain, I am a special soldier."

Song Yang's doll's face stretched out an unprecedented hard arc.

"Me too." Han Zheng also looked solemn.

"We have received the most rigorous training and have the most powerful psychological quality. Even in the most severe and cruel environment, we can control our mental state and will not have hallucinations for no reason."

"That's right." Han Zheng nodded in agreement.

"So, here," Song Yang pointed forward, his mechanical tone finally trembling, "Three planes really appeared out of thin air?"

"It's an airplane." Han Zheng confirmed.

Han Zheng and Song Yang looked at each other, and they saw a slowly cracking self in each other's eyes.

This kind of miraculous thing beyond ordinary people's cognition has made them not even know where to ask.

"This world is too crazy!" Song Yang murmured.

Han Zheng felt the same way: "After all, it's the end of the world."

Eleven looked up at Han Zheng expectantly, his sparkling eyes were full of praise: "Let me say I have three!"

His focus is not on flying chickens, but on the fact that he has "three" of them!

Han Zheng's expression was complicated and unspeakable. He rubbed Eleven's head, turned his head and said to Song Yang:

"You go and inform Shuyan and AK to come back, we'll set off right away after we settle here."

Song Yang ran away knowingly, Han Zheng took Eleven's hand, and touched the clear white ring on the young man's wrist with his fingers:

"Is the plane hidden here?"

Eleven nodded.

Han Zheng understood:

"Just like the Nine Chi Zhenlong Buckle is your master's Qiankun ring, this ring is also your Qiankun ring. There is a lot of space here, isn't it?"

"My brother is so smart!"

Han Zheng pondered for a while: "Manman, take out that mirror again and let me have a look."

"Hey!"

Having been together for so many days, Han Zheng knew that Eleven had an extraordinary background, but he never asked him. It didn't matter where the child came from or who he was. Han Zheng just loved him. He was by his side for a day. Doomsday's gift to oneself.

But thinking of that weird mirror at the moment, Han Zheng remembered that when he touched that mirror, he felt a familiar heat flow into his limbs, and the blood in his whole body was rushing, as if there was a The voice was calling him impatiently, as if guiding him into a mirror.

The pictures in the mirror flow are more like emerging from his mind, and reflected on the mirror frame by frame.

Han Zheng suddenly felt an urgent desire to understand everything. He took a deep breath and pressed his entire right palm onto the mirror. Eleven cheered with a "wow":

"It turns out that my brother can really activate the Lishan Kunlun Mirror!"

Han Zheng raised his eyebrows: "You couldn't activate it before?"

"Although the owner of the Kunlun mirror is my great and small master, he is the king of magical weapons, and he can choose whoever he wants to open it. I was able to activate it before, but I broke it!"

Eleven was overjoyed. Han Zheng was worthy of being his Taoist companion. He could even open the broken Lishan Kunlun Mirror, which was better than himself.

The mirror surface was gently pushed away like a pool of water, gradually revealing a fiery red figure, and Eleven shouted happily:

"This is me, this is me!"

Han Zheng looked down at Eleven, slightly surprised: "This is you?"

"Yes, I am Phoenix!"

Han Zheng's wrist trembled, and he took another deep look at Eleven. His eyes shifted to the mirror again, and he stared closely.

The little phoenix was still a cub at this time, and his stature was more like a chick. He was lying on his back, with fiery red wings hanging on his little belly, snoring and sleeping very soundly.

A ray of purple-golden light flowed out from the gap between the wings of the phoenix, and then the purple light slowly floated upwards, and finally condensed into a human-shaped shadow. The light golden halo enveloped him, and he looked at it beside the little phoenix. For a while, then squatted down.

He stretched out his hand tentatively, and lightly touched the little phoenix's furry head, and then wanted to hug that little body, but in vain.

His hands passed through Phoenix's body, and he was still just a phantom without substance.

Eleven poked his head to see inexplicably, so:

"Who is this? How come I don't know anyone else in the Nine Chi Zhenlong button?"

At this time, the little phoenix in the mirror turned over, and a mirror fell from his arms. The figure flickered, and then turned into thousands of tiny purple lights, which slowly floated into the Kunlun mirror.

The little phoenix fluttered its wings, blinked a round bean eye, rolled on the spot, and put the Kunlun mirror into his arms again. He pecked at the mirror with his sharp beak, and continued to sleep soundly .

The purple golden light floated shallowly, like a lake under the scorching sun, when a small stone was thrown into it, causing fine ripples.

Time flies in the mirror, and the little phoenix flies in and out. Sometimes he may eat too much, his belly swells like a little meat ball, flying crookedly, and even "crack" directly to the ground, Kunlun Mirror couldn't help but transform into a human form and reach out to pick him up.

Most of the time, he stays quietly in the form of a mirror in the aura-filled Jiuchi Zhenlong button. The other treasures here are far away from the small stove of Eleven. Only the Kunlun Mirror can be held in his arms. , like a not very soft, but very comfortable pillow.

That purple light and shadow appeared infrequently. He always tried to touch and hug Little Phoenix when he was asleep, but every time it was in vain.

However, his figure turned into substance visible to the naked eye, the contours of his face became clearer day by day, and the phantom shadows of his fingers became solid with distinct joints. Finally, one day, he hugged little Phoenix into his arms with both hands, but it was only a small After a while, he put little phoenix back and shook his hands, probably because little phoenix ate too much and got a little fat.

It may also be that the Kunlun mirror has not been transformed soon, and the spiritual power is insufficient.

They have been together like this for many years.

Finally, one day, Fenghuang transformed into a human form in his deep sleep. A fat white milk baby was crying loudly. The purple light enveloped the child and spun around helplessly. He stretched out his hand to hug the child. The little head fell back again with a "boom".

The original shape of the little phoenix has a small head, but the human shape is round and smooth, with a simple head and a simple brain, which is a bit heavy for the mirror spirit who has not yet fully transformed.

Probably because of the pain in the head, the child cried earth-shatteringly.

The crying alarmed the people outside, a pair of white and slender hands reached into the elongated ring, and carried the doll out.

For a long time after that, Phoenix didn't come back again, and Zijin's figure looked around in a daze again and again, searching in the huge space...

When Eleven saw this, he suddenly understood something, and said softly:

"I haven't gone back since I turned into a human form. This person... this person is..."

He took a deep breath, his little face flushed with excitement, "This is the mirror spirit, the Kunlun mirror spirit!"

Suddenly, a man's deep and magnetic voice came out from the mirror:

"... Manman, I have to make some modifications to this Lishan Kunlun mirror. It takes 49 days for the real fire of the sun to be extinguished before it can be made. During these 49 days, you must not let the fire in the Shennong cauldron be extinguished. Can it be done?"

The child replied crisply: "Yes!"

The Kunlun mirror finally left the Jiuchi Zhenlong button, and was hugged by a young boy. The boy was white and delicate, with big bony eyes shining like lacquer, and a bright red firework adorned on the forehead. Extraordinary agility.

Han Zheng turned around and looked at Eleven in surprise, and Eleven asked happily, "This is my Dharma body, is it good-looking? Is it good-looking?"

"Looking good," said this little fairy boy who is shorter than Shiyi's current stature, but his facial features are exactly the same, and they are all as beautiful as if he walked out of a painting, "It's so beautiful!"

Han Zheng patted Eleven's head and continued to read.

An imposing man in green clothes led a boy in white clothes into the inner hall, and Eleven shouted excitedly: "This is my little master!"

The man in Tsing Yi is the Azure Dragon God Venerable, and the young man in white clothes is Lu Jiu, Eleven's junior master.

Lu Jiu asked: "Third brother, you said that the Kunlun mirror will transform into a spirit soon, and what he wants to overcome is a divine calamity. Will there be any accidents if he is left to Manman? Manman is only a hundred years old!"

"Manman is much older than you," Qinglong said gently, "The Kunlun mirror belongs to gold, and Manman belongs to fire. The two of them are born and restrained by each other. They are each other's doom. Three, now is the period of the Great Conferred Gods, the Kunlun Mirror has gone through a hundred thousand years, Manman is the only inheritance of Suzaku and Qilin, and only the two of them can overcome the divine calamity together."

"But in case we can't make it through..."

"Advanced god position, there are dangers."

"Then what catastrophe are they going to survive?"

Qinglong was silent for a moment, Lu Jiu tugged on Qinglong's sleeve, and asked anxiously again.

Qinglong sighed: "Kunlun Mirror asks Father God to go through love calamity, and wants to marry Fire Phoenix—"

"What?!" Lu Jiu was startled, "But Manman doesn't have a destiny companion!"

"Creating catastrophe against the sky, Kunlun Mirror is willing to bear all the consequences. If the catastrophe fails, Yu Manman will be harmless."

"The Kunlun Mirror—"

Qinglong shook his head slightly and sighed softly.

With tears in Lu Jiu's eyes, Qinglong held him in his arms and coaxed him:

"Don't worry too much, Manman is ruthless in his hits, but he has a childish heart, and he knows who treats him sincerely. His temperament is as you like, and this good fortune is more than calamity."

"Then why don't we just tell Manman the whole story?"

"Love is a word, but it doesn't know where it came from. It goes deeper and deeper. Now you tell Manman that you are going to send him into the Kunlun Mirror to escape the catastrophe. I'm afraid he will happily play it as a game..."

……

Eleven was stunned.

He suddenly remembered that when Chu Huaize was in a coma, there was a similar conversation in the mirror:

——You create your own love calamity and disperse three thousand mirror souls in the floating world. If you can’t take its true heart in one life, you will destroy all your godheads and annihilate them in the Three Realms...

——I want it, I dare not regret it...

Eleven hugged Han Zheng's waist and slipped into his arms. The child's voice was no longer crisp, and he called him muffledly: "Brother..."

It turns out that the elder brother is the Kunlun Mirror.

But when the gods go through calamity, what they fear most is the calamity of love. The seven emotions and six desires are like poison invading the bones. , How long is the rest of the immortal life, accompanied by endless pain.

Eleven grabbed Han Zheng's hand and placed it on his heart. The young man's heartbeat was fast and powerful, passing through his flexible body to every nerve ending in Han Zheng's palm.

——If one life fails to take his true heart, the godhead will be destroyed and annihilated in the Three Realms...

Eleven whispered but firmly said: "Manman is sincere to brother, Manman likes brother."

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Xiaomo: Mirror, your appearance embarrasses me. As a gong, you can't hold your daughter-in-law, and you can't help crying. As a mother, it's hard for me to wash you.

Mirror: ...Manman was a little heavy when he was young.

Xiaomo: Could it be that you are too fragile?

Mirror: ...I was just a mirror spirit back then.

Xiaomo: But Manman is just a doll!

Mirror: ...Manman was a little heavy when he was young...

Thanks to the little cute "Shan You Fu Su" and "His Majesty the Emperor" for their nutrient solution.

Thanks to all the little cuties who still enthusiastically check in and make bricks for Xiaomo Sahua under the background that the comments are invisible.

Thanks to all the little angels who support the genuine version.

Manman loves you, Xiaomo loves you!