Zhong Ai Qingqing

The attendant hurriedly knocked on the door of the Siyi Hall, and Boying Xiaolu yawned and opened the door.

Everything was silent, but the doctor's hall was brightly lit.The old osmanthus tree in the courtyard wrinkled its canopy and shook its head, counting which one it is today, and the little fairies in the doctor's hall were all very busy.

Ganoderma lucidum dragged the ginseng and lay in the crack of the door to watch the immortals at work. When everyone was not paying attention, she slipped in the door hand in hand, stood on tiptoe and stretched out her fat little finger to poke the pale-faced injured immortal. The little guy got up and walked back to the medicine garden with a tiger face.

Zhong Ai ordered Xiaoxian to bandage the injured fairy's wound, and poured a decoction.

Seeing that he looked tired, Bo Ying thoughtfully brought the sweet lotus seed soup and put it on the small mica table beside him.The doctor's god raised his head and called him: "Lu Zi."

The handsome young man in yellow turned around holding the cypress tray, his big, ignorant eyes were soft and cute: "Master? Do you want to take the medicine?"

"No." The silver-haired God rubbed the tense brows, sat on the futon, picked up the lotus seed soup, scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth, and said vaguely with a baby face: "Go and rest. I won't meet with you tomorrow." Is Little Bird making an appointment to go to Yaochi?"

".."

"Go to sleep, Xiangfeng came to me specially to ask you for leave." Zhong Ai slowly ate the lotus soup, and said understandingly.

Bo Ying looked disdainful, but the corners of her cherry red mouth rose quietly: "I won't go with him."

"I know, I know, let's go back and rest." Siyi Shangshen squinted his peach blossom eyes, smiled and drove him back to the room to sleep.

The young man looked at the yawning face of his god with his mouth covered, and retreated with lowered eyes while holding the tray.

Having received so many injured patients recently, I was really a bit tired. When there was no one around, Zhong Ai beat his arm with pantothenic acid.

He was lying on the small table and yawning, his long silver hair was hanging down, and some mischievous strands stuck to his cheeks. He tried his best to open his peach blossom eyes to see the lush medicine field under the pavilion, where there were some faint fireflies dancing freely in it. The butterfly-like silver eyelashes fluttered and drooped, his eyes gradually blurred, and sleep breathed from his nose.

Half asleep and half awake, there was a slender black figure standing in front of him. Zhong Ai was in a daze of sleep, but he couldn't open his eyes because of sleepiness. He felt that the person was getting closer and closer, with a familiar but cold aura on him. After looking at him for a long time, he stretched out his hand to brush away the silver hair sticking to his cheek, and when his cold fingertips touched the soft cheek, he hesitated.

There is the crisp sound of clanging jade stones colliding.

Who?

who is it?

The silver-haired god half-opened his peach blossom eyes, and looked at the empty front with closed eyes, the fireflies were flickering, only the night wind gently blew the medicine fields under the jade steps, waves of dark green waves.

In the distance, two small fairies came out from the corridor, whispering one after the other, walking with lanterns, bowed down, and continued to go back to the glazed lanterns in the pavilion.

Zhong Ai yawned: "Then what happened to the Penglai Immortal Lord sent today?"

"God, it's much better. Master Bo Ying has ordered to take the decoction on time."

"Well, back off."

Zhong Ai waved Xiaoxian away, wondering if he should go back to rest, touched his waist with his hand, but found that something was missing, Ruyi, the medicine sachet was still there, only one thing was missing.

yes. .The dragon scale is the dragon scale of the little demon.

It wasn't just a dream, that person, it must be that person, took away the only thought between me and Longsu!

Si Yi closed his eyes and stood in front of the pavilion, taking a deep breath.

The next day, the celestial attendant from the 99th Heaven sitting on a white-winged crane landed in front of the Temple of Siyi, and said that Emperor Dongfu summoned him.

The doctor raised his silver eyebrows suspiciously, because it was not the time to deliver the wound medicine to the young master, and there were no rare medicines out of the medicine furnace in the past few days.But he still tidied up his clothes and Yuguan Tengyun followed the expressionless emissary.

Up to the Heavenly Palace, the bright red figure in the hall first turned around and smiled, the fox's winking eyes were bright and lazy: "Hey, long time no see, little doctor."

"Demon... Demon Lord?" Zhong Ai felt a pain in his head, why is this guy here?He still remembered how much physical and mental torture he had to endure every day when the two of them worked together.Those who can survive by the demon lord's side must be hard-working and capable people.Afterwards, every time I come to this Heavenly Palace, I have to avoid this person. God knows how this narrow-minded fox remembered that he bit him when he was in a hurry in the lower realm.He waved his sleeves and bowed: "How are you doing recently?"

"Very good, very good." The demon master carelessly leaned halfway on the soft bed specially set up for him by Emperor Dongfu. The large square pillow with fine feathers and feathers was very comfortable. The demon master opened his lips and took a sip of the fragrant tea brought by the fox attendant , Half-closed his foxy eyes and said: "Is your emperor asking you to do something? Don't worry about me, I'm just here to drop by."

The emperor on the main seat ignored him and just showed a gentle smile: "Zhongqing, there is no need to be formal, today I just want you to see someone."

"Oh?" Zhong Ai looked at the two gods sitting up.

"Cunning, so you came up with this idea." The demon master snorted, then curled his lips knowingly.

Emperor Dongfu ignored his clamor, and signaled to the immortal attendant beside him, who clapped his hands, and the little immortal followed the rules step by step to take the two of them.

"Xiaolong and Feng Ao, the young master of the Phoenix Clan, have seen our Lord, the Emperor, and the God."

The Dragon King bowed in fear to the three gods.Behind him was a man wearing a black and silver mask.

The man was tall and tall, with a cool and handsome demeanor. He was covered by a cloak as thick as ink, and the mask covered most of his face, only his chin and thin lips were exposed.Through the mask as thin as a jade shell, a pair of long and narrow golden-red phoenix eyes swept across the crowd indifferently.He folded his left and right hands, and saluted everyone solemnly and distantly.Three circles of cloud-colored ropes were wrapped around the inner sleeve, and a string of agate and red jade and seven-color brocade feathers representing the monarch of the Phoenix clan hung down.

"Little Fenghuang, you, take off the mask and show it to our medical doctor." The demon master leaned on the couch quite interestingly, and lazily ordered.

"Xiao." The young master of the Phoenix clan nodded to Cangxi, brushed his jade-like fingers over his face, and the string of red jade phoenix feathers on his wrist jingled, and then raised his head, and the golden-red narrow and long phoenix eyes swept over. , that appearance is clearly the appearance of Longsu back then.

However, if Long Su is a handsome young man of sixteen or seventeen, Feng Ao is an adult man of twenty-two or three.

He never thought that Long Su would have such a cold and bewitching appearance when he grew up.

"How? Zhongqing? Do you feel like an old friend?"

"This. Yes. Little demon...?"

Si Yi took a step back in disbelief, but he couldn't bear to look away from Feng Ao's peachy eyes.

"I've seen it, God." The young master of the Feng clan still bowed to Zhong Ai according to the etiquette, stood beside the Dragon King coldly, pressed his chest, frowned, and suddenly pursed his thin lips and smiled contemptuously: "So , God has taken my heart."

Zhong Ai withdrew his nostalgic eyes, woke up, and looked at the cuffs with a few jingling red jade in his eyes: "It turns out that you were the one who took away the dragon scales of my little demon."

16

It turned out that fortunately, the Dragon King brought the treasure of the Phoenix clan in time that day, and saved Long Su's remnant soul.And because he was the unique mottled child in this world, after the Dragon King brought him back, he poured out the power of the dragon and phoenix clans, and with the help of the demon master, the little dragon Su was able to survive, died with the body of the dragon, and died with the flames of the phoenix. Rebirth.

The token of love given to the Dragon King by the princess of the Phoenix Clan in the past is now used to protect the life of the two of his sons. It can be seen that the cycle of cause and effect has its own definite number.

Today, he is no longer the mottled son, but has inherited his status as the mother of the Feng clan, and has become the young master of the Feng clan under one monster and above ten thousand monsters, in charge of the power of the Feng clan.

However, after his rebirth, he was always the unintentional person. There was always a warm breath in other people's chests, but his chest was empty.Along with some due blood, all due emotions dissipated.

Is the reborn Longsu still Longsu?

In the doctor's hall, a certain doctor's god sat blankly in the medicine room, holding a box of viburnum freshly brought in by Xiaoxian in his hand, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.That little demon who is as simple as an ordinary human race in the world, but does everything by himself, taciturn, gentle, virtuous, and occasionally willful.

He habitually grasped the scales on Ruyi's waist, and the place where he stretched out his hands was empty.Thinking of the Phoenix clan kid taking that piece of dragon scale away from him without making a sound, he couldn't help gnashing his teeth again. That proud little phoenix, neither big nor small, with no eyesight, cold and irritating, was irritating. He won't admit that the little bird is the reincarnation of Longsu Xiaoyao! ! ! !

At the same time, the newly succeeded young master of the Phoenix Clan, Feng Ao, was playing with the dragon scale. His hand felt cold, and he held it in his palm. He closed his phoenix eyes and sensed carefully: In the middle of the night, the silver-haired god opened his slightly drunken peach blossom eyes, Big drops of crystal tears fell on the scales, holding the dragon scales in his hands, rubbing his tender baby face against the dragon scales, murmuring Long Su's name in his mouth.

Feng Ao settled down, resisting the involuntary desire to embrace the figure in his arms, and put away the dragon scales, as if the immersive picture dissipated, he took a deep breath, and took the hot mouth again. Exhale slowly, looking at the clouds with fiery golden eyes, how many times in the sky, there is that silver-haired, peach-eyed God, called Zhong Ai, right?

"Zhong Ai..."

Even he himself didn't realize how gentle, low and pleasant his voice was when he inadvertently exhaled these two words.

The next day, the two met unexpectedly on the steps of the sky.

"Little demon." Zhong Ai first saw him on the opposite side, and wanted to call him, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back in a circle, seeing clearly, that was the class enemy Xiao Fenghuang, not your wife!

With this realization, Si Yi Shangshen kept his baby face, and put on a high-cold manner of Shangshen, pretending that he hadn't seen him and was about to pass by.

"God is alright?" Little Phoenix waved back