hold on to that dragon

"Why are you on fire?" Feng Xiaomao rushed over, jumped on Jiang Rang, flapped his wings and slapped Jiang Rang, and quickly extinguished most of the flames on his body, but it just went out. After a while, it started to burn again.

Jiang Rang grabbed the little fur ball fluttering on his body, and said, "Why are you here?"

Feng Xiaomaoqiu saw faint scales emerging from Jiang Rang's hand holding it, and his heart skipped a beat. Could Jiang Rang also be a snake?

Looking at Jiang Rang's face again, the skin exposed outside the mask, especially the place close to the hair, also has scales, which are still black scales.Really a snake?Still a black snake like his father?I don't know if it is also a huge black snake.

The little furball quickly stopped his thoughts and said, "Didn't you say that I can save people? What if you need my rescue?"

Jiang Rang didn't laugh at its arrogance, but said, "You don't need to save it this time." Then he picked up the little fur ball and looked at it, "You've grown up a bit."

Feng Xiao Maoqiu was only half the size of a palm before, but now it is about two-thirds the size of a palm, and it has become a little longer, not as round as before.

The plumage is still white, but it is no longer all down, and some flight feathers have grown on its wings.

The voice is not as immature as before, but crisper.

"Really? Where's your mirror? Let me take a look." Feng Xiaomaoqiu was a little excited.

"Go back and take photos. Go down the mountain first." Jiang Rang walked forward with the little fur ball.

"You can't fly anymore?"

"Hmm. Insufficient spiritual power." Moving a mountain back to the spirit world overdraws Jiang Rang's spiritual power.

His current state can be regarded as showing half of his original shape, and if he stays on this mountain, he will have to show his original shape when the flames exhaust his spiritual power.

"I can fly now." Feng Xiaomao flew from Jiang Rang's hand to his shoulder flauntingly, and fanned out the flames on his shoulder with his wings, "And I'm not afraid of fire, isn't it amazing?"

"Excellent." Jiang Rang guessed that Feng Wangbei was able to fly because his spirit veins had been partially transformed.As for not being afraid of fire, it may be related to his blood.Or is his sudden ability to fly also related to his bloodline? "Do you like flames?"

The fire on the Flaming Mountain is called Yanhuo, it can burn spiritual energy, and its lethality is huge. Except for the endless wood and the fire mouse, no other life can survive on this mountain for a long time.

Feng Wangbei said: "I don't like it, it's very hot, but it doesn't hurt."

"You can probably absorb the spiritual power in the flames." Jiang Rang couldn't, so he could only resist.

"Really?" Feng Xiaomao felt it. The spiritual power in his body seemed to be a little warm. Is this the power of flames?It looked down at its new fire-resistant feathers, and it seemed that it was really powerful. "What kind of bird do you think I am?"

Jiang Rang said: "There are many birds that are not afraid of fire. Birds such as Bi Fang and Tiaozhi are not afraid of fire. Some of the phoenixes are also not afraid of fire. The divine bird Jinwu is even more afraid of fire. They have one thing in common, that is, they are not white birds."

"..." Feng Xiaomaoqiu is very disappointed, so many powerful bloodlines have nothing to do with him, alas, a little lost.

The reason why he was disappointed by this kind of thing was probably because Jiang Rang was very powerful, which made Feng Wangbei have an illusion that he should also be very powerful - such a good match.

well.Love, no, affection blinds people.

Jiang Rang turned his head to look at the silent Feng Fuqiu, his black hair gliding over the Xiaomai Fuqiu.

Feng Wangbei cheered up immediately, "What's the matter with your hair? It's so long, the prince with long hair, no, he should be the king."

"It's the power of the underworld." Jiang Rang specially released this part of his power to resist the flames.

"It's like your umbrella, with its own ghost power? Your umbrella is so good, it's fire-proof and heat-insulating." It's a pity that there is only one, and it is left in the small courtyard to protect everyone, otherwise Jiang Rang himself would not have to be burned.

"That's my natal artifact, I can't give it to you."

...I didn't want to.Fengwang Beixin said, do you think I am you, what you want is what you want.

"Hey, there are more and more flames on your body. What should I do?" The little fur ball saw that Jiang made a few small red flames ignited on his hair, it twitched its head, stretched out its beak and pecked , swallowed a small flame...

Jiang Rang didn't notice its movements, and said: "I won't be burned to death, but you are not afraid of fire." So, nothing to do, just wait until you get down the mountain.

"But don't you feel pain?" The little hairball that hadn't been burned through the belly by the flames continued to work hard, and swallowed a few more flames into its stomach.

"I'm a ghost."

"Don't ghosts hurt?"

Jiang Rang didn't answer, but continued to walk through the sea of ​​flames, as if those flames were just illusions.

But Feng Xiao Maoqiu stared at him persistently: "So it still hurts?"

Jiang Rang let out a "huh".

"Look at me, you won't be hurting soon!" The little wind ball flew up, spiraling around Jiang Rang several times, swallowing all the flames on his body, and then meandering along him. Flowing water's long hair flew around and ate the red lotuses on the hair.

Then it flew back to Jiang Rang's shoulder and burped with sparks.

"..." Jiang Rang tilted his head to look at it, "You swallowed Yanhuo? How do you feel now?"

Feng Xiao Fuqiu patted his belly with its grown wings: "It's a bit hot, like eating too much chili."

"Just a little hot?"

After a while, Feng Xiao Maoqiu had a new feeling: "I feel a little pain."

Jiang Rang grabbed the little fur ball and asked it, "Where does it hurt?"

"...It seems to hurt everywhere." The little hairball said tremblingly.

Jiang Rang had no choice but to speed up his descent. His long hair and clothes fluttered in the fire.

The jumping flames were reflected in the eyes of the little furball of the wind, dyeing its eyes red, and then the fur all over its body exploded suddenly, and its two wings opened suddenly, and with a strong flap, it flew up, and the wings flapped continuously. Moved, and soon flew into the sky.

Jiang Rang stopped and looked up at it.

In the sea of ​​fire, a little white bird with fried hair opened its mouth wide and screamed silently, no, it was not screaming, it was inhaling—it was sucking the flames, and the flames of the flames were pulled into a fire dragon, rushing towards the little bird White bird, the two sides collided, and the little white bird turned into a firebird.

In the raging fire, the little bird raised its head and let out a roar, the flame exploded, sparks shot out, and the little bird began to grow in the raging fire.

It grew from a furball-like little white bird to a slender big white bird. The dull feathers on its head turned into a gorgeous white feather crown, its small round eyes turned into almond eyes, and its curly long eyelashes turned into It is longer, dotted with sparks, and its wings are fully unfolded, more than ten meters wide.

The big white bird hovered and glides down from the sky, and it flew towards Jiang Rang.

"Come up." It was Feng Wangbei's voice.

Jiang Rang turned over and jumped onto the white bird's back. The long hair behind him was shortened rapidly in the swaying sea of ​​flames. He pulled up his hood while raising his hand to block the fire waves rushing from the front.

The white bird flew high and high, and soon rushed out of the mountain of flames, into the dark mist.

The ghosts of the Nether all gathered in the Styx River to watch the sudden appearance of the flaming mountain, and then they all saw the scene of the white bird flying back to the Nether with their king.

Jiang Rang jumped off the white bird's back and fell to the ground.

The white bird chased him and swooped down from the sky. Halfway through, he turned into white smoke like weathering, and then reassembled into a human form. An adult male dressed in human clothing appeared in front of Jiang Rang. He had seven Just like Fengwangbei's original appearance, he was still hanging in the air like a bird. He pressed Jiang Rang's shoulder condescendingly and asked, "What am I like now?"

Jiang Rang said: "Your original appearance."

"Does it look good?"

Jiang Rang said: "It's pretty." Then he said, "You're also pretty."

Feng Wangbei laughed, touched the mask on Jiang Rang's face with his hand, and lowered his head at the same time, then he hesitated for a moment between taking off Jiang Rang's mask and "A kiss with Fangze". All opportunities were missed.

White smoke rose again, and Feng Wangbei disappeared like a phantom.

Jiang Rang stretched out his hand to catch a little fur ball that fell from the air, the one with new feathers.

The ghosts and ghosts watching from a distance were discussing: "Who is that big bird that just fell?"

"It should be our king's best friend." They all embraced together.

"I know it's a good friend, I mean who is he?"

"The red bird flying out of the fire should be a phoenix."

The mountain fire of Yanhuo was so intense that it dyed a white bird in Fengwangbei with a layer of red light.

The red phoenix is ​​actually multicolored, but red is the main color, and it looks basically red.

"Red Phoenix? The Phoenix King of the Yu clan seems to be a red phoenix. I think that bird should be the Phoenix King."

"I don't think the bird was too popular just now."

"It's quite red, it's because you didn't see it clearly, the Netherworld is so dark, and your eyesight isn't good enough, it's not bad to see that it's red."

"That's right, you didn't see clearly, it must be the Phoenix King, only the Phoenix King is worthy of our king."

"This is also..."