Birdseye

Yue Lin, He Yi, and Song Zhou froze in place. The sound between heaven and earth seemed to be suppressed at this moment, and then there was a piercing crackling sound at the next moment. No one thought that today would have such an ending .

Yue Lin felt a little bit regretful, she would rather have a problem with her technique, and would rather this red line was out of control, and would entangle this God.

Xingru still stood there, watching the red thread start to dissipate from the other end of the abyss of wind, and it took less than a cup of tea to dissipate before his eyes, leaving nothing behind.

Compared with the three people who had nothing to do with this matter, he was the one who reacted first. The poplar flowers fell like snow on the corners of his eyes and brows, and melted into crystal water drops. They flickered twice in the sunlight, and then sank into the darkness. .

He cupped his hands towards Feng Yuan on the Full Moon Bridge in front of him, and said calmly: "What the God said is that it was Xiaoxian who disturbed the God unintentionally, please forgive me."

Feng Yuan raised his eyebrows to look at him, rather surprised, when this little monster saw him in the past, the scattered tail feathers behind him would always shake non-stop, but after the moment just now, the few tail feathers left behind him were always shaking. All the root and tail feathers lay there quietly, maybe even the little monster didn't notice it.

In the dark, something dissipated along with the red thread, but Feng Yuan didn't notice it, but today he was in a good mood, he didn't want to embarrass this little monster, he just waved his hand and said: "Get back. "

When the wind stopped and the snow stopped, a thick layer of Yanghua had accumulated on the riverside, and several people bowed and said goodbye.

On the way back, Yuelin comforted Xingru in the secluded forest and said, "Well, there may be something wrong with my technique today. When I go back and improve it, maybe I can save it again."

But both he and Yue Lin knew very well that her spell was successful, very successful.

Xingru turned her head and smiled at her reassuringly: "It's okay, it's a very shallow fate, it will continue today, and maybe it will end in the future."

Having said that, it is different that today's fate was cut off by the God himself.

Yue Lin opened her mouth, but she didn't know what else to say. She thought that his red line was so bumpy, and today she might help him and that person add more points to this fate. She never thought that in exchange for such a result.

Back in the Thousand Peach Orchard, the sky has darkened a lot, the twilight is heavy, the golden glow is like a rushing river, flowing on the snow-white clouds, the peach blossoms are withered, like rain, and the stars are like pursing their lips, throwing away the unfinished hibiscus Send the cake to Songzhou, and say to him: "I'm a little tired, I want to sleep for a while."

Song Zhou patted Xing Ru on the shoulder, he didn't know how to comfort him, he told himself a few days ago that he didn't admire Feng Yuan God, now that he is like this, Song Zhou felt that maybe he was lying to himself up.

After Songzhou and the others left, Xingru returned to his small stone house. He sat on the bed, tilted his head and looked out the window. Was it the natural outcome he wanted?

Perhaps, this was again to punish him for his recklessness that day, so today he cut the red thread with his own hands.

Why is it always like this?Why is it always like this?

In the past, he was always one step behind him, and he had a shallow fate in his heart, but now he couldn't keep even a little shallow fate.

What's even more ridiculous is that the moment Feng Yuan raised his hand, he thought his Highness had returned.

So in a trance, he actually felt that it was his Highness who broke the fate with his own hands.

His Highness doesn't want him anymore.

He couldn't help but wonder, did what he saw in the Nine Nether Realm really exist?

The snow-white moonlight fell on the glazed cup in front of the window, shining brilliantly, his shadow fell on the wall behind him, and there was silence everywhere, and many young creatures were quietly dormant in the darkness.

When it was approaching midnight, it suddenly started to rain. It seldom rained in the heavens, and most of the time it was sunny. The thunder rumbled, and the raindrops hit the banana trees outside Wangyou Palace. These sounds coincided with what Fengyuan heard in his dream. Together.

He opened his eyes, got up from the couch, glanced out the window, and suddenly remembered the red thread that broke on the Full Moon Bridge today. He never believed in fate, let alone that he didn't believe that the little monster was involved in this incident. completely innocent.

He lay back on the couch, looked at the painting on the top of the tent, moved his fingers slightly, and the little fat bird flew down from the painting.

The little fat bird fluffed its white fluff and ran towards Feng Yuan's chest. He stretched out his hand and scratched the little bird's chin. It also seemed to feel very comfortable. With its chin raised, its two small black bean-like eyes narrowed , the tip of the pink tail behind him kept shaking, waiting for Feng Yuan to stop, and pecked at his fingertips.

Feng Yuan laughed lightly, the light yellow curtains shook slightly, he put away his hands, the birds scattered into streamers, and a few white fireflies slowly returned to the boundless world.

He had never raised a bird, but somehow felt that if he had a bird, it would look like this.

Feng Yuan thought about it, the days in the heavens are boring, but he can consider raising one for fun.

Speaking of which, the little monster was actually a bird in its original form, but it was too ugly. When he was young, did he not have much hair on his body like now? When I saw him on the Full Moon Bridge today, I vaguely felt that the feathers on his body were bigger than Once less, if this continues, they will be all bald in two years.

Feng Yuan thought about what it would be like to have no feathers on this little monster. It was probably a pink mass, maybe a little better looking than he is now. He didn't have many feathers, but his hair was not short at all. Well done, the hair casually scattered behind the head is also very good-looking, after a long time, Feng Yuan realized that he had been thinking about that little monster for a long time.

He raised his hand and pressed his forehead. Since the little monster came to the heaven, he has become more and more strange. He broke the little monster's red thread today, and he doesn't know why the little monster scolded him in his heart. After thinking about it, Yuan became amused, and suddenly felt that it would be a good idea to transfer Xingru from Qiantaoyuan to Ziwei Palace.

This rain has been going on for a long time, and many small puddles have accumulated in Qiantaoyuan. The surface of the water floats and falls, reflecting the clear blue sky and floating clouds.

When Xingru woke up from a dream, two days had passed, but he had slept for so long, and he had never seen his highness in his dream.

Siquan Shangshen came to Qiantaoyuan today, and when he found Xingru, he saw that he was digging a hole under the tree. He didn't know what he was burying. Siquan said to him with a little apology: "I went late. , Xingmengguo has been given to Xigu by Fengyuan."

Xingru was not too surprised when he heard this, and he could still smile and say: "I see, thank you God."

There are still 200 years before the next awakening dream fruit matures. Since his soul has been so incomplete, coupled with the dream barrier of the mist of the imaginary sea, he doesn't know if he can last for 200 years.

Thinking that one day he might have to leave early like His Highness did back then, he felt that it would be better if His Highness never remembered.

"By the way," Si Quan said after a pause, "Feng Yuan asked you to go to Ziwei Palace."

Xingru stopped moving for a moment, he raised his head blankly and asked Si Quan: "Why?"

Si Quan was shy about repeating Feng Yuan's words, put his fist on his lips for a long while, and coughed softly: "Feng Yuan said, you molested him that day, and punished you to go to Ziwei Palace to sweep the boys."

Xing Rumu had a face, and the molesting God Fengyuan said meant that the red thread on the Full Moon Bridge that day did not grow eyes wrapped around his finger?

This incident soon spread in the heavens. It was a strange event that the immortals gathered together to gossip. On the Full Moon Bridge that day, Fengyuan Shangshen cut off the red line with Xingru Xianjun. Some of them also saw it. As expected, the Shangshen was the one who was also known as the ruthless Shuangsha with Jianwu Tianjun, and now that he had recruited Xingru Xianjun to Ziwei Palace, it was hard to guess what the Shangshen was thinking.

What's more, in Ziwei Palace, there is also a Xigu Xianjun who owes a debt of love to the God. Now that these three people get together, it is impossible to play the Sanxi card every day. The gossip immortals wish they can also enter Ziwei Gong was a child, watching Shangshen's emotional life up close.

But in fact, the life in Ziwei Palace is very peaceful, Xingru is at ease to be his cleaning boy, and he doesn't get close to Feng Yuan, recalling that day when he sneaked into Wangyou Palace secretly, Feng Yuan would doubt whether this little monster is The core was replaced.

Mengshu disapproved of what Feng Yuan did, he finally understood why Feng Yuan's fate was so shallow, and he planned to take some time to do the math for him, to see how the little fate he had left could survive. When will it be gone.

Mengshu was a little bit angry at Xingru, but fortunately he was a decent god, at most he let Xingru sweep some melon seeds, and did nothing else.

Xi Gu used the dream awakening fruit, and with Feng Yuan protecting him, almost all the dream barriers he brought from the ruthless sea have been solved.

During these days in Ziwei Palace, Xingru thought a lot. In fact, from the day he knew His Highness was gone, he should have understood that everything could not go back to the past.

It is actually the same when he is reincarnated or returns to heaven with him. He is now the God worshiped by thousands of people in the world, and no one can hurt him anymore.

And all the hardships that His Royal Highness experienced in the lower realms were nothing more than a catastrophe that he experienced, which is even better, it is a very lucky thing.

It's just that this bit of luck belongs to His Highness, not him.

Don't be too greedy, Xingru.

He tried to convince himself like this over and over again, but in the end he missed his Highness even more. He wanted to see him, but recently it seemed that he could only see him if he had a long dream. He couldn't sleep for so long, so he could only drink some wine to dream.

I just hope that His Royal Highness in the dream will not be angry when he smells the alcohol on him.

He used to be able to find out Ji Huaizhou's wines hidden in various parts of the East Palace, but now that he is in the sky, he has not lost his ability. In just one afternoon, he found almost all of Feng Yuan's treasures.

When Feng Yuan saw him, he was already drunk as mud and collapsed under the Mizhu tree, his face was blushing, and his clothes were untied. Feng Yuan looked at the dumped wine jar beside him, and a burst of anger rose from the bottom of his heart instantly.

The anger was a little inexplicable, he knew that he was not angry that his wine was stolen, but something else.

But he still hasn't figured out what it was, so he knelt down and raised his hand to poke the little monster's left cheek.

The moonlight passed through the gaps of the maze trees, leaving mottled bright spots on the ground. Xingru opened his eyes, his eyes were a little blurred. When he saw Feng Yuan in front of him, he tilted his head and blinked, then slowly smiled , he raised his hand to touch this person, he couldn't tell who he was, the star river was shining above his head, the moon and flowers were blooming in the distance, and the fragrance of flowers came with the wind, he was a little sad , asked him softly: "Why do you always make me sad now?"

Feng Yuan lowered his eyes to look at him, raised his hands in a strange way to gather the hair hanging from his forehead behind his ears, and said in a deep voice, "I don't have any."

Xingru thought for a while, nodded, and admitted: "You are right, you didn't."

After his words fell, a fiery red crown feather slowly fell from the top of his head, Feng Yuan subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it, but before the feather touched his palm, it was like that thin red thread, Turn into streamer.

Feng Yuan was slightly taken aback.

"I miss you."

Xingru leaned forward a little and stuck to his chest, he seemed to hear his heartbeat, as if at this time, he went back to many years ago.

He never wanted to make himself sad, he just forgot about himself.

Xingru closed his eyes, he sniffed, then suddenly raised two arms around Feng Yuan's neck, and put his head on his shoulder.

Feng Yuan wanted to push him away, but the moment he raised his hand, he felt some moisture in his neck, and his body froze.

I miss you so much, Your Highness.

I drank a lot of wine tonight, am I going to see you soon?