You owe me the cultivation of immortals!

"Are you going to speak ill of me?" Hong thought for a long time, and finally got such a result.

"En." Feng Minggong admitted honestly.

"Don't say it!" Hong stared domineeringly at the phoenix eyes.

"Why?" Feng Yugong felt that looking at the former little liar, now the domineering little liar, she felt as if she had returned to her childhood. She raised her neck and stalked nonsense.

"If you are disobedient, I will beat you."

"Come on, kill me if you have the ability! Let's see how you answer the master's question!" The bow body is still in the palm of the master. If he is dead, the master will sense it immediately, and then pick up the disappearing red, The answer is simply obvious.Feng Yugong looked at Hong who obviously understood the stakes, and proudly raised his chin.

"What do you want?" Hong's arrogance weakened.

"You liar!" Feng Yugong was even more proud, thinking of Hong's identity, thinking of her altar and favor by deceiving Tyrant Master, she suddenly became angry again.Obviously they are all weapon spirits, why should they be left out in the cold.

"How can I be a liar!?" Red fried hair.

"You are not a phoenix at all... You are also a weapon spirit. Although I don't know how you survived like this, you are definitely not a real phoenix. If my guess is correct, there is no phoenix family in your spiritual knowledge." Inheritance! So there are no exercises to practice. The memories you awakened all come from yourself who was once a weapon spirit, and even when you dream at night, there will be vague fragments that you have never experienced, right?!" Fengming Bow Pressing each step, her words were half affirmation and half conjecture, but now she guessed right with her red eyes.

"You have already begun to doubt!" She sighed in the end.

Just like her former self, in the days of being ignored and rejected day after day, she often had some inexplicable dreams, dreaming that Fenghuang Qin was with her, seeing her smiling at her, and her dying Desperate and helpless eyes.She was too young at that time and didn't quite understand what the dream meant. She just felt that the Phoenix Qin in the dream was so beautiful and her desperate appearance aroused her pity, so no matter how wronged she suffered during the day, she didn't blame her.

Still facing her cold ass with a hot face again and again.

Until Feng Yushan told herself the truth, it turned out that she was the one she liked the most and herself the most.

Qi Ling doesn't dream, their dreams are all memories, all forgotten realities.

"You are also a weapon spirit like me!"

"I'm not..." Hong took a step back with a dull expression, she didn't care what kind of status she was staying by Qing's side, anyway Qing would support herself no matter what she was.The only thing she cares about is that if she admits that the things in the dream are true, then Qing will kill herself... Such resentment, the loneliness of thousands of years... mixed with the current self, Hong can't help it She took a step back. She didn't want to accept such an answer, nor did she want to accept it.

"You nonsense!" She held her head and shouted in a sharp voice.

"It's fine if you don't believe it." Unexpectedly, Feng Yu Bow waved its wings indifferently.

Originally, she had the idea that Hong might hurt her master, so she took the risk to remind her master. Now it seems that this muddle-headed weapon spirit doesn't know anything. If she knows the truth, she would rather refute it than believe it. She must be protecting her master very much. , In this way, there is no need to expose her.It's better to build a good relationship now, maybe in the future I can persuade her to give up some spiritual platform for me, so as to gain the glory of the artifact and the master.

However, with Hong's current appearance of being fake and genuine, can he still turn back into a bow spirit?Thinking of this, Feng Yugong was a little sad and envious at the same time.

The person in front of him is in the half-formed shape of a weapon spirit. Although half of his body is still condensed by aura, he really has his own flesh and blood, which is the foundation of survival.It means that Hong can survive even if she leaves her body, how enviable it is!Unlike myself, if the connection with Fengming Bow is severed, the spiritual energy will be exhausted and dissipated forever.

By the way, "Well, can you take me back? I'm about to die..." Feng Yugong said with a guilty conscience. It was so cool to expose her just now, and then she remembered that if Hong was in a bad mood, she didn't take her with her. Go back and it's over.

It would be a shame if he died like this.When she thought that she was gone, Feng Yu Gong would give birth to an appearance bow spirit, and continue to be bullied by that black-hearted woman, she felt a thrill in her heart, no, no, she must not let that woman harm other bow spirits.It is said that only the weapon spirit of the divine weapon can transform into a human form, but he will become a divine weapon in the future, cultivate the human form, and the bow spirit who will show off his power in front of Fenghuangqin must not die easily!

When Hong returned to Qing with a miniature Phoenix Feather Bow Ling hanging on her mind, she was horrified to find that Qing had already woken up, and was holding a wine jar and drinking with her drunken aunt.She looked at the sky in horror, it was only midnight, logically speaking, in Qingye, she would usually meditate, if she didn't meditate, she would never wake up in the middle of the night, what happened today?

Hong retracted her wings and fell down, her pretty face flushed slightly when she saw Qing.

Feng Yugong sneaked into Qing's palm with great eyes and disappeared, leaving Hong standing beside Qing nervously, wanting to be hugged by Qing, but not knowing what she knew, would she be annoyed.

Damn it!If what the Qi spirit said was true, it was obviously him who should be angry and resentful, but why should he worry about her.I should be the uncle who came to collect debts. If I didn't hate her, I would already be lenient. There is no way to estimate how she feels.

But even though I thought so in my heart, I still didn't dare to act rashly physically.She flew up irritatedly, thinking that if she couldn't get close, then stay away, as expected, caring is the most poisonous medicine in the world.

"Don't go..." As soon as Hong took off, she was pulled into her arms by the drunken-eyed Qing with her paws.

"Don't go, where did you go? I was wrong..." Qing hugged and said incoherently.She didn't know what was going on in her mind when she was drunk.

Hong was wrapped in Qing's arms, although her head felt a little uncomfortable, but she felt at ease after all.Barely exposing her small head from the tight embrace, Hong climbed up against Qing's body, "What's wrong with you?" She stood on Qing's shoulder, poked her head out, and peeked at Qing's face.

The blue eyes in the moonlight were a little red and black, dark like a cloud of ink, drawing her gaze into the abyss.Hong has never seen Qing so distraught, it seems that the whole person is depressed and lethargic, and unconsciously begins to panic.

Qing raised her eyes, her eyes blurred due to drunkenness, she saw Hong's rare worried eyes, and wanted to tell her what happened if she didn't.

It was just a dream. In the dream, it was still the blood-stained altar that I had seen countless times, and myself on the altar.Seeing that the bow spirit was shattered into pieces in her hands, the dark divine bow behind her shattered little by little. She fell from the high platform, and there was an abyss below her.Then she woke up from the dream, and there was darkness in front of her eyes, only the eyes of the woman in red in the dream gradually overlapped with red.

She couldn't help tightening her arms in fear, but found that her arms were empty.Where did Hong go?My heart was flustered, only my aunt Yaoyao told her that it was all right, and then threw a jar of wine.

So she believed her aunt's words and opened the wine seal.

A drunk, but that's all.

"I don't know why I always want to cry in my heart... Whenever I let her cry, it's like a light rain in June. Patter and patter, it will make her whole body cold. Hong, can I tell You, I regret it." She asked in the empty darkness.Unfortunately, there is nothing in front of me.

"Hong, let me give you a name." Hong stared at Qing for a moment, lost his mind for a while, then suddenly turned his face to the side.One person and one animal put their cheeks against their cheeks, Hong saw Qing's out-of-focus pupils facing herself at a loss, and wondered why she said such words.

Didn't you say that you have to go back to the clan to find your parents and then choose a name?Why did you suddenly have to take it for yourself?Is it because she already knows that she will not have parents, or is it because of other reasons?But it doesn't matter, Hong docilely rubbed Qing's cold cheek with the side of his face, "Okay, I want to take it better."

"Then it's called Wutong." With bright eyes, she immediately had the answer.

"why?"

"The parasol attracts the phoenix..."

"It's really casual..." Hong whispered softly.She saw Qing lying drunk on the grass with her head tilted after speaking, she shook her head helplessly.

The moonlight is a bit cool tonight, and it is rare for Hong to lie quietly in front of Qing's body and think, under the moonlight, the girl's cheeks are red and hot, her vermilion lips are slightly parted, as if inviting someone to kiss Fangze, the tightenable skirt and slender waist But she showed a bit of dignity, which made her imprison the floating in her heart.

"From now on, I will be called Wutong." Little Phoenix's body surface was full of light, and he tilted his head to think, but his heart felt a little uneasy.

But there should be joy. "Your name is Qing, I'm called Hong. If you're Bai Ling, I'm Wutong." She lowered her head, and Qing, who had been drinking in front of her, was rarely on guard. Thinking that a girl sleeping soundly under the moonlight like this is what she should really look like.

"You are only five years older than me. For the creatures in the world of cultivating immortals, a hundred years is just a flick of a finger." The red eyes are deep, and the voice is mature and hoarse that does not belong to this age. I'm a little out of order tonight, but it doesn't matter, it must be Qing's fault.She lowered her head slightly, and the girl's clear face was further enlarged in front of her eyes... Her chest was like a beating drum, and she narrowed her eyes slightly excitedly.

"Yo~ I want to kiss you!" Auntie's voice exploded in my ears.

"You have a really strong taste. At any rate, if you take human form, you won't be afraid of poking a little girl with your sharp mouth."

Hong Ceng backed away, and rarely hid the sharpness in his eyes when he met Auntie.Her face was flushed at the moment, but unfortunately in the eyes of others, it was just that the feathers on her face had burned more intensely.

"Who said I want to...kiss her!" She looked warily at the crooked aunt who was drinking, but for some reason felt that she saw sobriety in her watery eyes.

Auntie sat on the ground with her buttocks tilted, leaned next to Qing, raised her head and took another sip of wine, and when she opened her eyes again, there was another touch of teasing, "Little one, can you already turn into a human?"

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Little Phoenix is ​​going to be tempted...