The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, it is me who turns back

77.

The haze dissipated, and a few rays of sunlight poured out from the gaps in the clouds.

Fu Ziqiu brought Long Xiao back to the Changxiao Palace. The Three Realms had just been hit hard and everything was in chaos. He didn't care about anything. He didn't listen to anyone who came looking for him. At the beginning, he pushed the person to the head of the bed and asked Long Xiao to see a doctor.

Long Xiao twitched a dragon tendon in his spine, pulled out the dragon scales all over his body, and used his spiritual power to cleanse the evil obstacles twice, almost exhausting himself. Prototype.The little golden dragon nestled between Fu Ziqiu's arms, and finally calmed down.

When Huai Chu arrived at the place and saw it, he was almost scared away, and shouted: "I treat the gods, not the animals! I'll go and call my brother!"

Fu Ziqiu kicked him back to the bed: "Show him!"

Huai Chu was forced by power and had no choice but to bite the bullet.He handled this noble dragon carefully, for fear that if he got hurt somewhere, the person would wake up and bite him back.Huai Chu has been scratched by cats and chased by dogs since he was so big, but he has not been bitten by dragons yet, so he said he doesn't want to try.

Fu Ziqiu was nervous: "How is he?"

Huai Chu looked at it for a long time, and said: "The spiritual power is short, but don't worry, Zhizhou... well, the emperor was born as a god, and he can recover by himself. The main thing is that this dragon's tendons are not cramping well. , may not be able to sit up for a while, don’t worry about it, it’ll be fine when it grows back. The most fragile layer is his skin, the scales are gone, and any gust of wind can scratch the flesh. It takes a lot of effort to raise it It's time-consuming, I'll get you a medicine later, don't touch him except for the medicine."

Fu Ziqiu nodded, it doesn't matter if it's difficult to raise, all he has now is patience and time.

"It's you," Huai Chu turned around and looked at Fu Ziqiu's face, "Your internal injury is much more serious than his, and I will prescribe medicine for you."

Fu Ziqiu put all his energy on Long Xiao, and waved his hands when he heard the words: "I'm fine, just take care of him."

Huai Chu didn't know that Fu Ziqiu's real body was a phoenix, let alone the grievances and grievances between him and Long Xiao in the past. He felt that the difference in status and status was a bit big, especially after hearing some gossip in Jiuchongtian, so He pointed out: "Hey, brother Ziqiu, I heard that Dijun once had a white moonlight in his heart..."

Fu Ziqiu raised his head, not understanding why Huai Chu suddenly said this: "Huh?"

Huai Chu changed his posture and leaned on the edge of the bed with his elbows: "Although we and Dijun grew up together, he didn't remember anything at that time."

Fu Ziqiu pulled him forward: "Don't touch him!"

"..." Huai Chu changed his posture again, "You and Dijun, childhood sweetheart, although he is not enlightened, I think you two are quite suitable, who knew that you would be separated for 100 years..."

Fu Ziqiu felt a little headache, otherwise why couldn't he understand what Huai Chu was talking about?

"Look, he has transformed into the emperor Long Xiao now. Who is Long Xiao? That is a hero who lives in the history books. He suddenly fell in front of you like this. Do you dare to pick it up?" Huai Chu Xuxu He said, "To tell you the truth, I have read a lot of unofficial history of the emperor. There are many things about his relationship that I can't figure out! What kind of princess from the Tianhai Dragon Clan should be betrothed to him? The patriarch of the Feng clan wants to marry him, and also, his white moonlight, that blue bird! I've heard about the demons, have you ever dealt with him?"

"...What?" Fu Ziqiu was a little dazed.

Huai Chu sighed: "He has a heart demon for others, what a deep feeling. I don't know whether the bird died or flew in the end. If it dies, forget it. If it is found someday What do you do, fight with a bird? Who do you think he will choose..."

"Wait a minute," Fu Ziqiu's eyes showed a bit of bewilderment, "What are you talking about, the patriarch of the Feng clan?"

Huai Chu was almost shocked by his focus: "What do you care about the patriarch of the Feng clan! Anyway, the Feng clan was extinct a thousand years ago, so there is no patriarch! I'm talking about that bird, that Qinghe!"

Fu Ziqiu suddenly remembered something——

At that time, the Phoenix Clan hadn't been destroyed yet, and he was still a little phoenix that hadn't transformed yet.

One day, watching the old patriarch come back from the heaven with a large stack of red gift boxes, he smiled happily.

He was not used to the shape, so he put his claws on the old patriarch's shoulder, pecked at the red paper on the box, and asked innocently, "Grandpa, what is this?"

The old patriarch hid his things in his arms and complained: "Ancestor, don't spoil me, this is the betrothal gift of the Celestial Clan."

"Betrothal gift?" Qing He tilted his fluffy head, blinking his eyes, "Are we going to marry the Celestial Clan?"

The old patriarch grinned and said proudly: "Yes, the mother goddess Xi Cen has offered an appointment to our Feng clan on behalf of the emperor, and the letter of appointment has been written." He paused strangely, "It's just that there is no one of the right age in the clan. The female phoenix is ​​much bigger than the emperor."

The ignorant little phoenix bird wagged its tail and jumped on the old patriarch's shoulder: "I, I am younger than Dijun!"

"You silly bird!" The old patriarch scolded, almost bursting out of laughter, "You are male, how can you be the emperor's wife?"

Qinghe's head drooped, and he lay back on his stomach: "Oh."

The old patriarch walked for a while, shook his head and said: "It's a pity. When you were born, your hair was the most beautiful and glowing red. We all thought you were a girl. Counting your age, you were born nearly 100 years later than Dijun. suitable."

"But I can't marry him." Qinghe felt a little depressed for no reason, "Then who did he marry?"

"The next patriarch of the Feng Clan," the old patriarch smiled again, "if anyone in the Feng Clan gives birth to a girl, I will give her the position of patriarch. At that time, a heavenly clan emperor and a Feng Clan patriarch will be suitable. You Say yes?"

The expectant gaze of the old patriarch was like the glow of the sun, but not long after, the demon army raided Shuiyun Jian, and the Feng clan was wiped out overnight.

The Tian clan didn't wait for the new head of the Feng clan, so Long Xiao picked up an orphan of the Feng clan living in the body of the blue bird.

Huai Chu knocked on the table: "Are you listening to me!"

Fu Ziqiu suddenly came back to his senses, and looked past Huai Chu to look at Xiao Jinlong on the bed: "Keep your voice down, don't disturb him."

"You really can't save you..."

Huai Chu shook his head and wanted to continue "educating" and let Fu Ziqiu think more about practical issues. Blind love will not lead to good results!

But before he could speak, the person in front of him suddenly exploded.

A pair of fiery red wings grew out from the back, and the gorgeous color ignited a fire in Huai Chu's eyes.

Fu Ziqiu flapped his wings and "invited" Huai Chu out of the house. At the end, he did not forget to express that there were not as many complicated stories between himself and Long Xiao as he had imagined: "I am his Bai Yueguang, remember to take the medicine send over."

Huai Chu was a little unconscious by the fan on fire, he read it right, how did Fu Ziqiu become a bird? !

After sending Huai Chu out the door, Fu Ziqiu folded his wings and sat back on the bed, carefully poked the limp dragon's horns with his fingertips, and then his chest hurt, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood while covering his mouth.

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It had been three days since Long Xiao woke up, and the slowly returning spiritual power was enough to support him to maintain his human form.

He lay naked among the warm and soft feathers, breathing lightly.

Fu Ziqiu was afraid that the clothes and quilts would scratch Long Xiao's fragile skin, so he basically stayed with him for the past few days, using his wings as bed quilts for others.His fur was thick and soft, and the temperature was just right. Long Xiao slept not to mention how comfortable he was.

As soon as Long Xiao opened his eyes, his eyelashes brushed a layer of fine fluff, itching.

The dragon's tendon was cramped, and his spine was weak, so he could only sleep on his stomach, with no strength below his waist.

Long Xiao turned his head to the side, met Fu Ziqiu's sleepy eyes in a daze, and found that he was pressing down on his wings.

Fu Ziqiu didn't know if he was numb from being crushed or something, so he could fall asleep like this.

Long Xiao was afraid of waking him up, so he leaned back gently and did not dare to move.

He just lay his pillow on the crimson feathers, tracing Fu Ziqiu's eyebrows and eyes with his eyes.

Fu Ziqiu's complexion was not very good-looking. It stands to reason that now that he has recovered his real body, his body has become warm, and his complexion should not be as pale as before.The brows were slightly frowned, there was a row of black and blue under the eyes, and a pair of vermilion lips lost their color, as pale as water.

Long Xiao looked at it for a while and felt something was wrong, why did this man look sick and listless.

He couldn't lie down anymore, he raised his arm and patted Fu Ziqiu's face, almost frightened him to death, Fu Ziqiu's body was hot!

"Aqiu!" Long Xiao struggled to get up, his back twitched and ached, and he was completely powerless.He gathered a lot of spiritual power and wanted to call someone, but the golden light disappeared before it lit up.This time he regretted it, his brow was sweating, "Aqiu! Wake up!"

Fortunately, Fu Ziqiu seemed to be woken up by him, and opened his anxious eyes with a murmur.He didn't think of himself at all, and went to see Long Xiao immediately, his voice hoarse: "Are you awake?"

"Aqiu, you're so hot!" Long Xiao said anxiously, "Call Huai Chu here!"

Fu Ziqiu turned over slowly, and with a handkerchief in his hand, he wiped the sweat off Long Xiao's forehead first: "Okay, you go to bed first."

How could Long Xiao sleep with this!

He dodged Fu Ziqiu's hand: "Okay, leave me alone, you hurry up and call someone."

Fu Ziqiu responded but didn't move. The other half of the wings closed and covered Long Xiao's body like a quilt: "I'm fine. Huai Chu said you need to sleep more to replenish your energy. I'll go when you fall asleep."

He leaned over, and the scorching heat hit his face.

Long Xiao put his hand on his chest, feeling it quietly: "Do you have internal injuries?"

Fu Ziqiu grabbed his wrist and pressed it on the wings, and closed his eyes tiredly: "Stop talking, go to sleep."

Long Xiao could see that he wouldn't go to Fu Ziqiu if he didn't sleep.

His stomach was almost burnt, so he simply closed his eyes and pretended to sleep: "I'm asleep, remember to go."

On this side Long Xiao closed his eyes anxiously, while on the other side Fu Ziqiu narrowed his eyes.

He just watched the mantis catching the cicada, and the oriole waiting behind him patiently catalyzed Long Xiao's worries about him.

After a while, he moved slightly and drew out his wings.

Long Xiao quietly opened his eyes.

Fu Ziqiu suddenly covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed twice, a string of blood dripped down the white silk cloth onto his hands.

That's when worry turns into distress.

Long Xiao cooperated very well in stepping into Fu Ziqiu's trickery, his heart ached.

As if nothing had happened, Fu Ziqiu lit a palm flame, burned the handkerchief, got out of bed, pushed the door lightly and went out, and came back after a while, with a strong smell of medicine on his body.

Long Xiao's hanging heart temporarily let go, exhaustion rushed towards him like a tide, this time he really fell asleep.

Fu Ziqiu stood by the bed with his arms folded, a sly look flashed in his eyes.

To deal with a person like Long Xiao, you can't be tough, you can only poke him in the heart, let him remember the pain, let him know that he regrets, although there is no guarantee that he will do it again next time, but this feeling of powerlessness is bound to be in his heart. He left a seed in his heart to remind him of this lesson when he went crazy again in the future, and learn to measure it properly.