Birdseye

He raised his paws and pulled the skirt of Feng Yuan's chest, then lowered his head and kissed Feng Yuan's heart.

"It doesn't hurt, Your Highness, it won't hurt," Xingru stretched out her bright yellow paws, and gently cut a long gash there, and soon after, bright red blood seeped out from there, Xingru A few fireflies sprouted from the tail feathers behind him, and those fireflies flew above Feng Yuan's head, shaking down more fireflies.

"I'll send you a dream. When you wake up from the dream, everything will be over."

His voice was a little hoarse.

But Feng Yuan was still lying there quietly, neither angry nor painful.

Xingru lowered his head, he carefully pecked open the flesh below the opening, once, twice, three times, more and more blood gushed out from the wound, dyeing his snow-white inner clothes bright red , and gradually dyed the bedding under the bed red.

In Wangyou Palace, the yellow gauze swayed gently with the breeze behind the mica screen. Behind the mica screen, there were flowers and plants blooming one after another. Farther away, there was another warm pool with steaming water and hazy clouds.

The world was so still that even a breath seemed noisy.

He tore open his flesh, tasted his blood, and finally, he saw his heart.

He once said that if one day His Highness no longer wanted him, he would cut his heart out.

His Highness accepted him, but in the end he was not wanted.

This is a piece of karma owed by Feng Yuan when he went down to earth to endure calamities.

Since then, they have been inseparable from each other.

Tears slipped from Xingru's eyes and sank into Fengyuan's ventricle. The heart was beating and beating, and it would not stop for tens of thousands of years.

Xingru lowered his head, rubbed against his chin, and then lay on his body sadly. He didn't know when he would wake up again, and when he woke up, would he still say those hurtful words.

A sound of footsteps sounded from far and near behind him, Xingru raised his head and took human form, still sitting beside Feng Yuan's bed, without turning his head,

Xi Gu looked at the mess in front of him, there was a long gash in the chest of God Feng Yuan, and the quilt under the bed was soaked in his blood, but Xi Gu was not surprised, and even laughed out loud. For example: "Give me a little bit of Shangshen's hard work, and I will help you conceal everything you did in Wangyou Palace today, and I promise that no one will know."

Xingru finally turned her head to look at him, with no expression on her face, she just asked him: "Do you want his heart and soul?"

Xi Gu hummed, lowered his head shyly, and said, "I just want a little."

Xingru suddenly laughed, his eyes were dim, and there was a mockery in his eyes, he asked him: "Xi Gu, do you think that I lived for a hundred years completely relying on Chu Sang when I was in the heartless sea?"

When Xi Gu heard Xingru say this, he knew that Xingru was unwilling. He moved his lips, but before he could speak, he heard Xingru say again: "Feng Yuan can eliminate the dream barrier for you, so you think Can I escape from the mist of the imaginary sea forever, and never fall into that kind of pain again? Or do you think that Feng Yuan really owes you something after you have been Feng Yuan's apprentice for a while?"

After Xingru's voice fell, he raised his hand, and Xi Gu's body suddenly ignited a raging fire. Xi Gu was startled, and he subconsciously wanted to get out of the fire, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was burned by the fire, even The spiritual power on his body can no longer be exerted.

"You... when can you use this fire?"

Xingru waved his hand lightly, and the fire around Xigu was a little brighter than before, he said coldly: "When I can use this fire, it has nothing to do with you."

Xi Gu knew that it would be bad if it fell into Xingru's hands today. He originally wanted to come here to steal some of his heart. He stayed by Feng Yuan's side for so long because of this, but at this time he was imprisoned here by Xingru. He turned around and wanted to shout for help outside the door, but with a swipe of Xingru's hand, Wangyou Palace added a restriction, even if he shouted out his throat, no one would hear him.

Xingru smiled slightly at him, and said: "You probably haven't seen your dream barrier in the mist of the illusion sea for a long time, and you forgot the feeling. Today I will take you to see it again."

Xi Gu faintly knew what Xingru wanted to do, his eyes showed fear, and before he had time to think about anything else, a deserted mound suddenly appeared in front of him, and the world dimmed at this moment, he stood where he was, not daring to move , ossified into a stone soaked in blood and tears, forever silent.

That was many, many years ago.

He wasn't a monster back then.

He was abandoned by his parents shortly after he was born and became an orphan. It was the master who picked him up, provided him with food and clothing, and raised him. The two of them depended on each other for many years, but in the end he abandoned that person and betrayed him.

When he came back again, he saw that the man's bones had been bitten badly by wild beasts on the Qianli Desolate Tomb. He drove the wild beasts away like crazy, knelt on the ground, hugged his broken flesh and bones, and called out. Looking at his master, there was blood in his throat, but his eyes still couldn't shed tears.

He knew it was wrong, he already knew it was wrong.

But the man would never open his eyes to look at him again, and never forgive him.

The sky and the earth are dark, the wind and rain are blowing, and a few jackdaws are standing on the branches, their voices are hoarse, and their sorrow is endless.

With him on his back, he walked from outside Sifang City to the foot of Yunxia Mountain, and then walked along the snow-white stone steps to the top of Yunxia Mountain step by step.

Blood dripped from his body onto the ground.

Power, status, wealth... He doesn't want anything anymore, he just wants him back.

Looking back, he has come a long way, he has gone many years.

But no matter how much he begged to heaven and earth, he would never see him again.

So he endured the pain of skin and bone, and turned himself from a human to a demon, only wanting to live longer, and begging to see him again one day in the future.

He just wanted a little bit of Shangshen's heart and soul, as long as a little was enough, then he would have a way to find him.

Xi Gu staggered and knelt down on the ground, the tears that had never been shed hundreds of years ago finally flowed like a torrential downpour, which would never end in this lifetime.

Xingru ignored him, he gently raised his hand to brush over Feng Yuan's body, and the blood stains on the bedding and clothes disappeared, but the wound on his chest would not heal for a while, so he found a handkerchief , cleaned up all the blood around Feng Yuan's wound, wiped his hands again, put away the handkerchief, turned around, slowly stood up from the bed, and walked towards Xi Gu.

He did not know why his spiritual power was extremely strong today, and when he came in front of Xi Gu, he forced him to show his original shape.

Xingru looked down at the rabbit who was still weeping in the fire, and couldn't feel any pity in his heart. He smiled and said coldly: "Perhaps back then, Chu Sang and I should have roasted you and eaten you in the heartless sea. gone."

Xi Gu was still immersed in his nightmare and did not hear Xingru's words. The tears in his eyes were mixed with some blood, turned pink, and fell to the ground, as if a few acacias had bloomed.

"But it's not too late, I don't have any condiments on hand today, and there are still a few jars of good wine here in Feng Yuan, so it's not bad to just drink the wine with the original flavor."

After Xingru finished speaking, a white light flashed, and he had an extra dagger in his hand, and looked down, the snow-white blade reflected his appearance at this time, he suddenly regretted it, he should have done this long ago.

He stepped into the fire, squatted down and wanted to grab the rabbit on the ground, but before he touched his ears, the dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"stop!"

Xingru was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, only to see that God Mengshu broke the restriction he had just left outside Wangyou Palace, and he raised his hand to extinguish the fire around Xigu.

After all, it was still a step too late.

In an instant Xingru changed into its original form, the huge Rakshasa bird spread its fiery red wings, raised its head to the sky and let out a long cry, the voice was mournful and shrill, it rushed towards Mengshu, Mengshu raised his hand to block, but the Rakshasa bird It just passed over his head and didn't hurt him.

The bird didn't leave immediately after going out, but hovered outside Wangyou Palace for a long time.

Finally, he looked back for one last time.

This was probably the last time he would see him in this life.

Your Highness, if you forget me, I will forget you too.

How could Mengshu allow him to come and go freely like this, but before he could use his spells, he was stopped by Si Quan beside him, so he could only watch Xing Ru go away, and he stared at Si Quan beside him. Quan, asked him: "That's the Rakshasa bird from the devil world, why are you stopping me?"

Si Quan lowered his eyes, without explaining, he just said: "Let's see how Feng Yuan is doing now."

Mengshu saw that he couldn't catch up with the Rakshasa bird, so he could only follow what Si Quan said, sighed and mentioned Xigu who was still in the dream barrier on the ground, walked to the bed, and glanced at Feng Yuan on the bed. , Surprised: "His inner demon seems to be gone, did Xi Gu help him with this karma? But what happened to his chest with such a big hole?"

Siquan Shangshen stood aside, looked at the hideous wound on Feng Yuan's chest, and said nothing.

The water is gurgling beside the warm pool, the huge mica screen is facing the light shadow of the glazed palace lanterns, the gorgeous peacock is looking up and I don’t know where to look, a sudden gust of wind outside shakes the fan tree outside the hall. With a loud sound, it blew off a few branches of Duheng grass under the tree, and the fragrance was extremely cold and faint.

The stars are flying in the nine heavens, their long tail feathers seem to scatter down like a stream of light, the turbulent clouds reflect the long day, and most of the peach blossoms in Qiantaoyuan have faded in the strong wind.

He cut the heart of God today.

After the High God who was in charge of the laws of the heavens woke up, he thought it would be the same as before, and he was going to be dealt with according to the laws of heaven. This time, he would either go to the Heartless Sea, or fall into the Nine Nethers. Perhaps, his soul should be scattered. is.

He couldn't bear it anymore, and he didn't want to be in pain anymore. The happiness in his life seemed to have been exhausted.

He would rather forget everything, and then bear everything he gave.