Xingjun, he is a heartthrob

"Who are you talking about?"

Above the Golden Temple, Chicheng, the deity of the Garuda tribe, was studying intently with one of his feathers, picked up and put down the scissors in his hand, and asked again with a frown.

"Shenglan Xingjun." The boy replied calmly.

"Not seen." Waving his sleeves, Chicheng blew on the feather, "By the way, why did you bring him here? Who summoned you?"

"Yes..." The boy thought for a while, "The god said that he would never want to see him until he died."

"You remember clearly." Chicheng's golden crown shook a few times, and said angrily: "Then you still obey his call?"

"God, calm down." The boy lowered his eyes, calm and composed, as if he expected that Chicheng would not really do anything to him.

Indeed, the thin noodles of the one outside, even the Golden Feather God Venerable, still have to save some points.

"Because of your loyalty, I'll forgive you." Sure enough, the corners of Chicheng's mouth twitched a few times, but he couldn't say any harsher words in the end.

"Thank you, God." The boy looked calm and was about to leave.

"By the way, what is the value of the things I made with the gold-winged feathers in the market?" Chicheng continued.

The little boy stood with his eyes downcast for a while, then stepped forward, took out something from his bosom, and handed it to Chicheng.

"Dang Bang! Bang Bang! Bang Bang!"

After three beeps, the little boy bowed his head and stepped back.

"Three gold coins?" Chicheng spread his palms, his eyes were as big as copper bells: "My thirty gold feather rings are worth three gold coins?!"

"The gods don't know that after wearing this golden feather ring, it won't improve the skill, so no one cares about it."

"It's worth three gold coins, it's already incredible."

As the little boy said, he raised his eyes to see that Chicheng's lips had changed from rosy to pale, and he couldn't help but sweat a little from his hands: "However, if the god uses this feather to make a golden feather arrow, it may become a priceless treasure that is hard to find."

"Spells and spells, you have to practice spells desperately." Seemingly out of breath, Chicheng spread his golden wings, flew back to the golden position behind, and sighed up to the sky: "Why do you have to be so powerful? Who do you want to beat? Could it be that you want to sit in my position?"

"Don't be annoyed by the gods, it's a good thing for everyone to work hard to practice spells."

"A good thing? What's a good thing? When we meet, we'll have a fight first and then talk about the old days. What's wrong with that? Why can't we eat, chat and drink tea in peace?" Chi Cheng lay down with his arms spread out, his nose uttering: "snort!"

The little boy picked up the feather, and retreated silently, letting Chicheng half lie on the chair, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"Shen Zun said he didn't see it." Outside, Sheng Lan Xingjun waited for a long time, and finally saw the little boy come out, before he asked, the little boy said first.

"What is he going crazy about?" Seeing the golden feather in the boy's hand, Qi Tang frowned and took a step forward impatiently.

Shenglan Xingjun held him back: "Do I really want to force my way?"

"Give this to him." After a pause, Qi Tang stopped walking forward, took out the golden feather arrow in his sleeve and handed it to the little boy: "I'll wait."

The little boy nodded and walked in without saying a word.

"God, Lord Sheng Lan Xing asked to see you again." Presenting the golden feather arrow, the little boy stood at the bottom of the steps, bowing very low, "He brought this."

"Golden Feather Arrow?" Seeing that arrow, Chicheng sat up suddenly: "I gave it to the Demon Fairy Dust Feather back then to thank her for saving her life, and later became the magic weapon of the Demon Fairy for generations, how did it end up in his hands?" inside?"

"Did he say he didn't say who the enchantress is?"

"Never said." The little boy's hand holding the arrow trembled slightly, but his voice was still calm and steady.

"Could it be stolen?" Frowning, Chicheng stretched out his hand, and the golden feather arrow returned to his hand: "Catch him in!"

As soon as he shouted in anger, two people flew down from the top of the hall.He was wearing golden armor with a solemn expression, and he took the order to go out without saying a word.

Jin Yuwei dispatched, that would be terrible!

The boy was startled, and hurriedly lowered his head to report: "Shen Zun think twice, the one outside... look at his posture, he will definitely not let Shen Zun hurt his friend at all."

After finishing speaking, he did not forget to quietly glance at the direction in which Jin Yuwei was leaving.

"Then tell him to come in!" Chicheng said with a "hush", flicked his sleeves fiercely, put away his golden wings, and said gloomily.

There was a faint sound of gnashing of teeth in the golden hall.

The Golden Feather Guard listened to the order, flashed his golden wings, flew away, and hid somewhere in the golden hall.

The little boy didn't say anything, the wind picked up on the soles of his feet, and he left the hall in a flash.It seemed that it wasn't him who was taking small steps and keeping his balance and balance just now.

Akagi scratched his hair angrily, and glanced outside the hall.

In the light of the golden feathers, the familiar person outside is still tall and straight, peerless and cold.

Standing next to him was a man in white, whose face could not be seen clearly, but standing with the other, he could faintly feel a trace of warmth and brightness.

Maybe it was because the contrast was too obvious, Chicheng felt that the black figure was a bit dazzling——more dazzling than any light in the Nine Heavens.

I haven't seen him in these years, but he is as arrogant and indifferent as ever. I don't know if he followed the Concubine Ji whom he wanted to protect with all his heart.

"I have seen the gods." Suddenly, Shenglan Xingjun spoke, interrupting Chicheng's thoughts.

He stood at the bottom, looking at Chicheng who was in a daze, and felt that the golden light filled Chicheng's whole body, which was extraordinarily dazzling, as if that kind of heat could melt all the ice and snow in the world.

He had only seen that feeling when he met Emperor Heguang.

He also knew something about the Golden-winged bird family - when the world first opened, the Golden-winged bird family also contributed a lot to slaying demons and demons.

In terms of merit, the Garuda family is not inferior to the Sage Emperor Mochen and Emperor Heguang.

It's just that later, the Garuda family requested that they be allowed to live in the Nine Heavens, and that the Garuda family be free on the grounds that they didn't like disputes and only care about world affairs.

Since then, the three leaders of the Garuda family have been conferred the titles of the Three Gods, leading the Garuda family to live in the Nine Heavens and no longer participating in the disputes of the Six Realms.

The three gods are the same as Emperor Heguang and Sage Emperor Weichen, but the Sage Emperor and the Emperor respect them very much. After all, the sacrifice of the Garuda family is obvious to all in the last battle between gods and demons before the conferment of the gods.

Hearing the voice, Chicheng came back to his senses, and looked at the man in white clothes and red horns below: "The real body of Shenglan Xingjun is originally a god beast husband, I'm sorry."

Shenglan Xingjun nodded slightly, waiting for him to continue.

"Where did you get that golden feather arrow?"

"Leave it to me, Yaoji Mallow, so that I can ask God for help when I encounter difficulties."

"You are Xingjun Shenglan of the Heaven Realm, and she is a demon girl. Since when did you have friendship?" Straight to the point, Chicheng's eyes flashed a hint of narrowness: "You won't tell me that little demon girl loves you, right?"

As soon as he saw Lord Sheng Lan Xing, his anger disappeared just now.

The eyes of the man below were pure and sincere, his face was neither humble nor overbearing, he looked bright and bold, and he was never mixed with the hypocrisy that disgusted him.

For a while, he still joked with him.

"Of course not." Sheng Lan Xingjun followed with a smile, "The demon concubine mallow has the ability to predict the future, and her original intention is to ask us to change the outcome of this war between gods and demons and save the common people in the world."

"However, the six realms are frozen, and Emperor Heguang is seriously injured. My strength alone is not enough to save the world. I hope the gods will help me."

After bowing his hands and saluting, Shenglan Xingjun's complexion suddenly became serious.

"A helping hand?" Chicheng turned his back and looked up at the pair of golden wings embedded in the wall in the middle of the hall: "Do you want my Garuda family to fly out of the ninth heaven and save the common people with you?"

"The situation in the lower realm, even though the gods are not out of the Jiuchongtian, they should know about it." Raising his head, Shenglan Xingjun followed Chicheng to look at the pair of golden wings: "I don't want the Garuda family to be able to fly. Out of the Nine Heavens, I only ask God to save Emperor Heguang."

"For the matter of saving the common people, when he wakes up, we will discuss with him..."

"You just said... who to save?" Chicheng interrupted Shenglan Xingjun.

Just when those two words flew into his ears and hurt his heart.

He felt his hands a little cold.

For thousands of years, his hands had never been so cold.

I just thought it was all over.

It's time for everything to pass.

But as soon as he appeared, even though his name was just uttered by others, I couldn't restrain the pain in my heart.

"Emperor Heguang." Sheng Lan Xingjun answered unhurriedly.

Every word pierces Chicheng's heart.

"Hahaha...hahahahahaha..." He suddenly laughed, and his eyes were filled with hatred in an instant: "I can save anyone in the sky and on earth, but I can never save him!"

"Otherwise, how can I be worthy of her?!" Pointing at the pair of wings that were still shining brightly, Chicheng's voice shook the entire hall as if it was about to split open.

Outside, a killing intent flashed in Qi Tang's eyes under his hat, and he clenched the golden feather in his hand.

"This is...?" In the main hall, Shenglan Xingjun looked at Chicheng puzzled, his eyes darting back and forth between the pair of golden wings and Chicheng.

"Do you know why my Garuda family lives in the Nine Heavens?" Asked and answered, Chicheng's gaze was on those wings, and he never left: "Back then, our Garuda family, Mochen, Heguang and the others worked together to kill demons and eliminate demons." , but spare no effort.”

Even if he didn't want to think about that memory, he was still forced to think about it.

He was already unwilling to talk about these things, but when he thought of Emperor Heguang, the resentment in his heart couldn't help rising.

Those words came out suddenly.

"However, during the final battle between gods and demons, He Guang's eyes became red, and..." Even though his heart hurts, his eyes almost turned red as he spoke, he still said in a trembling voice: "How dare you step forward and want to die?" Whoever wakes him up, my poor little sister will be killed as a monster!"

The golden hall is filled with boundless resentment and sorrow.

Shenglan Xingjun looked at those wings and remained silent.

This kind of tragic moment made him the most uncomfortable.

After all, he has never experienced Chicheng's heartache and sadness, and he has no qualifications to persuade him to let go of his hatred.

But he never believed that He Guang would be the kind of person who killed innocent people indiscriminately.

If he was that kind of cruel person, he would not be named the head of the temple of the gods, fighting for the common people in the world.