Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

Waking up to be hugged by Yan Luo, the most hated job, Fu Yuqiu was about to explode.

But it was probably because Feng Zhao's complexion was too ugly, even her eyelashes were condensed into frost, she seemed to be silent without moving, Fu Yuqiu hesitated, and tried to reach out her hand to feel Feng Zhao's breath.

Fortunately, I am angry.

Fu Yuqiu didn't know where she was, but she only remembered that she seemed to be injured.

Wei Wei sinks her spiritual consciousness into the inner palace, and finds that the scarred meridians have healed, only the tiny gaps can be vaguely seen.

Fu Yuqiu didn't want to stay in this place where people were freezing to death, and was struggling to get ashore.

Just as he moved, the hands around his waist suddenly tightened, forcing him to stay in place.

Feng Yan flicked her white eyelashes, slowly opened her brilliant golden pupils, and said calmly, "Don't move."

Fu Yuqiu was anxious: "Let go of me!"

What are you pretending to be dead?

Fu Yuqiu regretted that she was worried about his death just now.

die!

Feng Yan didn't speak, but still clasped his waist to keep him from moving.

Fenghuang also seldom speaks. At that time, Fu Yuqiu loved him as much as he thought, but Feng Yan's stinky temper, which can't make a fart with three sticks, is too annoying!

What kind of mystery are you playing? !

Fu Yuqiu was so angry that she stretched out her hand to the bottom of the water to break Feng's hand.

It's just that as soon as the paws were stretched into the water, they shivered from the cold.

Fu Yuqiu's eyes were about to pop out, why is the water so icy? !

The spiritual power of the Lingquan poured into Fu Yuqiu's spiritual veins, which almost made him ignore the coldness. At this moment, when he moved for a while, he felt the bone-piercing and almost numb coldness after a while.

Fu Yuqiu instinctively hid in Feng Yan's arms, but when he moved, he remembered Huo Yan Luo's identity, and immediately glared at him, smashing the jar and saying: "Let go of me, or I will peck you!"

Feng Yan: "..."

——As a grass, Fu Yuqiu has already accepted the identity of a bird very skillfully.

"You are injured." Feng Yan said succinctly, "Lingquan can heal your injuries."

Fu Yuqiu glared at him: "This Lingquan is so big, can you only heal it by sitting on your lap?"

Feng Yan: "..."

Feng Yan was silent for a long time, and slowly let go of the hands pinching Fu Yuqiu's waist.

Fu Yuqiu jumped out of his arms immediately, even though her teeth were chattering from the cold, she still struggled and ran eight zhang away, grabbing the rocks on the bank and watching Feng Hao vigilantly.

Feng Hao went ashore silently, the drenched water on his body was slowly evaporated by the Phoenix fire, turning into a wisp of white mist and dissipating, his clothes and long hair were instantly dry as before.

Fu Yuqiu held onto the bank with both hands, only showing a pair of eyes to look at him quietly.

Feng Yan walked away slowly.

Fu Yuqiu breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up and looked around, and found that this was a secluded pool, half of which was covered by a cave, and the other half of which was poured down by sunlight, shone on the Lingquan with sparkles.

Fu Yuqiu didn't want to believe Yan Luo's words at first, but while he was soaking in the cold spring water, there was a hint of warmth in the inner mansion from time to time, as if he was really healing his injuries.

He never struggled with his body, even if it was cold, he would still grind his teeth and soak in it.

After a while, there was a sound of gentle footsteps in the quiet cave.

Fu Yuqiu looked up vigilantly, and found that the living Yan Luo had gone and returned, holding a crystal jade bottle in his hand.

Fu Yuqiu became more and more courageous after being murdered once, but was not retaliated by the living Yan Luo twice, and immediately bared his teeth at him: "What are you doing here again?"

Feng Yan walked up to him and handed him the jade bottle.

"Elixir."

Fu Yuqiu didn't move, looking at him suspiciously.

Living Yan Luo to give himself the elixir?

Are you sure it's not the poison that sees blood and seals the throat?

Fu Yuqiu didn't dare to eat, and looked left and right: "Where is this?"

"Kunlun Mountain, Snow Deer Clan."

Feng Yan answered every question, probably felt that Fu Yuqiu didn't want to talk to him, so every sentence was concise and to the point, without half a word of nonsense.

Fu Yuqiu's face turned green when he heard about the Snow Deer Clan.

Just the Snow Deer who forced himself to blew himself up with Feng Beihe back then? !

Seeing Fu Yuqiu's repulsive look, Feng Yan also guessed what he was thinking, and gently put down the jade bottle, with a trace of imperceptible tenderness, said: "I have let the snow deer that is in the same flow with Fengbei River Xuesheng went to Huangquan to look for it, and will send it to you as soon as possible."

Fu Yuqiu frowned.

Sure enough, that snow deer was killed by Feng Beihe.

What a ruthless dog man.

But he quickly reacted, and raised his head in confusion: "Let me handle it?"

What's wrong, let me handle it?

Feng Hao said: "You don't hate him?"

Fu Yuqiu couldn't figure out what Feng Li's behavior seemed to please him, and he didn't want to use his hand to avenge his hatred, so he said, "He's dead."

Feng Hao said softly: "But his soul is still there."

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

So... want to have a crushing blow?

"There is also Feng Beihe..." Feng Yan said lightly, "He is also in Kunlun Mountain, I will take you to see him after your injury recovers."

Fu Yuqiu was silent for a long time, and the vigilance in his heart gradually disappeared.

Huo Yanluo is a high-ranking Ninth Heaven Immortal Venerable, even if it's just for fun, there's no need to bother about yourself, right?

Sensing that Fu Yuqiu's sharp thorns seemed to have softened a bit, Feng Li heaved a sigh of relief.

"Take the elixir first."

Fu Yuqiu tried to pick up the jade bottle and sniffed it.

The strong elixir aroma is also a little sweet.

Fu Yuqiu poured out a grain, pinched it with two fingers and looked left and right.

This seems to be... really a high-grade panacea.

Fu Yuqiu was caught in a tangle.

What exactly is Living Yama planning?

He tried every means to hide his identity to watch his jokes. Now that the truth has been exposed, he made such a gesture of atonement again...

Didn't he really laugh at himself?

Speaking of it, Fenghuang seemed to have hinted that his identity was abnormal many times at that time, so he almost told him the truth directly.

——But Fu Yuqiu trusted him too much, and didn't think about that at all.

And in the end, it was Fenghuang who didn't want to deceive him anymore and took the initiative to reveal his identity...

"I can't think about it anymore!" Fu Yuqiu shook his head violently, thinking to himself angrily, "If you keep thinking about it, I will think that Huo Yanluo really has a deep affection for me."

He, Fu Yuqiu, is not such a narcissistic grass.

Huo Yanluo has a noble status and a monstrous cultivation, so why bother caring so much about a blade of grass?

Must be an illusion.

Just when Fu Yuqiu's vigilance against Feng Yan was faltering, Feng Hao suddenly reached out, gently pinched the elixir on Fu Yuqiu's finger, and swallowed it without blinking.

"Non-toxic, don't worry."

Fu Yuqiu rubbed her fingers together, inexplicably embarrassed: "I...I don't."

He wanted to say that he had no doubts, but the behavior just now was completely a reaction of suspecting that the medicine was poison and refusing to take it in.

Feng Yan did this all the time, Fu Yuqiu didn't show any pretense anymore, poured out a elixir and put it in his mouth.

At the entrance of the elixir, a stream of spiritual power flows down the throat, quickly penetrates into the internal organs, and instantly heals the cracked meridians and inner palaces.

Fu Yuqiu finally felt better, supported the shore with her snow-white hands, and jumped out of the spiritual spring with her heavy body with a "chirp chirp".

——He is indeed used to being a bird, even in the form of a human being, sometimes he will "tweet" non-stop.

The top of Kunlun Mountain was already icy cold. After Fu Yuqiu came out of Lingquan, he was wet all over. He instinctively shook his head to get the water out, but he is not the original white sparrow now. The water in my hair splashed off.

A few strands of snow-white hair covered Fu Yuqiu's face, and some strands fell into his mouth.

Fu Yuqiu said "Bah bah" twice, his head was dizzy.

He was about to use his spiritual power to remove the moisture from his clothes and white hair, when he stretched out a bony hand from the side, and touched Fu Yuqiu's shoulder.

Fu Yuqiu heard a gust of wind whistling in his ears, blowing his hair back.

When she reacted, the feeling of being wet all over disappeared out of thin air, and Fu Yuqiu's snowy hair and robes, which were as dry as ever, fluttered slightly and were falling little by little.

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Fu Yuqiu looked strange.

Feng Yan has turned around and left, leaving only a back.

Seeing that fairy-like figure, Fu Yuqiu felt stunned for no reason.

He didn't care about anything else, and immediately ran after him with bare feet.

"stop!"

Feng Yan paused, and looked at him sideways.

Fu Yuqiu was taken aback by his action.

It's obviously just an ordinary sideways movement, but it is performed by Feng Li with a natural nobleness, like the ghost orchid that Fu Yuqiu saw once on the cliff of Wenyou Valley.

"Ghost Youlan" said lightly, "What?"

Seeing his indifferent appearance without any trace of a smile at all, Fu Yuqiu became more and more convinced that he was being self-indulgent.

That's a living hell!

How could the immortal who would set off birds as fireworks, condescendingly compensate him for cheating himself?

"You saved me this time." Fu Yuqiu said, "When I go back, I will definitely ask my brother to prepare a thank you gift."

No matter how stupid Fu Yuqiu is, he knows that his injury is not so easy to heal. It must be very difficult to bring him to the Snow Deer Clan in Kunlun Mountain for treatment even with his monstrous cultivation.

He always repays kindness with gratitude, even if the object is Huo Yanluo, an annoying person.

But one matter is another matter, and thanks are thanks, and the matter of coaxing him before was not over.

Fu Yuqiu made plans.

If it really doesn't work, just... just offset it a little bit, right?

But who knows that Feng Yan gave him a cold look, turned around and left.

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Fu Yuqiu actually saw the contempt of "I don't care for your little thank you?" from his eyes.

Fu Yuqiu was so angry that he chirped.

Is it great to be powerful? !

……wrong.

It seems really amazing.

Fu Yuqiu was going to be furious, and continued to catch up angrily.

"and many more!"

"Then what do you want? I don't want to owe favors..."

"My lord? My lord!"

Hearing the alienated "Your Majesty", Feng Yan walked faster, as if trying to avoid Fu Yuqiu on purpose.

Fu Yuqiu vaguely felt that something was wrong, recalling Feng Li's ugly face just now, and was about to catch up quickly, but didn't look at the road under his feet, when a "plop" came, kneeling down and bowing.

Fu Yuqiu let out a "hiss", and hurriedly hugged her "roots".

If it's a grassland, how many fragile whiskers can't be broken at once?

The road at the top of Kunlun Mountain was full of gravel and steep slopes. When Feng Yan heard the movement behind him, his footsteps trembled suddenly, and he instinctively turned back.

But when he moved, his tall figure suddenly froze, and a trace of blood slowly spilled from the corner of his lips.

Fu Yuqiu was feeling sorry for his roots, "hissing" non-stop, and closed his eyes to comfort himself: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

At this time, a tall figure enveloped his head.

Fu Yuqiu looked up in confusion.

Feng Yang went and came back again, with a calm expression on his face, eyes downcast and one knee on the ground.

"Let me see."

His posture was so natural that Fu Yuqiu let out an "oh" and instinctively kicked his legs into his arms.

Feng Yang grasped his ankles familiarly, and lifted his snow-white robe to look at his knees.

Fu Yuqiu was taken aback for a moment, not sure if it was because of a dream just now, or because the pain was too severe, Huo Yanluo knelt on one knee and held his ankle, and the movement of Huo Yanluo suddenly coincided with the scene in his memory a little bit.

"In Wenyou Valley after the rain, Fu Yuqiu was severely bitten by a poisonous snake.

It stands to reason that Fu Yuqiu is invulnerable to all poisons, even if a hundred snakes bite him, he will not be poisoned, but after being bitten on his calf, he became dizzy and even vomited blood.

The ugly man's eyes were red, and he was holding his bleeding calf with one knee in front of him, his hands shaking badly.

Fu Yuqiu howled with all his strength: "I was bitten by a snake! Am I going to die?!"

The man said, "No... no.""

Fu Yuqiu's legs suddenly shrank, and she looked at Feng Hao in a daze.

Feng Yang looked up.

When he wasn't smiling, his face looked strangely indifferent, like a high mountain flower growing in the clouds and condensed with frost, which made people dare not approach it rashly.

Fu Yuqiu stared at Feng Li's pair of golden pupils, as if trying to find something out of them.

Like a ghost, he suddenly asked: "More than 20 years ago, did you come to the lower realm?"