Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

"Live Yan Luo smiling tiger..."

"...I've been furious all day long."

"The cheapskate drinks cold water."

"Incompetent, incompetent..."

Fu Yuqiu's mind was blank, only a series of cursing doggerel repeated in his ears.

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Now Fu Yuqiu just wants to write four big characters on the ground with the green juice of the grass.

——My life is over.

In this world, is there anything more shameful, embarrassing, and embarrassing than being caught speaking ill of someone in person? !

No.

Fu Yuqiu froze into a ball, and the fluff exploded silently, like a dandelion that could be broken when poked, her black bean-like eyes were full of panic.

What's even more frightening is that the person in front of him is a moody living Yan Luo.

The living Yan Luo was still playing with the golden feather, with his chin resting on one hand, his golden pupil casually glanced at the white sparrow's snow-white feathers.

Fu Yuqiu: "!!"

Fu Yuqiu could even feel that gaze was like a pair of powerful and cold hands, ruthlessly scraping over her body.

"He, he, he..." Fu Yuqiu desperately wanted to take back the feathers, thinking in horror, "He will not let me pull out the feathers and set off fireworks?!"

Sure enough, the Immortal Venerable said with great interest: "It seems that I haven't seen fireworks for many days—Your Highness, do you want to see it?"

Fu Yuqiu instinctively shook her head like a rattle, and afterimages appeared!

But Xianzun didn't intend to spare him like last time - after all, after being pointed at his nose and scolded for so long, he finally picked up the matter, and he couldn't let it go lightly.

"But I want to see, what should I do?"

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Fu Yuqiu looked at him timidly, not even daring to chirp.

He instinctively wanted to run, and knew that there was nowhere to escape under Huo Yanluo's nose, but he didn't want to pluck his own feathers and use his vitality to set off fireworks. After waiting for a long time, his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the golden feather on the fingertip of the immortal.

Fu Yuqiu ran two steps, and called out "Jiujiu" twice, signaling to the immortal to return the golden feather to himself.

Xianzun raised his eyebrows: "Don't you want it?"

Fu Yuqiu endured the humiliation: "Live... oh! I dare not take it from the immortal."

The Immortal Venerable probably heard that the "hoah" mouth habit was actually trying to say "Living Yan Luo" and he said it fluently. He glanced at him with a half-smile, but he didn't feel embarrassed. With a slight movement of his fingertips, he returned Jin Ling.

He planned to see how the white sparrow passed this level.

then……

The Immortal Venerable just watched the white sparrow holding the golden feather in its mouth, urging spiritual power to pour into the feather.

Only a sound of "呲" was heard, and the tip of the golden feather suddenly burst into brilliant fire, which spewed upward one after another.

——The white sparrow actually let the golden feathers of the phoenix that the three races scrambled for the first place be like a flower.

Immortal Venerable: "..."

Yun Shou: "???"

The main hall was dead silent, only the sound of Jin Ling burning and blooming could be heard faintly.

Fu Yuqiu finished releasing the "Flowers", looked at the Immortal Venerable eagerly, and signaled him with his eyes: "Does it look good? Are you satisfied?"

Immortal Venerable: "..."

Yun Shou stood aside and his heart arose.

No matter how special Xianzun is to this white sparrow, he can't let him play with the phoenix golden feather as fireworks, right?

Yun Shou thought to himself: "If Your Majesty can bear this kind of thing, then this white bird's status in Your Majesty's heart may not be low."

This must be the attitude of those lower realm monks towards Taoist companions.

Just as Yun Shou felt that he was going wild, he heard Immortal Venerable laughing suddenly.

"It's really pretty."

Xianzun's eyelashes drooped, and his golden pupils were filled with warm smiles.

Fu Yuqiu let out a sigh of relief.

The Immortal Venerable seemed to really like to look at the little flowers. He raised his hand a little, and several golden feathers condensed out of thin air, all of which floated and landed in front of Fu Yuqiu.

"Let's just play." Xianzun propped his face, smiling unabated.

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

This man is sick!

Yun Shou's eyeballs almost popped out again: "Isn't this the connivance method for Taoist companions?! Could it be..."

Seeing the tenderness in the eyes of the Immortal Venerable staring at the white bird, Yun Shou silently gasped.

"...Could it be that this white sparrow is actually the illegitimate son of the Supreme Master?!"

Fu Yuqiu, who didn't know that he had become the "illegitimate child" of Huo Yanluo, was unhappy. He didn't dare to refuse, fearing that Huo Yanluo would treat him as a flower, so he worked hard and endured humiliation, holding the few golden feathers in his mouth, and releasing them one by one.

Xianzun watched happily, and said lightly: "What else do you want to know, just ask."

Fu Yuqiu froze for a moment, worried that Yan Luo would hold back and plan to mess with him, so he didn't dare to speak for a while.

Xianzun smiled and said: "When you scold people, you have the courage, why are you drooping the leaves now?"

A grass, how can it tolerate others scolding him for "drooping leaves", Fu Yuqiu immediately raised his head and gave him a bold look.

"It seems that this lunatic doesn't mind me scolding him in front of him." He groaned, thinking, "If you don't ask, don't ask."

Fu Yuqiu threw the golden feather in his mouth on the ground, raised his head and chirped: "What year is it in the Lower Realm?"

Xianzun said "Huh?", probably not expecting him to ask this.

It's just that the Immortal Venerable has been in the Jiuchongtian all year round and rarely descends to the lower realm, so he tilted his head and asked Yun Shou: "What year is the lower realm?"

Yunshou often distributes rain in the lower realm: "The lower realm is the year of the Xianmeng, 73 springs and autumns."

Fu Yuqiu guessed and calculated, his eyes widened suddenly.

Xianmeng 73 years?

When he left Wenyou Valley, he seemed to be in his fifties.

Fu Yuqiu was a little dazed.

After his elixir blew up, he obviously just felt like he fell asleep, the lower realm...

Has it been more than 20 years?

No wonder he is not familiar with human body control;

Feng Beihe, who was supposed to go to half-life without dying, was also alive and kicking.

20...

After so many years, how is Wen Yougu?

What kind of elder brother and younger brother look like in the mortal world?

The three of them grew their roots on the same piece of wood, and their roots have been intertwined since they germinated, and each other's souls have imprints.

When he was out of his wits back then, the other two must have noticed it immediately.

Fu Yuqiu froze in place, not daring to think about how heartbroken they were at that time.

Immortal Venerable saw the white sparrow that was still alive and kicking just now, as if it had been beaten by frost, and it seemed to be curling its leaves, so he tentatively stretched out his hand and poked the red feather between his brows lightly.

Fu Yuqiu ignored it.

Ever since he was reborn, his heart seemed to be holding a breath, and he wanted to vent it but couldn't. Now, after knowing "more than 20 years", his eyes were sore and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Seeing that his expression was getting more and more wrong, Xianzun frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to hold him in the palm of his hand.

But at this moment, the spiritual power in Baique's body surged, and the phoenix spiritual power used to stabilize Baique's original shape suddenly dispersed.

A white light flashed from the sluggish white bird, and then its palm-sized figure suddenly stretched.

Xianzun only felt a weight on his body, and before he could react, the white bird turned into a slender human figure, with white clothes and white hair flying, and fell like snow.

Immortal Venerable: "..."

Immortal Venerable caught Fu Yuqiu firmly without shaking his body.

Because of the posture just now, Fu Yuqiu just sat on the lap of the immortal.

His figure was too slender, and even if his calves were stretched, he would not be able to touch the ground. His white hair covered his back like flowing water, dragging down into the clouds and mist on the ground.

The Immortal Venerable knew how much the white sparrow hated the human form, and was about to send another wave of spiritual power into his inner palace, but felt the boy on his lap tremble slightly.

Compared to the last time when he turned into a human form and cursed, this time Fu Yuqiu was abnormally quiet.

He lowered his head slightly, his loose long hair fell from his ears, covering most of his face, making him look cute, peaceful and fragile.

Suddenly, a few drops of water slipped from Fu Yuqiu's chin and landed on the thin clothes.

Xianzun was taken aback.

Fu Yuqiu was crying quietly with her head down.

This time the tears did not come out of anger like the previous few times, he cried quietly and subduedly, the brows that were always raised were drooping down rarely, looking more and more sad.

Fu Yuqiu felt as if his heart was going to explode.

The pain of being imprisoned in sand mustard for seven days without water and spiritual power; the resentment of being robbed of the elixir by a trusted person; the helplessness of being reborn on a bird shell...

And the fear of being controlled by others, always vigilant and fearful, and dying tragically.

This emotion has been accumulated for too long and too much, and when it burst out suddenly, Fu Yuqiu couldn't control the already fragile tear glands at all, and the tears quietly soaked his face.

Fu Yuqiu thought dazedly: "Obviously I just... want to save people, and don't ask for gratitude. Why do they all want to repay kindness with grievances?"

People in the world say that youcao, white sparrow and other spiritual things are the favored things of heaven, but Fu Yuqiu always feels that he has suffered a lot, and he has to suffer such pain even though he has never done anything wrong.

"Heaven doesn't like me at all."

The more Fu Yuqiu thought about it, the more wronged she became, and the more wronged she became, the angrier she became, and the more she cried.

Xianzun silently watched the slender and beautiful boy cry silently in his arms, his thin shoulders trembled slightly.

He might want to coax, but the Immortal Venerable has only changed ways to kill and trick people these years, and the skill of coaxing people is too difficult for him.

Xianzun hesitated for a long time, looked up at Yunshou.

Yun Shou: "???"

Yun Shou was stupefied and thought, "What are you looking at me for? Didn't you scare him to tears?"

Seeing what Yun Shou was thinking about, the Immortal Venerable: "..."

Fu Yuqiu couldn't hold back the sobbing, and the faint whimpering sound like a cub made the immortal irritated inexplicably-but this irritability was not for Fu Yuqiu, but for himself.

"Why didn't you coax him?"

Immortal Venerable's golden pupil shrank, suddenly aware of the source of that irritability, could not see this face crying?

Over the years, he has allowed himself to be controlled by ever-changing emotions that seem to be insane, and he does everything according to his wishes, rewarding when he is happy, and killing when he is unhappy.

But this time, he felt an inexplicable rejection of the emotion that emerged from his subconscious.

"Why coax?"

Xianzun thought coldly.

It's just a spiritual pet to pass the time, why should he lower his status because of his tears?

Yun Shou at the side took a breath of cool air silently - he watched the indifference of the immortal face, and then... bowed his head slightly, and gently reached out his warm hand, as if he wanted to wipe away the tears on Fu Yuqiu's face Lose.

Yun Shou: "!!!"

wiping tears?

Don't you really want to squeeze the white sparrow's head off? !

Immortal Venerable frowned as soon as he stretched out his hand, as if he didn't want to believe that he was really going to coax him.

Fu Yuqiu, who had fully reacted, froze suddenly, and he finally came back to his senses, realizing that he was lying in someone's arms crying hopelessly.

Bird-killing ruthless living Yama!

"What did he just stretch out his hand for?!" Fu Yuqiu didn't care about crying anymore, her wet eyelashes were still dripping with water, so she was instinctively wary of that big hand, "Are you tired of my crying and want to squeeze my head off?!"

According to Huo Yan Luo's crazy and cruel style, it is very possible!

The more Fu Yuqiu thought about it, the more frightened she became, and her whole body tensed up. Seeing Huo Yan Luo staring at her hand silently for a long time, she even tried to reach his face again.

——If the white sparrow is in its original form now, the hairs all over its body will definitely be frightened.

Fu Yuqiu was terrified, and wanted to avoid that terrifying hand, his body instinctively leaned back desperately, but a sense of weightlessness hit him, he instinctively threw his hand, and the Neifu elixir uncontrollably swung a wave of spiritual power .

Shui Lianqing congealed a head-sized water ball out of thin air, and as Fu Yuqiu fell heavily to the ground, it exploded.

The drops of water fell rustlingly, completely soaking the Immortal Venerable in the middle.

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Yun Shou: "!!!"