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

Phoenix's snoring sound was still the same as before, like a whistle blowing from time to time.

Xiangli Feilu raised his eyes again, and saw that the phoenix nest on the table was gone, perhaps it was put away by Rong Yi with some magic weapon.

With a slight movement, he pulled out his hand slightly, and his snoring stopped immediately, and he hummed dissatisfiedly as if he was disturbed, and continued after a while.

The room was very quiet, and the people of Qingyue Town provided them with the best charcoal fire. The fire made the inside very warm, and the place occupied by the phoenix was filled with warmth, and the fragrance of flowers and sandalwood lingered around the tip of the nose.

Outside, there were faint footsteps of priests patrolling, and conversations in low voices.

Xiangli Feilu gently supported the phoenix with the other hand, and slowly stood up.

He hugged him with one hand, and the fluffy phoenix in his arms sensed the heat dissipating in his dream, and tightened it tightly into his arms with a sense of urgency. Its elegant and slender neck rolled over and hung around his shoulders.

He got up and walked to the bed, gently trying to take him off him.

The phoenix's fur is soft and smooth, and a little slippery, it will come down as soon as you stroke it, and it won't hang, but as soon as he brushes it away, he stretches his neck and curls up again in a daze.

Xiangli Feilu lowered his eyes, and patiently struggled with the phoenix, trying to put him on the bed.In the end, seeing Rong Yi seemed to be impatient, or unable to hold back—he was always pushed down by him.

The next moment, Xiangli Fei Lu's arms sank, and Rong Yi instantly turned back into a human body, and the young man's soft arms wrapped around his neck, rolling him into the couch together.

Xiangli Feilu knelt on the couch with one knee, managed to stabilize his figure, and was not pulled into it by him, but Rong Yi was dazed and a little awake.

He glanced at him with half-opened eyes, stretched reluctantly, and muttered: "It's easier to sleep on the bed, so come here too."

His words carried the tone he was accustomed to, a little careless and condescending, it was Mingxing's tone.

Xiangli Feilu was dragged by him, and lay stiffly beside him.

Rong Yi sighed in her dream, wrapped herself in the quilt and groped for the warm place, squeezed and squeezed into his arms again, her hands were still on his neck, her cheek was pressed against his.

Rong Yi's cheeks were slightly cool, her skin was soft and as thin as creamy fat.

In the bright red and narrow world on the side of the bed curtain, there seemed to be only light and soft, warm and dancing candlelight, and the slow breathing of the people around.

Maybe it was too comfortable and easy, the drowsiness surged at this moment, and Xiangli Feilu also closed his eyes uncontrollably at this moment.

He vaguely had a thought, wondering if the phoenix had used a spell like hypnosis again, but he had already fallen into a deep sleep before the thought was finished.

Cheek to cheek, fingertips to fingertips, completely stable.He was not used to this kind of bold and defenseless touch before, but now he can only get used to it slowly.

Only Rong Yi's place, he never came to check it, Ming Xing's place is the safest place.

He has been working day and night for some time. Before that, he spent his mana to make an enchantment for the royal city, and then he used his mana to make medicine, make a phoenix nest, and then inspect the priest's dock. He has never had a chance to rest.

The water vapor filled the air outside, and the scar on his wrist was still aching, and he didn't let him go in his dream.

The wound was discovered by Xiang Lihong, and he brought medicinal herbs and urged mana to heal him. However, the power of karma is too strong, and every time he sees the wound heal, the wound will burst and ooze blood in an instant after he stops casting the spell. , I can only wrap it with gauze.

Xiang Lihong asked him what happened, and he only said, "It was an accidental wound while exorcising demons before coming here."

He dreamed of himself in the darkness again, only this time he was no longer sitting in the darkness, and the bird in his arms disappeared.

He looked up at the sky, only to see the black hole in the sky, the stars were like buckets, as if they were within reach, but extremely far away.Only that kind of darkness is palpitating, like the silence of death, the sky is like a heavy coffin board, and there is nothing in the world except him.

The last thing he dreamed was a voice, which didn't belong to anyone he was familiar with. The voice was cold and deep, and he couldn't distinguish between male and female. He giggled and said, "Xiangli Feilu, King Peacock Daming is dead, and no one will help you from now on. Dharma protector, in the past you, the country of Jiang, was as impregnable as gold, but now you stand alone, what can you do to me!"

He subconsciously knew that he was being haunted.

His mana was seriously depleted and he had no defenses. He held his breath in his dream, trying to fight against the monster power that took advantage of the situation, but before he could gather his energy, he heard the shrill scream again: "Phoenix— —How could there be a phoenix here—”

Xiangli Feilu's body lightened, his spiritual state came to him, and he suddenly turned over from the bed and sat up, already covered in cold sweat, and his black forehead hair was slightly wet.

Rong Yi still hugged his arm, and rubbed it dissatisfied, her voice was hoarse and soft: "What's wrong?"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door: "Master? Master? Master, are you there? Please come out quickly. Something happened! Something happened to Mr. Xianglihong!"

The priest lit the fire, and the lights outside were brightly lit in an instant, and the footsteps sounded like drums. He got up together, and because Rong Yi was holding his arm, she was dragged and rolled on the bed, and finally woke up: "You won't sleep with me?" Yet?"

Rong Yi glanced at him, frowned suddenly, and reached out to touch his brows: "Your Yintang has a dark blue color, with a ghostly aura, have you just been invaded by a ghost?"

Xiangli Fei Lu hurried away, and subconsciously waved his hand away: "It's okay."

It wasn't until Rong Yi tilted his head that he realized that his tone was wrong, so he could only add as gently as possible: "God, please rest well."

He lifted the Qingyue Sword and hurried out the door.

"Where's Master?" Xiangli Feilu's voice was calm, without any emotion. The more he got to this point, the more calm and calm he asked, "What's going on?"

No one answered him, only the skinny child among the priests was trembling, holding back tears and pointing to him: "Master Xiangli is fine, but Mistress..."

The courtyard was filled with a thick smell of blood, and the rain was getting heavier. Xianglihong was half kneeling on the ground, leaning on a cane in one hand, which was deeply inserted into the soil, his knuckles were trembling and turning white, and he was holding his chest in the other hand. A woman who lost her breath.

The woman's face was terrified, a big hole was cut in her chest, the blood had already drained, and there were only a few streaks of light red blood in the grass, so pale that it was almost invisible.She looked thin and frail, and she was quiet and elegant everywhere.

Xiangli Feilu has only met her a few times, and he only remembers that she was always sick, and that she smiled curiously and slightly shyly when she looked at him and Rongyi.

Xiangli Feilu didn't speak either, he just stood there for a while, and then someone brought up an umbrella, he took it, bent and half knelt down, and covered Xianglihong's head.

Xianglihong was drenched, even his eyelashes were covered with rain, Xiangli Feilu put down his umbrella to help him, but he pushed him away.

Xianglihong's face suddenly changed, he stood up reluctantly with a cane, and his voice was hoarse and ugly: "No, I can still walk—I will walk by myself!"

He stood up, took a few steps, and suddenly fell down.

Like a statue washed by the rain, it finally collapsed and dispersed at this moment.

The priests nearby rushed up to support him.

"Send Xiangli-sama back to his room, and put away his wife's body first. The rest of you should stay where they should be. Don't say anything about this matter, lest everyone worry."

The priests leaned over and lowered their heads: "Yes."

Xiangli Feilu raised his eyes, and looked at Xianglihong's back quietly—if he had not suffered from bone disease and needed crutches, Xianglihong was actually still in his prime, but at this moment, he seemed to have aged more than ten years all of a sudden. age.

In the past, he couldn't imagine what he would look like when he was old, just like all children couldn't imagine that his father's image would slowly collapse with the years.

Before he walked over the bluestone steps of the pagoda over and over again, someone took him by the hand, showed him the long night of the capital city, and the lights of thousands of houses, and took him to see the mountains and rivers with his sword, blocking all the people in the world. behind them.

When he set foot on the top of the pagoda for the first time and saw the flames of the imperial guards on the tower and the noise in the market below the pagoda, he understood this feeling at that moment—this kind of protection was unreasonable.

He is a layman, and he will be a layman for the rest of his life, unable to become a Buddha, because from that moment he knew that there was already the deepest obstacle in his heart.

The heavy rain drenched, and the clothes were wet.

—if he had just woken up.

——If he reacted faster, he wouldn't be trapped by that ghost.

Is there any room for change in all this?

"Is this your umbrella? It's different from last time."

After the crowd dispersed, he heard the voice of a young man behind him.

Rong Yi woke up and ran out, squatting on the ground, looking at the umbrella handed by the priest.

He doesn't care about what happened in the courtyard just now, he only has eyes on what he thinks is fun and interesting.

People in the world would draw all kinds of patterns on things like umbrellas to shelter from the rain, which made him feel very novel.

When Xiangli Feilu brought him to Qingyue Town, what he brought was a paper umbrella with a white background dotted with ink, but now this one is red.

Rong Yi likes this kind of red, this kind of red can pierce the damp and dark blue of Qingyue Town, he has observed that it is used to hide from the rain, because people can't avoid water, but he still picked it up, Ask him: "What is this for? If it is for shelter from the rain, why don't you use it to keep out the rain? If you can also avoid the rain like you, then why do so many people use umbrellas?"

"If you don't hide from the rain, you will be cold, God." Xiangli Feilu answered him after a long time, his green eyes reflected his shadow, and his voice was very soft. "People are born, old, sick and die."

The rain soaked his shoulders, and there was a large swath of water color on the black skirt.

"Then rain will make people old." Rong Yi also looked towards the crowded place, "Your master is getting old, and his lifespan is shortening."

He tilted his head to look at him again: "But you didn't."

"No, God, rain doesn't make people grow old." Xiangli Feilu said, "It makes people sick."

"I understand."

Rong Yi straightened up and opened the umbrella in her hand, covering her eyes with red.

He suddenly approached, reached out to hold his cold knuckles, and raised an umbrella over his head: "I'll give you an umbrella, so you don't get sick."