After being reborn three times, I salted the fish

For the next two days, no troublesome people or things came to disturb Feng Shi.He stayed at home with nothing to do for two days, enjoying a rare leisurely time.

Even when Feng Shi was asleep, he didn't go to that terrifying and cold temple again.

Everything is so peaceful and beautiful, Feng Shi felt that the strategy of fast-forwarding the plot this time was extremely wise.

Just when Fengshi had almost rested and was about to go through the plot of annulling the marriage and letting Fengqing drop out of school, he arrived at a familiar place.

In sleep.

Feng Shi stood on the tall beams, looking down.Of course, in the state of a bird.

It was very cold, Feng Shi was shivering, but he didn't move.

To be honest, the mysterious person that day... No, the cruelty of the Lord of Jade Mountain left a lot of psychological shadow on Feng Shi.

Feng Shi knew the Lord of Yushan from the books.

In this era of collapsed beliefs, all the gods in the mountains and seas have fallen asleep and become figures that only exist in legends.

To put it simply, the power of human belief is not enough to allow those extremely powerful gods to survive.

What's more, it is the deity of Yushan. Even among the many gods, the Lord of Yushan is the most powerful one.

He is in charge of rules, natural disasters and punishments, and is called the god.

Feng Shi never expected that the person who had been used as a heater by him for so long was actually such a big shot.He remembered the extremely disgusted tone of God Venerable when he mentioned human blood that day.

Seriously thought about it, if the God Venerable knew that he was also a human being, would he also make himself a human flesh bomb and explode into blood mist with a bang.

Feng Shi trembled, silently hid in the shadows, and refused to appear.

Whether it's a dream or not, it's best to be careful, because Feng Shi has only two years to live, and Feng Shi hasn't had time to enjoy life, and he doesn't want to die early at all.

only……

so cold……

Otherwise, still go to keep warm?Anyway, it's also a dream.

Otherwise, how could the Lord of Yushan wake up, and Feng Ming was obviously killed.

Something is wrong, it must be a dream.If it's a dream, then it doesn't matter, don't make life difficult for yourself.

Feng Shi was so cold that his mind was dizzy, and when he couldn't control himself and threw himself into the human body heater, the pitch-black space lit up.

Candles lit up one by one automatically, and the entire temple was shrouded in a dim yellow light.

Feng Shi's body trembled, and when he saw the person sitting on the seat propped himself up and sat up, he subconsciously shrunk back into the shadow.

The temple was very quiet, Feng Shi couldn't see the god from Fengshi's angle, but could hear his footsteps.

Da da da--

The sound of steady footsteps seemed to hit Feng Shi's heart, reminding him of the flesh and blood hell he saw that day.

It's better to hide, Feng Shi suddenly came to his senses, he didn't want to get close to this terrifying deity again.

He knew that the god was looking for him, even though the other party kept silent.

The place where Feng Shi stayed was very hidden, and the light from the temple couldn't reach this corner.Even so, he still carefully listened to the direction of the footsteps, and turned to the blind spot of the opponent's line of sight.

One seeks, one hides.

This strange scene lasted for several minutes.

Feng Shi only felt that it was a good thing that he was a bird now, and he was still a somewhat strange bird.Otherwise, it would have been discovered long ago.

Fengshi can perceive his own state, which is not a complete entity, similar to the state of a soul, and no one can find him if he wants to hide.

After a while, the godly footsteps stopped.

Feng Shi glanced down secretly, wanting to know the movements of the god.

"!"

Feng Shi happened to meet the god's upward looking eyes, if the other party didn't respond, he almost thought he had been discovered.

This was the first time that Fengshi saw clearly the partner who had spent countless cold nights together in the dark.Yes, based on their relationship, they should be called partners.

Under the dim light, the outline of the Lord of Jade Mountain appeared even more profound.This is a very handsome man, but compared to his appearance, what is more noticeable is the lingering gloomy and tyrannical aura that pervades his body.

Feng Shi felt that the deity in front of him seemed to be a huge extinct volcano that had been suppressed for a long time. It looked calm on the surface, but it made people feel infinite danger.

The God Venerable suddenly raised the corners of his lips and smiled lightly.

The lines on his face became a little softer, but the gloom in his eyes became more serious: "Where did you go to play? Don't make me angry."

The voice is very soft, even a little gentle.

Feng Shi trembled, feeling even more terrifying.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"The Lord of Jade Mountain... God Venerable..."

The voice was very familiar, just like last time, it was Feng Minghua's voice.

The deity paused for a moment, and moved his fingers, as if sending a signal to the outside of the hall.

After a while, Feng Minghua's voice sounded again.

"God, I brought you the person you are looking for."

From Feng Shi's perspective, one could clearly see the gloomy expression on the god's face when he heard Feng Ming speak.

Malicious and disgusting.

This……

Feng Shi had an ominous premonition.This deity seems to be going crazy again, it's terrible.

He didn't want to see it, he didn't want to see a living person being blown into a cloud of blood.Even if you can survive in the future, it will not look good and will leave a psychological shadow.

Unfortunately, Feng Shi never knew how he got here, and naturally he didn't know how to leave.He can only stay on it quietly, lurking quietly.

"Come in." The god said.

The door of the temple opened slowly, and the people kneeling outside were Feng Minghua, the Patriarch of the Bai family, and a thin man.

Seeing that the deity had returned to the throne, Feng Shi moved his body and looked outside carefully.

That person is actually Feng Qing?

Feng Shi was a little puzzled. Judging from these two experiences, the fact that the Lord of Yushan still exists and has not been annihilated should be a secret that belongs to each family and only the head of the family can know.

Why did Feng Minghua bring Fengqing here?Could it be that he even changed his mind on the matter of family succession and prepared to hand it over to Fengqing?

Feng Shi was not angry, and he didn't care about the ownership of Feng's family.He was just a little curious. In previous lives, nothing like this had happened.

At least, before Feng Minghua's death, the successor of the Feng family was Feng Shi.

The three of them walked to the bottom of the steps of the god's throne, saluted, and then knelt down below, with their foreheads pressed to the ground, not daring to look directly at the god's face.

"Bring something?"

The voice of God Venerable sounded, carelessly.

Feng Shi was watching the show on it, and even thought the voice of the god was very pleasant. If it wasn't moody and would blow people up every now and then, it would be pretty good.

Feng Minghua explained: "People on the oracle, follow your instructions, and I brought them."

"You mean? This thing is my bird?"

"Yes."

The deity sneered: "My bird, how could it be a disgusting human like you?"

Accompanied by the sound, the black mist surged out from behind the seat of God.

Oh no, it's not going to blow people up again.

Feng Shi raised his wings and tried hard to cover his eyes.

Feng Minghua and Bai Xinhai, the patriarch of the Bai family, had blurred memories of that period, but instinctively felt fear.

Bai Xinhai hurriedly explained: "Mystery, most of the current mountain and sea beasts are blended with human blood. We are usually in the human form, and after awakening, we will show a complete animal form."

After speaking, he bowed his head deeply again, his forehead touching the ground.

The god seems to have accepted his statement, the killing intent on his body receded, and the sense of oppression pervading the temple gradually disappeared.

"continue."

Feng Minghua pointed to Fengqing, and said: "The Feng family is inherited from the ancient phoenix bloodline, and the awakened animal form is no different from the birds in your paintings."

The god stood up and walked down from the throne step by step.

He stopped in front of Fengqing and didn't speak for a long time.

"look up."

Feng Qing's face was pale, but she raised her head courageously.

"You said, you are my bird?"

Feng Qing didn't dare to speak, he was so scared that he almost lost his voice.

The deity suddenly smiled lightly and said, "My bird, how can you be afraid of me?"

Feng Qing was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect that when this cloudy deity laughed, people couldn't move their eyes so much.

When he sighed softly, he was more gentle than the spring breeze in March. When he looked over with his deep eyes, it seemed that there was only one person in his eyes.

Focused, addictive.

Feng Qing nodded at him blankly, and said hesitantly: "I, I don't seem to be afraid of you."

"That's right, my bird is not afraid of me. He likes me and clings to me the most." The deity's smile deepened, as if he had fallen into an extremely good memory.

Feng Qing blinked her eyes, and felt that the god was really not that scary anymore.

The god raised his hand, as if it was about to land on Feng Qing's soft black hair.

Feng Qing's face flushed slightly, but she didn't move.

Suddenly, a sense of suffocation hit.Fengqing's whole body was lifted into the air by an invisible force, and her throat seemed to be tightly strangled by a transparent rope.

The god took a step back, lowered his hands, and hid them in the wide sleeves.

"Where did the garbage come from, it's disgusting..."

Feng Qing's face became more and more red, and she began to roll her eyes, and she was about to die.

Feng Shi really didn't want to worry about it, he didn't expect the familiar feeling to come again, his eyes became dark and he became dizzy for a while.

No, rewind again!

In the previous two experiences of rebirth, whenever Feng Shi wanted to kill Feng Qing, this feeling would appear.When he regains consciousness, he will find that the timeline returns to the past, and his situation will become even worse.

After finally merging the two plots and gaining some time for himself, Feng Shi didn't want to fail at all.

Moreover, why should the things done by this god be counted on his own head!

Feng Shi's consciousness fell into darkness, thinking that if there was a next time, he would have to be as far away as possible from this psychotic deity.

Don't kill Feng Qing!I'm not enjoying life yet!This god!Don't get nervous! !

The round red glutinous rice balls disappeared from the shadow above the beams without anyone noticing.

At the same time, God Venerable felt a surge of anxiety that could not be resolved in his heart, and endless malice swept his mind.

He put away his teasing mentality, he just wanted to crush all these annoying bugs to death, and return to sleep on the throne.

"Well……"

Colorful light spots began to appear in front of Fengqing's eyes, and the blood in her body began to stagnate and swell.

Feng Minghua wanted to save someone, but the god just glanced at him, and he couldn't move.

At this time, the pendant on Fengqing's chest emitted a dazzling red light, and Fengqing's figure also slowly changed.Behind him, a phantom appeared.

The fiery, gorgeous phantom of the magnificent bird is so gorgeous that it is impossible to look directly at it.

"Ok?"

The hand of the god was slightly loosened, and Feng Qing fell to the ground.

He bent down slightly and looked at Feng Qing who was coughing awkwardly on the floor, as if he was thinking about something.

The deity did not speak for a long time, and there was silence in the temple.

The three of Feng Minghua did not dare to speak, and Fengqing even dared to lie quietly at the feet of the god.Even though he almost died at the hands of the moody God Venerable just now, he didn't even have the courage to escape.

The deity glanced at Feng Minghua, and suddenly asked, "What's your relationship with this thing?"

Feng Minghua didn't know why, but he answered truthfully: "He is my son."

"very good."

Feng Minghua was suddenly praised by the god, and his eyes lit up with joy.It's just that before this joy could turn into a smile, the extreme pain surging up from his blood made him let out a shrill scream.

Bai Xinhai looked over in shock, and saw that Feng Minghua's skin was scalded by boiling water, showing a terrifying red color.

He murmured: "Blood, the blood is burning?"

"what!"

Feng Qing looked anxious, and wanted to help Feng Minghua, but she didn't expect that she shrank suddenly from the heat just as she touched her hand.On his thin white fingertips, a huge blister immediately appeared.

"Quarrel."

The god said something, and moved his fingers slightly.

Feng Minghua's throat instantly lost its presence, no matter how painful it was, he couldn't make any sound.

He rolled over and scratched himself all over his body. Only in this way could he slightly relieve the extreme pain from the burning blood.

The deity just rested his chin on the throne and dozed off until everything was over.

Feng Minghua didn't die, but felt that he had died several times, and only had the strength to breathe.He could feel the emptiness in his blood, his phoenix blood, the source of his power, had been completely burned.

However, he didn't even dare to ask one more question, why did the deity punish him.

Sitting on the throne of God is the God of Punishment and the God of Rules. His punishment does not need to be explained to anyone.

The deity spoke.

"Under the sacred mountain, there are my messengers to guide you."

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the three people were blurred, and they were outside the hall.

After rushing down the mountain, they saw the envoy of the gods waiting at the entrance.

A boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old.