Shi Yun Ⅱ Sings Crickets Last Night

When I woke up, the gorgeous carved beams and painted buildings came into view dimly.

The aftereffects of the Spring Festival are still causing trouble, needless to mention the splitting headache, the stagnation of the meridians without half spiritual power and the original emptiness are fatal.

After a while, Song Yun's eyesight and hearing recovered to a barely usable level.He didn't know where he was, but when he turned his head slightly, he found that his hands were tied in front of his body, and his ankles were tied with heavy iron chains.

In the air, the smell of aromatherapy entered the nostrils, and there was also a hint of milky coconut smell.

When he tried his best to push his body to sit up, the door of the room happened to be pushed open.

"woke up?"

The visitor was neither fat nor thin, about 40 years old, dressed luxuriously and brightly, followed by a few servants and guards.

——If you really intend to rescue him, why are you in shackles?And with many followers...

Xuan Zifeng noticed something was wrong almost immediately, and his heart shuddered.

"Excuse me... where is this?" Song Yun held his aching forehead and looked at the person coming.

The servant arranged the cushioned censer, called the man to sit down, and served tea.

No one paid any attention to Song Yun.

Helpless, Song Yun had no choice but to ask again.

After the man drank the hot tea, he answered slowly, "Jinhua Building."

——Jinhua Building! ! !

Xuan Zifeng was shocked.

This is what Jinhualou used to force her into prostitution in the name of rescue!

Song Yun, who was originally pure-hearted, happened to have a loss of consciousness and a splitting headache, so he didn't notice it at all.He has stayed in Hongjianzong for 16 years in a well-behaved manner. Even if he is out to perform tasks, he has kept himself and kept his etiquette and never went to the place of fireworks. How can he tell the twists and turns?

——Little Master, I beg you to run!

"Quickly, untie this young master."

The boy stepped forward to untie the rope on Song Yun's wrist, and signaled Song Yun to sit opposite the man.

"Tea, please." The man raised his hand to ask the servant to serve Song Yun tea.

He didn't have any good intentions, it was just to test Song Yun.

"Thank you." Although Song Yun was a little strange, he felt very thirsty, so he took the teacup. Even after being thirsty for several days, he still didn't have any milk, so he just took a sip.

Sure enough, the man raised his eyebrows slightly, and was very satisfied with Song Yun's tea-tasting behavior.

"The tea is simple, please don't dislike it, my lord." The man said politely.

Song Yun smiled and said: "It's covered with fine hair, silver and green hidden green. The best Biluochun is also said to be simple? I'm Xia Songyun, I don't know what you call it?"

——This is to test whether Song Yun understands tea.

"I'm the owner of Jinhua Building, so you can call me the landlord." The man raised his hand and ordered the servant to fetch a pen and paper, "I don't know which 'song' and which 'cloud' the word 'Songyun' is?"

When the landlord asked, Song Yun answered, and picked up a pen to write down elegant small characters on the paper.

——This is to check whether Song Yun is literate and has read books.

Then, under the extremely skillful words of the host, Song Yun gradually let go of his guard.

He "had a very happy conversation" with the landlord, played half a game of chess, listened to qin music, and admired the calligraphy and paintings collected by the landlord, without knowing that the other party was evaluating him as a commodity.

Seeing that Xuan Zifeng was burning with anxiety.

The host saw that Song Yun's speech and manners were extravagant, and he was very satisfied with playing piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and tea.The snow-haired red pupil is even more rare, the guests must not be able to enjoy it elsewhere.He didn't even want to let the cash cow he got go away.

In Fengya's collection of calligraphy and painting, a book of Longyang Secret｜play was spread out in front of Songyun, and the chaotic scene pierced Songyun's forehead and heart at the same time, making him blush unsuspectingly.

The landlord looked at Song Yun with great interest, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Oh? You actually know."

The wind, flowers, snow and moon in the poem book ended, and the landlord showed his green face and fangs.

The rice paper on which Song Yun wrote his name hides a mystery. Double layers of paper are glued together, and the middle is covered with satin and paperweight. The upper half of the blank paper is torn off, revealing the lower part of the contract.

If it hadn't been for the Spring Festival to absorb Song Yun's spiritual power, he, a sixth-level spirit master, would not be afraid of ordinary people in Qiuyang City; if he hadn't broken his tendons in his limbs, Song Yun would have been able to kill him with just fists and kicks.

But now, he has not recovered from his serious injury, but he is just a seriously injured patient with no spiritual power.

Soon, Song Yun was caught by the guards and put on the shackles again.

— don't touch him!

The illusion began to tremble slightly, Xuan Zifeng had to draw the Qingxin formula on the forehead of his spiritual consciousness, and forced himself to calm down.

I thought that the humiliation Hong Jianzong had suffered was over, but Song Yun didn't expect that he would be stripped of his clothes again in front of mortals without spiritual power, and even looked at as an object to vent their desires.

When the hideous scar came into the eyes of the landlord, he showed a disappointed expression.

"Hey, I thought I got a rare treasure, but I didn't expect to be a half-crippled one. It's really bad luck."

Saying so, the landlord ordered the guards to restrain Song Yun, wrapped the silk handkerchief around his fingertips, and dug some coconut milk into Song Yun's body.

— don't touch him! ! !

The coolness of the Qingxin Jue is far less than the extreme coldness in Xuan Zifeng's heart.

"Tsk, it's been used by someone before." The landlord also lost patience with Song Yun, and threw the handkerchief on Song Yun.

He paced around the room with some displeasure, constantly turning the Wenwan in his palm.

Suddenly, he turned around suddenly, raised his hand to pinch Song Yun's chin, and carefully looked at Zhou Zheng's face.

"It's barely usable. Even if it doesn't work, it can save the money for Mr. Xiaowan." The landlord raised his hand and patted Song Yun's face before getting up, "It's really disappointing, and I don't have the patience to waste it He was tied up in a dark cell in a mud kiln for three days."

The little servant reminded, "Lord, do you want to give him a fancy name?"

Hearing this, the host turned around and looked at Songyun again. He put the scattered clothes on Songyun's body to cover the scars on his limbs. His palms slid across the white jade-like skin, along his chest until he had been practicing martial arts all the time. Cool and creamy touch.

"It really looks like it's made of jade, so it's called... Jade Dragonfly."

As soon as the landlord finished speaking, Song Yun felt a heavy blow on the neck and shoulders, and fell into a coma again under the dull pain.

When he woke up again, he was in purgatory on earth.

Compared with the "elegant" Jinhua Building, Niyaozi seems to be another world.

All the words that can be used to describe "bad" can't compare with everything that can rot bones here.

The "human" here is not the same species as the "human" Song Yun knows.

In a space that becomes muddy and musty after the rain.Songyun is locked in the narrow dark wall, and can only peek inside the mud kiln through the small hole hidden under the straw.

——Little Master shouldn't have read these things.

Xuan Zifeng is very familiar with the scene of Niyaozi in the fantasy memory.As a spy, he has naturally seen and fought here, and he should even be familiar with it.

Perhaps after such a long time, Xuan Zifeng was not used to it, and felt very uncomfortable.

There are all the "untouchables" at the bottom, the guests are like this, and so are the prostitutes.

Low-level young men and prostitutes have to receive dozens of customers every day.It is impossible to rest unless you are dead.

The woman, not to mention Guishui, even if she was pregnant, she was beaten up and had a miscarriage before continuing to pick up customers.

Man, that place is so hurt that it can't be closed, and he can't take care of his bowel movements, so he can only find something to block it, and he also needs to pick up customers.

To make matters worse, the guests who come here are usually not for "fun" and "enjoyment", but for "revenge".

They take back from weaker people ten times, a hundred times the insults imposed on them by superiors.Only a few dozen Ling Jue are needed to get the same happiness as those masters, trampling on the full dignity of another life wantonly.

It's so dark and opaque here, if the door is closed, it will look the same day and night.

The flickering candles in the corner of the wall are dim, reflecting the hazy miniature of hell.

I'm afraid that even the animals raised for meat are better off than the "people" here.

With such ravages|ravages, one cannot live for long.

No one cares about the life and death of a few rotten lives in this dark corner, after all, the most indispensable thing in the world is the parents who sell their sons and daughters.A few are gone today, and a few more will be added tomorrow.

Song Yun felt sick, shocked, resentful, and sad.

Then, he thought of himself.

He can not follow, he can refuse to play ambiguous and elegant with those so-called literati who have learned the "sage books", and then give some sweetness at the right time, offering his body for others to play with.But if not, he will be humiliated to death in the mud kiln.

At that moment, Song Yun understood the host's intention of throwing him here.

The owner also succeeded.

three days later.

"You are a smart person, so you don't need me to say more, right?" The host looked down at Song Yun.

The person who had not eaten or watered for three days knelt on the ground, so weak that he could only breathe.

The lips that were dry, cracked and oozing, even the blood was coagulated, trembled slightly.

"Jade Dragonfly, understand."

After speaking, hunger and extreme lack of water caused him to fall to the ground, unconscious.

It turned out that he was not as tough as he thought.

Thus surrendered.

At a certain moment, Song Yun couldn't figure it out.

He abolished martial arts in order to find freedom with a clear conscience after leaving the sect. Why did the reality push him into a worse cage so coldly?

Does he want to live even if he lives in such a humiliating way?

Or, he just wanted to choose a slightly "decent" way to die?

Sensing Song Yun's thoughts, Xuan Zifeng also felt as if he was suffocating in his chest.

If possible, Xuan Zifeng would rather suffer this pain for lifetimes, in exchange for Song Yun leaving Jinhua Building.

When Song Yun was not a prostitute, he had already become a "prostitute" in the mouth of Hong Jianzong.Now, the name of "prostitute" has been confirmed.

The powder lightly fell on the pale cheeks and lip corners, creating a false rosiness and health.The vermilion and phoenix shoots at the end of his eyes outline the uprightness of his facial features as seductive.The bell anklet on the right foot is probably for fun and elegance, and also for fear that he will run away quietly.

The landlord looked at Song Yun with satisfaction, and lifted his chin with a folding fan, "Don't say it, it's really a special taste to make people dress up. It doesn't matter if you are older and have a better body."

In the morning, Jinhua Tower was still sleeping, but a "butterfly" was flying among the silk hanging from the beam.

Even Song Yun was attracted by the spinning person.

"An Ruo, come here."

The "butterfly" flew down along the silk and satin, put on gorgeous clothes, and walked up the steps slowly.

"Hey, the host got up early." An Ruo, who was only 14 years old and tender enough to drip water, said, with a bit of yin and yang in her words.

The host is not annoyed by this domineering and shameless attitude, as if he has already gotten used to it.

"This is Jade Dragonfly, who is two years older than you. From now on, he will be responsible for teaching you calligraphy and painting. You can also take care of him when you are in bed."

An Ruo listened, his eyes swept Songyun from head to toe, and then from foot to head, and said "oh".

——Boss Xiao An doesn't like Little Master.

Xuan Zifeng saw through An Ruo at that time with the ice apprehension technique.

When Song Yun stood in front of An Ruo, An Ruo instinctively felt a sense of crisis, and at the first glance, he knew that he was not on the right track with this person, and when he looked carefully and thought about it, he couldn't get used to Song Yun even more.

"It's the first time we meet, I'm Jade Dragonfly."

An Ruo, who couldn't cover up the Qiuyangcheng dialect, felt a pain point in his heart being beaten after hearing Songyun's official accent.

An Ruo didn't answer either, and after seeing the landlord's figure disappearing, she snorted coldly and said "Don't bother me", bumped Song Yun's shoulder and walked towards her room.

——Boss Xiaoan is having a quarrel.

From Xuan Zifeng's outsider's perspective, there are too many reasons for the "Jade Dragonfly" that descended from the sky to make An Ruo hate it.

Originally, An Ruo was the most popular and sought-after young lady in Jinhua Building, but Song Yun, who was completely different from him, seriously threatened An Ruo's status.

An Ruowu is good at hanging silk, has the most gorgeous and fiery figure and proficient and changeable bed skills, but that's all he has.And Song Yun has all the things that An Ruo doesn't have, such as a good background, pleasing demeanor, and a full stomach of poems and books.

Song Yun is so "noble", which makes An Ruo so "low".

Make people envious, make people jealous.

"Don't look down on any of us, we are all for sale, and no one is too expensive!" An Ruo walked to the end of the stairs, turned his head and looked down at Song Yun.

Song Yun said lightly: "I have no disrespect for you at all. It is you who demean yourself and compare yourself as a commodity with others. You look down on yourself, so you feel that others don't treat you as a human being."

——Little master, save some face for Boss Xiaoan.Xuan Zifeng smiled secretly.

Being poked at the sore spot, An Ruo's brain immediately burst into flames, slid down the handrail, rushed forward and grabbed Song Yun's collar, "Say it again?"

"An Ruo, right?" Song Yun raised his hand, gently pinched the acupuncture points on An Ruo's arm, forcing him to let go, and then straightened his clothes, "Which two words are they?"

"Don't think that no one can read except you! An from 'Ping An' is just... Ruo from 'Ru Ruo'." Only then did An Ruo realize that she seemed to have fallen into Song Yun's trap, and followed his train of thought.

Song Yun looked at An Ruo's deflated appearance, which was a little cute, and couldn't help laughing, "Okay, I'll make a note of it."

——It will take some time before Boss Xiao An evolves into Boss An, the richest man in Qiuyang City.Xuan Zifeng also shook his head with a smile.

An Ruo was so angry that she stomped the stairs and left.

Just then, there was commotion downstairs.

"Oh, what a bad luck. Who knows this thing can't help tossing..."

The paunchy guest moved out of the room and threw a bag of Lingjue to the second shopkeeper.

The second shopkeeper nodded and bowed, and took the purse, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I caused you trouble. Next time, I must choose one that will satisfy you."

While they were talking, several nurses entered the house, wrapped the young man's body in a bloodstained sheet, and dragged him away.

Half of the slender and thin arm was dragged down from the bed sheet. Just by looking at the slenderness and immaturity of the wrist, one could guess that the child who was abused to death was only twelve or thirteen years old.

Seeing the rime cloud all over the body is cold.

Jinhua Building is not a mud kiln, but that doesn't mean it's clean.It's just that people who do dirty things are richer and more powerful than others. They can use "elegance" to whitewash the inner misery, and they even use more tricks to torture people.

Song Yun held on to the increasingly painful temporal region, barely holding on to the railing while his mind was spinning.

He didn't want to die like this.

At night, in the early spring of Qiuyang City, beside the lantern of Jinhua Building.

That was Songyun's first fall|fall.

The huge scar was hidden with silk, the cloak was loosely worn over the thin single shirt, a few strands of hair fell from the corners of the temples, Song Yun poured a few glasses of light wine, sat on the window edge, and leaned there with his head tilted.Jingling silver bells hung from her ankles wrapped in silk.

The people downstairs were attracted by the snow-haired red pupils.

"when"!

The wine glass slipped on the roof tiles, and hit the glass cup skillfully.The bustling and noisy market had a moment of tranquility, and they all looked at the source of the shattering loud noise.

Song Yun gently hummed a ditty with a little drunkenness.

"The dark fragrant branches fade away from the spring cold, and the warm wine is drunk alone with the railing."

"The song is wrong, the dance is messy, and the white hair is in the drunken crown."

The tourists are also drunk.

He seemed to be drunk with a smirk, and he took a flower in the vase and put it on his ear. Then he softly recited "The white hairpin flower crown in the drunk", turned back to the house, and left it to the people outside the window. A piece of fluffy clothes.

Since then, all the prostitutes in Qiuyang City know that there is a demon fairy with snow hair and red eyes in Jinhua Building, named Yulongting.

"You are really good!" An Ruolin sneered at Song Yun's copybook, "It's only been half a month since I picked up customers, and I hooked up with Qi Ershao, who never patronizes Jinhua Tower, and your skills are amazing. The little things on the bed, You don’t need me to teach you, do you?”

——Look at the smell of jealousy, Boss Xiaoan has secretly promised Qi Ershaofang so early?

Xuan Zifeng's spiritual sense quietly rubbed Song Yun's sore waist, not to expose the little master's pretending to be nonchalant in front of Boss Xiaoan.

"The strokes are smooth, reversed. The previous poems are also silently wrong." Song Yun did not respond to those obscene words, but only corrected the silent writing in his hand and handed it to An Ruo.

There are not many red lanterns lit up on the rice paper, and there is only one sentence wrong throughout the text.

After taking it, An Ruo said sullenly, "Oh, I see."

Although An Ruo's attitude towards Song Yun was stingy, and he often bickered with him, An Ruo still studied seriously, with a lot of tenacity, and worked very hard.No matter how fierce the quarrel is, he will not compete with Song Yun academically.Song Yun is also very devoted to teaching.

——Although sometimes you can't win the little master.

Such rare leisure and relaxation made Xuan Zifeng feel lighter.

Xu wanted a truce, or to calm things down, Song Yun changed the subject and said, "An Ruo, why do you want to learn poetry?"

The tip of the pen trembled and slid out of its original track.An Ruo lowered his head and changed a piece of rice paper, but did not speak.

Song Yun waited for a long time, but did not wait for an answer.

Just when Song Yun packed up her things and was about to get up and leave, An Ruo spoke suddenly.

"I want to write letters to my sister. I can read, but I can't write very well, so I asked someone to write letters to my sister and send some saved money. If I can write myself, I can save more money."

The door that had just opened a small crack was closed again by Song Yun.

"You save money for..."

"Redemption for my younger sister." An Ruo habitually nibbled on the pen holder, "She looks like my dog ​​daddy, not like my good-looking mother. She has peasy eyes and a bulbous nose. She can't be ranked in the Chenxiang building. It is estimated that no benefactor would be willing to buy her to be a good person."

The silver bell on Song Yun's ankle twitched lightly, and he moved back to the padded chair, reached out and took away the big script brush that An Ruo was biting, and handed over a small pen for writing letters.

Afterwards, Song Yun picked up a pen and wrote a small script, and said softly: "So you want to be an oiran and earn more money, right?"

An Ruo gnawed on Xiao Hao's pen holder and did not speak.

"Don't hold the pen in your mouth, where is the handsome oiran who would bite the pen holder?" Song Yun was a little helpless.

Embarrassed and angry, An Ruo jumped up with a blushing face, and said loudly: "I bitten your pen? Jade Dragonfly, let me tell you, I'm going to be an oiran biting a pen..."

On the surface, An Ruo is always upright and confident, and has never been short-tempered when fighting with others.In fact, his mind is delicate and sensitive, and he feels inferior in front of Song Yun, unable to lift his head up, so he erected the spikes all over his back fiercely, protecting his soft chest and abdomen.

At first, Song Yun didn't understand An Ruo, and he often hurt his heart if he didn't do it well, but gradually he was able to follow his hair.

——Chicken mothers are experts at taking care of cubs wherever they go.Xuan Zifeng smiled helplessly.

However, the time at noon always passed quickly.

The night in Jinhua Tower, even if it arouses the disgust of all the young ladies, it always has to start eagerly.

There is always a time to listen to the qin music, and a time to finish playing chess, and reciting poems and composing Fu is just an appetizer.

In other words, Jade Dragonfly is always there to pick up guests.

When night falls, Song Yun often stares at the red silk soft tent above his head in pain, staring at the shaking four-cornered sachet, and there is a man's face up and down in the corner of his eyes.

No matter how much he looked like a human being when he was well-dressed, he was also bulging, greedy and ferocious at the moment.

Song Yun also often swayed and watched his tears stain the bright red pillow into a little bit of wine-red plum blossoms, and then witnessed the boundaries between the blossoming plum blossoms gradually blurred, connected by the newly fallen sweat and tears.

In fact, this is considered good.

What is even more frightening are the scented candles dumped by the bed, the small cups filled with liquor, and the writing brushes that were not put away in time...

Everything that is clean during the day is like a monster incarnate, and it becomes hideous after night falls.

Xuan Zifeng was keenly aware that Song Yun was already hovering on the verge of collapse at this time, and his physical and mental condition had unknowingly become extremely bad.

It was early in the morning, and Song Yun was sitting beside the bed full of coconut milk, and heard the whispers of other people in Jinhua Building when they were sleeping.

It was Qi Ershao who was going back home and bumped into An Ruo.

An Ruo laughed flamboyantly and sarcasticly, "Literati? Elegant? It's all bullshit."

He dared to speak rudely to guests, especially when he wanted to attract Qi Ershao's attention.

"Pay attention to your words, don't spew blood at others." Qi Ershao's voice was clearly displeased.

"I spitting blood?" An Ruo sneered, "Who is the one who likes to open buds for boys and girls who are twelve or thirteen years old? 'Cardamom at the beginning of February' was written by those of you who have read sage books, right? ? Is it me who 'spitting blood' while I was young and enjoying it quickly and ruining people to death?"

Qi Ershao couldn't say no to An Ruo, he was wronged.

Until they left, Song Yun was still awake.

It wasn't until dawn that Song Yun realized that he had suffered from insomnia.

Insomnia all night, all night.

If it was before, she could still spend it by practicing meditation, but Song Yun is no longer a spirit master.The body that has been full of spiritual power for 16 years cannot adapt to the state of emptiness and lack of spiritual power, and it is clamoring all the time.

The Spring Festival destroyed his health and origin. If the magic vine toxin hadn't been eliminated, he might not only be plagued by serious and minor illnesses, but would die of exhaustion in a dark room without seeing any light.

So he had to overeat to keep his body alive.But even so, he was still getting thinner and thinner, more and more like a skeleton covered with skin.

"Jade Dragonfly, don't eat it!"

An Ruo rushed down and snatched the soup bowl in front of Song Yun, and frantically stuffed the tea into Song Yun's hands, "I'm sorry, I sprinkled a whole pot of salt and chili powder in your soup. I thought, I thought you would just read it. Can't eat... Jade Dragonfly, are you dumb? Speak!"

If it wasn't for this, Song Yun wouldn't have realized that his sense of taste had become so dull.

He stared blankly at the pepper and chili powder in the bowl that hadn't been mixed yet, and then felt a slight numbness between his lips and tongue.

Song Yun casually smiled and said: "I said why I can't taste the taste of anything I eat recently. Just now I was distracted and didn't pay attention... What are you in a hurry? If I broke my throat, wouldn't there be no one competing with you for the crown? You You should be happy."

"Jade Dragonfly! If I, An Ruo, had hurt your heart, you would have died more than 800 times and survived to this day? You are the heart of the heart, and everyone will think it is a low-level one!"

An Ruo hates being misunderstood the most, and feels very wronged.

Originally, he prepared a small gift to thank Song Yun for teaching him to read, but the relationship between the two is not considered close on weekdays, so he was embarrassed to give it directly, so he planned to tease him first, and then sent the gift out in the form of "apology" .

As a result, he thought that Song Yun's words were mocking his evil intentions, but for some reason, he was so angry that he threw the bowl at Song Yun's feet, causing the soup to splash all over Song Yun's body.

After the fall, An Ruo was also stunned looking at Song Yun who was in a mess.

That's not what he intended, and he didn't mean to splash Song Yun.It's just that this time Liangzi has been settled, An Ruo has a good face, a little bit hard to get off, and doesn't have the face to apologize.

The relationship between the two, which had already eased, fell to a freezing point again.

And Song Yun didn't have anyone who could tell him the truth.

Xuan Zifeng desperately wanted to say a few words to Song Yun, but he was just a helpless bystander outside of time and space.

The long night is long, sleepless people are caught in a thousand thoughts and can't find a way out.

Song Yun couldn't do anything, his crippled body and the constant pain in his consciousness made him think of all the unbearable things at the most defenseless moment, and gave birth to the most gloomy and desperate thoughts. The tears that had not been shed for more than ten years were shed.

He is alive, but also like a walking dead.

There are many bruises and small scratches on the body that are left unknown when they are calling for help, and the pain that is unknown inside is hidden to the public.

But he looked so normal, he smiled elegantly and calmly at his benefactor, the poems he wrote were full of talent, and the little songs he sang could make people's hearts melt.

Only Song Yun knew that he was a piece of driftwood that had been rotted to the hollow, it looked fine, but in fact it shattered with a slight touch.

Qiuyang City entered the rainy season, and the air was humid and heavy.

Also like Song Yun.

It's just that tonight, somehow, there is a thunderstorm in the sky.

Amidst the thunder, a heavy object hit the edge of the rime window, and the loud noise caused him to turn his head slightly.

Song Yun pushed open the window against the wind and rain, and saw the birds smashing on the roof tiles.

The little bird was not big, it looked like a chicken, and it was scorched black all over.It should have been struck by a thunderstorm and fell down.

Falling from a high altitude in such a raging thunderstorm probably wouldn't survive.

Song Yun's mind was so numb that he raised his hand and closed the window without even giving a sigh to the poor little thing.

The sound of the night rain was dense and dense, and it was very noisy.

The window on the bird's head was pushed open again.

The charred young bird lay in the palm of Song Yun, motionless, but still had a weak heartbeat.

That night, the sleepless Song Yun no longer had nothing to do.He wiped and fed water for the little chicken-like thing, trying to extract spiritual power from the turbulent air to replenish the little life in his palm.

Until the thunderclouds dissipated, the faint light of the morning sun fell faintly in the east.

The long-dried source of Songyun finally squeezed out a faint wisp of spiritual power, which circulated along the meridians of the young bird.

Gradually, the fast and strong heartbeat of the bird resounded in the small chest, as if it could hit Song Yun's dull and numb palm.

"Chirp!"

On a clear morning, loud and short birdsong rang out in Song Yun's hands.

The little thing's hair was so burnt that there were not a few hairs left, and he looked ugly like a ghost shaved his head, but in Song Yun's eyes, he was very cute.

I don't know whether it was Song Yun who saved the baby bird that night, or the baby bird who saved Song Yun.

The author has something to say: Jizai’s Lefengtang branch—information that can be made public at present

凤梢

Namely eyeliner.

coconut milk

Coconut oil, butter, flower essential oil, etc. are used as lubricating luxury products.

Ghost shaved head

That is, alopecia areata.

Chick (covering his heart): Shizun draws eyeliner, it looks good.