After the fake death, the big bosses rushed to treat me as a widow

The Phoenix Hall is huge, but there are not many things left that really belong to Rong Yi.

Phoenix loves beauty, and likes shiny and beautiful things. Gold, silver, jade, gem brocades have piled up in the warehouse.

"Weaver Girl, Tianzhi Mansion, Brahma, as well as Heavenly Emperor and Queen Mother of the West, will send new and expensive fabrics to the Phoenix Hall every month, and let Rongyi cut them so that they can be passed on. When Ming Xing first took office, He is very happy, and has to take out new clothes every day to try on. But later on, he likes to wear that one, pink and white." The old little dragon led other little dragons to flip through the warehouse, "It can be used as a salary. , Take it all and scatter around. If you can’t get it, pack it up and put it away, and record it in a list.”

The little dragons who usually roamed around remained silent, and there was a pale haze in the Five Trees and Six Flowers Field.

"Ming Xing died, they were the ones who killed them, why are they still here?" Several little dragons murmured, looking at Xiangli Feilu and Lan Xing on the other side.

Neither of them said a word, Xiangli Feilu lowered his eyes, looked haggard, and didn't know what he was thinking.He just sat there, as if his three souls and seven souls had been separated from his body, leaving only a body, like a walking dead.

He didn't seem to hear what the little dragons said.

Only Lan Xing's face was ashen, and he half-kneeled on the ground, constantly and in vain collecting those red-golden feathers that flew everywhere in the air and fluttered.Some were hidden in the snow, allowing him to grab one or two of them, but more of them fluttered out of the plain of five trees and six flowers, lost among the clouds, and flew to the three thousand realms of the mortal world.

His hands were red from the cold in the snow, his expression was no longer the obedient and gentle one he pretended to be, his body was shaking violently, the space in his heart tightened, and the pain that had gone away from him came back again—those things that happened again and again. A pain that pushed him to the abyss of death.He seems to have returned to Qingyue Town, back to the boy who had nothing. In the heavy rain, he supported the wall and tried his best to straighten his back in the severe pain. The rain wetted his eyelashes and his breathing was chaotic, but he would never again Someone appeared in front of him humming a tune, bent down like a reward, and spoke to him.

"Actually, everyone, you don't have to be so harsh on yourself, so sad." The old Xiaolong commented objectively and fairly. He has been with Rong Yi for the longest time and is the oldest little guardian spirit around Rong Yi. There is no close relationship with Ming Xing, but he came here for the Phoenix Bone, so there is no need to be like this. The people who really care about Ming Xing are not as good as his own friends. Although Yue Lao and Bai Ze Shangshen are far away, It is sincerely planned for Ming Xing."

All the things in the Phoenix Palace are being cleared out gradually, and the five trees and six flowers are gradually filled with people.The news of Ming Xing's death has not yet spread, but Ming Xing is in the sky, and someone always notices that the star is missing, so they come to ask.More little dragons gathered outside to block people, so as not to make the scene too chaotic.

"Don't take away his things." Lan Xing said hoarsely.

He held the last phoenix feather he found in his palm, trembling slightly.

If all these were taken away, what was left for Rong Yi?

The old Xiaolong's tone was mocking: "You want it?"

"Give it to me, I want to stay, he will come back, he will come back." Lan Xing murmured, "There will be a way, I can find him, no matter what happens after Phoenix's death, reincarnation, three souls and seven souls , I will get it back. I will definitely..."

He didn't continue talking.

Xiangli Feilu was still sitting beside him.

"what is this?"

A little dragon turned over the head of the bed with its paws, and took away the quilt and pillows. There were a lot of messy things under the mattress, including a long time ago, a large roll of scattered papers, and a few pieces of quilts. Flattened sugar cubes.

Rong Yi has a bad habit of hiding things at the head of the bed and under the bed, and also has a habit of writing and drawing casually when she is bored.These papers have turned yellow and become brittle, and they have been stored here in the Phoenix Palace for a long time.

Lan Xing picked it up and saw that there were some ghostly symbols drawn on it in a mess, and some boring words, probably even Rong Yi herself couldn't remember it.

——"I accepted a little apprentice today! I can actually have my own apprentice! And he is so obedient and so good-looking! I must bring this news to Buddha."

——"Today's Lianshi is unpalatable. Tell Xiaolong not to go to that bamboo forest to pick Lianshi. I want to drink the fruit juice made by Buddha, but Xiaolong can't do it. I can't do it myself."

——"Xin Xin Xin, why doesn't Buddha write me a letter? If he is very busy and can only write one letter a day, then I should also receive 360 ​​five letters at a time..."

Lan Xing forced a smile, and casually threw the papers in Xiangli Feilu's direction. The papers fell all over the sky, fell in front of Xiangli Feilu, and brushed his cheek.

"yours."

For him, these sentences were already a hundred years ago, and the ink marks are still fresh. They stay here, as if they want to pull him into the past that he has long since dusted up at this very moment.

Everything is good, everything is just beginning, although it is difficult, but the two hearts are stuck together.

Xiangli Feilu stood up slowly.

Old Xiaolong looked at him, and Lan Xing also looked at him.

"Aren't you going with something?"

Xiangli Feilu didn't seem to hear.He didn't even glance at the papers in front of him.

He only said one sentence: "That man is the self-born devil in the Kunlun Abyss, isn't he?"

Xiangli Feilu raised his head, and there was some dark red in his green eyes, which made people startled.

Behind the crowd, the Twelve Ming Kings walked in slowly, and Jundali Daming King walked in front, and said in a low voice, "Buddha, return to your throne."

Xiangli Feilu still didn't answer, he stretched out his hand, the wooden sword in his hand suddenly filled with the sound of wind, filled with Dharma and devil energy, and plunged straight into the ground!

The wind and waves surged like ripples, shaking the tall doors and windows of the palace to rustle.Under the storm, everyone could see that some subtle traces appeared in the palace, and the aura that Rong Qiu left in the hall was restored by the magic, showing the location and time of Rong Qiu's departure.

"Could it be that you..." King Jundali Daming's complexion changed, and before he could speak to persuade, Xiangli Feilu had already brushed off the crowd and stepped out with his sword in hand.

"Buddhist, why bother! You have spent so many years guarding the Jiang country, and now you have finally ascended—that person is a demon, and the whereabouts of demons are the most difficult to trace! Where are you going to find if you look like this? "