Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

In Feng Hao's dream, there was a sea of ​​flames.

He stood alone in the flames, letting the flames burn up along the hem of his clothes with a face full of indifference.

He doesn't care whether he will be burned to ashes, like a walking corpse walking in the world.

Suddenly, there was a voice resounding in my ears.

"The soul is flying away..."

Feng Yan's golden pupil moved slightly.

That familiar voice came to my mind with pity and the sudden pain from my heart.

"Feng Yan...you know what it means, I really can't save him."

Feng Yan was stunned for a moment before remembering that it was Chu Yu's voice.

At some point, the sea of ​​fire around him had disappeared. Feng Yan raised his eyes slightly, but saw Chu Yu standing in front of him, his face full of pity.

mercy?

Feng Yan had never been watched like this before, he didn't know where he was in a daze for a moment, he just wanted to make him look away.

He needs no mercy.

But just when he was about to open his mouth, he heard his own voice.

"Is his remnant soul... in the underworld?"

Chu Yu nodded: "Yes, all broken souls cannot enter reincarnation, they can only sink and float in Huangquan day after day, until they become the nourishment of this locust tree."

The towering Sophora japonica blooms clusters of snow-white flowers, which are fragrant.

But any beautiful flower, not only will not feel beautiful in a place like Huangquan, but it will make the surroundings even more gloomy and bleak.

Feng Yan turned his head to look at the filthy Huangquan, and suddenly stepped up to go down.

Chu Yu was startled, and immediately stopped him: "Feng Yan! You are a phoenix, and the underworld is full of cold and yin energy. Even if you burn out the phoenix fire, you won't be able to withstand it."

Feng Li's face was expressionless, and there was a broken silence in his eyes.

Chu Yu was stunned for a moment.

He is in charge of the life and death of the Three Realms, so he has naturally seen this kind of look thousands of times.

But he never knew that the high and mighty Ninth Layer Celestial Venerable would have such a gloomy aura.

Chu Yu was silent for a long time, and said, "Who is he to you?"

Feng Li's golden pupils were empty and slack, and she lightly opened her pale lips.

"...Sweetheart."

Sweetheart.

The remnant soul of his sweetheart is in the underworld.

In an instant, the desperate despair and the heart-wrenching pain came to my mind together, followed by endless remorse and annoyance, like huge waves, wave after wave, mercilessly towards He called.

This emotion was too complicated and painful, and it was simply unbearable for people to bear. Just one breath made Feng Hao abruptly wake up from the dream.

Feng Hao sat up abruptly, her black hair and snow-white brocade quilt complemented each other, like the snow-white Sophora japonica flowers intertwined in the darkness in a dream.

He was panting heavily, his golden pupils were slack and lifeless, and he pressed his chest firmly, as if a piece of his heart had been gouged out alive.

Sweetheart.

Fu Yuqiu died.

For a moment, Feng Hao couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality, and even forgot that he had the phoenix fire pattern on his wrist that could control the chain of the gold bracelet on Fu Yuqiu's wrist. Here, trembling with panic and despair.

"Fu, Fu Yuqiu..."

Feng Yan murmured the name.

The slack pupils couldn't see anything at all, and illusory shadows flashed before his eyes.

"Feng disaster, disaster."

"The person you love must die a terrible death."

"The owner of that leaf in your heart... has lost his soul."

Feng Yan couldn't bear the overwhelming pain anymore, and suddenly burst out along with the uncontrollable spiritual power in his body.

All the furnishings in the Phoenix Palace were instantly shattered into powder, and the flowers and plants in the entire Phoenix Market were all withered and rustling in an instant.

Spring turns cold in an instant.

Feng Xuesheng, who was guarding outside, was startled, and hurried in.

"Father!"

Feng Hao suddenly raised his head, his golden pupils were already scarlet, his face was full of hostility, he looked at Feng Xuesheng firmly, and felt that there seemed to be the aura of Vermillion Bird on him, so he raised his hand suddenly.

"Father..." Before Feng Xuesheng could yell out, he was directly dragged over by a strong spiritual force, and landed on Feng Hao's five fingers.

Feng Yan's hand suddenly squeezed hard, as if he wanted to kill him directly.

Feng Xuesheng had severe neck pain, and said in a dull voice, "Father?"

Feng Li's hand flicked, and the scarlet pupils flashed with confusion, but then they were quickly replaced by the pain and madness brought about by that emotion.

He wants to... kill Suzaku.

But before he could start, a strange idea suddenly came to mind.

"What's the use of killing Suzaku?" said the voice, "Isn't it you who are the disaster that should really be damned?"

Feng Yan was taken aback for a moment, and only realized after listening for a long time.

That voice... seemed to be his own.

His consciousness is bewitching, tempting him to commit suicide and degenerate.

Feng Li let go of his hand in a daze, watching the trembling pale fingers slowly pressing on his heart.

Damn it was him.

Feng Xuesheng held her throat and coughed for a long time. Seeing that Feng Yang was about to hit her heart with the power of the Phoenix, she immediately rushed forward without fear of death, and tightly hugged Feng Yang's forearm.

"Father!"

"Wake up, you're having a nightmare!"

But Feng Yan's strength is not something he can shake.

Just when the spiritual power was about to hit the heart, the sound of a series of tinkling chains rang through my ears.

Feng Yan made a move.

In the next moment, a person with the scent of green grass fluttered into his arms like a butterfly, with soft arms wrapped around Feng's neck, whispering in his ear with unprecedented tenderness.

"It's okay, you're awake."

Feng Li, who was indifferent no matter how hard he tried just now, seemed to be pulled out of his whole body, his tense arms suddenly loosened, and slumped down.

Fu Yuqiu hugged Feng Li tightly, patted him on the back as if coaxing a child, and softly hummed "Fish in Water" that Feng Li had always loved.

Although the song is unknown, Fu Yuqiu really can't think of what to hum.

Seeing Feng Yang gradually relax, and her slack eyes gradually regain clarity, Feng Xuesheng breathed a sigh of relief, and left quietly.

Because of Cai Fengzhang's madness just now, the gold chain on Fu Yuqiu's wrist has emerged and fell heavily on his wrist, and the dense magic circle of the entire Phoenix Palace is also revealed, like an impenetrable net trapping the two of them tightly. in.

The snow-white bed curtain was blown slightly by the wind.

Feng Li hugged Fu Yuqiu in his arms, unconsciously stroking Fu Yuqiu's long cold hair.

He didn't know if he had regained consciousness, his voice was hoarse, and he murmured, "Where did you go?"

Fu Yuqiu was so hugged that he could hardly breathe, but she still tried her best to bear it, pretending to be relaxed and said: "I'm outside, as soon as you call, I will come in."

"Don't..." Feng Yan seemed not to hear, and murmured, "It's right here, don't go where I can't see it."

It was just an ordinary sentence, but Fu Yuqiu could feel Feng Li's endless despair and sadness, and immediately lowered his voice: "Okay, I'm not going anywhere."

Feng Yan gave a soft "um", but still hugged him tightly and didn't let go.

I don't know how long it took, the violent spiritual power in Feng's body gradually subsided, and the dense magic circle in the hall and the chains on Fu Yuqiu's wrist also disappeared, leaving only a place of withered yellow leaves.

Fu Yuqiu quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

This was the first time he had seen Feng Yang so out of control.

Holding the lost and recovered man in his arms, Feng Li strokes down the back of Fu Yuqiu's neck again and again, but he doesn't dare to touch it, his hands are vacant, and he is very cautious and worrying about gains and losses.

Fu Yuqiu's heart ached immediately.

At this time, Feng Yan's tense body suddenly shook, and then he let out a heart-piercing cough from one side of his head, followed by a strong smell of blood.

Fu Yuqiu was startled and hurried to support him.

Feng Li's face was pale, and he vomited a mouthful of scarlet blood. There was a trace of blood on the corner of his lips, as if he had vomited out all his life, and he looked almost on the verge of death.

Fu Yuqiu was frightened and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips with shaking hands.

"You, you...do you hurt?"

Feng Li had regained consciousness, he shook his head lightly, and pulled Fu Yuqiu's hand off.

"Don't touch it, dirty."

Fu Yuqiu's heart hurts so much that every time he breathes, his lungs ache, and when he heard this sentence, he immediately became angry: "You! Feng Hao!"

"My phoenix blood is not enough to draw the Nirvana circle." Feng Hao said suddenly.

All his weakness seemed to be drawn on paper. He was still vomiting blood just now, but in the next moment he turned into the strength he usually strategizes.

Feng Li stared straight at Fu Yuqiu's face, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance in his mind, and said lightly: "My time has come, if I can't nirvana, you..."

Fu Yuqiu's eyes were slightly red, and he said coldly: "Then I will forget about you and find a man to marry and give birth to fruit!"

Feng Yan: "..."

Feng Yan said helplessly: "Yuqiu, men can't bear fruit."

"You don't care about me!" Fu Yuqiu said deliberately, "Anyway, you were dead at the time, so I don't care if I bear fruit or not. Even if I don't bear fruit, I will take that man to your grave to be kind and loving."

Even though he knew that Fu Yuqiu was talking angry, Feng Yan still imagined Fu Yuqiu being hugged by other people, and immediately his golden pupils sank, and he seemed to go crazy again.

Seeing his reaction, Fu Yuqiu sneered, raised her hand and pushed Feng Li on the soft couch.

There is still the scene of Fu Yuqiu being in love with other men in his mind, the coldness in Feng Hao's eyes is still there, and when he looks up, he feels inexplicably cold.

Fu Yuqiu was not afraid at all, he took off his outer robe and threw it away, and directly straddled Feng Hao's waist and abdomen, with his hands on both sides.

Feng Yan's golden pupil shrank, and instinctively turned his head to avoid it.

But Fu Yuqiu didn't want to kiss him at all, and even adjusted to a comfortable posture before bending down.

Feng Yan didn't look at him, tilted his head and said softly: "What are you doing?"

"Do some intimate things." Fu Yuqiu said directly without holding back.

Feng Yan: "..."

Feng Yan tilted her head even more, and even buried half of her face in the soft pillow.

"Oh." Fu Yuqiu glanced at him coldly, stretched out his hands to hold Feng Li's face, and forced him back.

Feng Hao finally frowned, and couldn't avoid looking at Fu Yuqiu's beautiful face.

"Don't make trouble."

Fu Yuqiu leaned close to his face and looked left and right, and was about to kiss him, but saw Feng Lijin's pupils shrank into a vertical needle, and his whole body was full of repulsion.

Fu Yuqiu was stunned for a while, then got up suddenly, and fiddled with something nearby.

What he didn't know was that after Fu Yuqiu left Feng Yang, who was full of repulsion, there seemed to be a flash of disappointment in his golden pupils.

He rejects and expects, and the contradiction is severe.

But soon, Fu Yuqiu came back again—this time he put on the brocade quilt that was as soft as a cloud beside him, and lifted it up, and the brocade quilt covered the two of them, turning the already charming and ambiguous bed into a A more intimate place.

In the narrow brocade quilt, only faint light poured down from the gap.

It seems that the breathing and heartbeat of the two are intertwined, regardless of you and me.

Feng Li's breathing became short of breath.

With a brocade quilt on her head, Fu Yuqiu finally bent down slightly, holding Feng Yang's side face in her hands, and covered her lips.

Feeling Fu Yuqiu's breath hit her lips, Feng Li put her hands aside and grabbed the brocade quilt next to her tightly, almost crushing the fabric.

Seeing his pupils trembling violently, Fu Yuqiu seemed to want to hide, and said unhappily, "Don't hide."

Feng Li slightly opened his lips, but no sound came out.

Fu Yuqiu finally bent down completely, and pressed her soft lips to her pale lips.

Feng Yang's golden pupils were almost shrunk to the tip of a needle.

Feng Hao never knew it, but simply put his lips together, and it was like an unprecedented huge firework was blooming in his mind.

It was deafening and brilliant, and it almost stunned him.

Feng Yan's hand holding the brocade quilt was trembling violently, as if trying to control it so that he didn't raise his hand to hold Fu Yuqiu down.

But soon, a warm breath like grass bathed in the sun slowly flowed along the lips of the two, and poured into Feng Yan's mouth one by one.

Gently break all his pain, despair.

Lively.

Feng Yang was taken aback.

Is that... the breath of the crimson spirit, the grass and the panacea?