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Chapter 8

Abai got into trouble.

Ah Bai is playful, and Tianzun is used to pampering him, so he accidentally plucks a feather of a phoenix bird.

Phoenix loves beauty, and Fenghuo can't wait to carve this nature into every feather.The sudden blow made Fenghuo feel for a moment that his life seemed to have come to an end—it was over, he was not perfect, he was missing a feather, a whole bright and attractive feather, what difference is there between this and a pheasant!

The phoenix fire burnt Ah Bai's head bald.

Fortunately, Hao Yin protected A Bai in time, otherwise Fenghuo's samadhi fire might have roasted the Sacred Heart Lotus into a handful of dry goods.

It was the first time Yuqiu saw his master was angry with Fenghuo, so he took Abai into his arms and shouted sharply: "Fenghuo!"

Feng Huo is usually used to being arrogant and indulgent, so he never suffered this kind of grievance, and then sprayed a blue fire at A Bai.

"Presumptuous!" A sharp palm wind came up immediately, split the blue fire straight, and broke the phoenix tree where the phoenix fire used to live with one blow. "Don't stop!"

Feng Huo finally calmed down.Glancing at Ah Bai who was shrinking behind Hao Yin, he finally turned into a red flame and flew towards the back mountain, leaving a series of angry hisses in mid-air.

Hao Yin sighed at the back of the phoenix bird, turned around and picked up A Bai, touched the top of A Bai's blackened head, and put him down after feeling that it was nothing serious. "Go to the sycamore tree and kneel, and you are not allowed to get up for three days." After finishing speaking, Hao Yin turned and left.

A Bai was frightened just now, and he didn't know how scared he was until he was punished by Tianzun.He raised his little fat hand and put it on his head, touched it, touched it again.

Yuqiu stood beside him and said coolly, "I'm bald."

Little Abai finally burst into tears with a "wow--".

Yuqiu couldn't understand that the master was usually so used to Fenghuo, but today he broke Fenghuo's parasol tree because of Abai.

But how could Yuqiu understand why Hao Yin was so nervous about Ah Bai.

Hao Yin returned to the bedroom, and sure enough, the pure white lotus petal tips of the water lotus ooze a few traces of withering, with withered yellow slightly curling inwards.Yin-cold sacred objects cannot withstand the real fire of pure yang. If they burn for a while, the water lotus will definitely be ruined.

Hao Yin took out a machete the size of a dagger, and tapped it lightly on his chest. The blood beads flowed down along the curved arc, drop by drop, into the glass basin, and were absorbed by the water lotus in an instant. After a long time, the lotus petals slowed down. Slowly restore moisture, slowly stretch out.

"You little thing is really delicate." Hao Yin put away the scimitar and sat down staggeringly, sighing and laughing.

It is not a big deal for Hao Yin to take his heart and soul to maintain this water lotus.But Hao Yin was too anxious, he wished he could take blood for him three times a day, so that he could mature soon, and the water lotus would turn his mind away.In the past few days, Hao Yin has been taking out the blood of his heart one after another, and now Hao Yin feels unbearably tired, and there is even a faint tingling pain in his heart when he instilled spiritual power at night.This painstaking effort may not only deplete one's cultivation, but one's heart is against the sky, and it may even shorten one's life.

Sure enough, he was still too anxious, Hao Yin thought to himself.

wood...

At night, Hao Yin walked out of the bedroom.

Ah Bai was kneeling upright under the sycamore tree, holding his head in both hands, a few fleshy fingers were rattling and twitching on the empty head, it was very pitiful.

Hao Yin suddenly wanted to laugh again.Walking up to A Bai, "Do you know that you made a mistake?"

"Yes, I understand Tianzun." Ah Bai continued to twitch, "Tianzun, Ah Bai, Ah Bai has no hair."

"En." After all, Hao Yin couldn't bear it, bent down and patted Ah Bai's head.

"Well. It's bald."

That night, Abai cried even more sadly.