Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

The demons are full of fire.

Yin Teng was scorched and kept saying "I'm a vine! A vine! He's a vine!", desperately crawling along Fu Yuque's arm to his head, and finally even curled up in a circle on the pitch-black hair, frightened to tears Clusters of flowers.

Fu Yuque: "..."

Fortunately, Fu Yuque is a taciturn person, otherwise anyone who changes someone will have to scold Yindeng.

"It came so fast!" Yin Teng cursed, "Do you think he wanted to kill the Golden Crow, or was he trying to get the elixir for Yuqiu? He was in such a hurry."

Fu Yuque said, "Golden Crow."

Yindeng: "Yes."

Although Le Shengcaocao told them that the Immortal Venerable and Fu Yuqiu knew each other, how could the dignified Jiuzhong Celestial Immortal Venerable be so bothered about a grass.

Yin Teng didn't hold out much hope, pulled Fu Yuque's hair twice, and said: "Then what are we going to do now? It seems that we have nothing to do. Let's go to the theater?"

"No." Fu Yuque said, "Saint of the Demon Race."

"Heh." Yin Teng's yin and yang said strangely, "When did you go out with her, that woman is not easy to mess with at first sight."

Amid the scorched earth and phoenix flames, Fu Yuque headed towards the Demon Clan Hall that had been burned down by the Phoenix Calamity in the distance, and said indifferently, "No."

Yin Teng said: "If you talk like that again, I will kill you."

Fu Yuque: "..."

The gates of the Demon Race Hall were all burned down, and the Phoenix fire was devouring madly. I don't know where the Phoenix came from so many flames, which almost covered the huge Demon Race.

Fu Yuque raised his hand to the side without looking at it, and a demon who was about to charge fell down instantly, with black and purple poisonous smoke all over his body, which instantly turned into blood and broken bones.

Yin Teng had a great appetite, and was about to rush over to eat it, when Fu Yuque grabbed her.

"Don't run around, the demons are too hot and there is no water, you will die if you stay too long."

Yin Teng had no choice but to hang on Fu Yuque's wrist reluctantly, waiting to watch the show.

Fu Yuque looked at the scorched earth on the ground, and seemed to have discovered something, and walked into the hall of the demons expressionlessly.

The demon saint who had met several times was slowly fiddling with Kodan on her ten fingers. When she heard the movement, she raised her eyes slightly and saw that it was Fu Yuque.

"Hey, the honored guest is coming, it's a long way to welcome you."

Fu Yuque lowered his hand slightly, and thick poisonous smoke slowly overflowed from his fingertips.

"Demon Race, colluding with the Golden Crow?"

The demon saint lazily curled her hair, and laughed loudly when she heard the words: "Collusion? Why do you have to say it so badly, Jinwu wants to seize the phoenix, so I will help him—tsk, listen to the movement outside, they should be fighting soon!" Get up."

Fu Yuque frowned.

Seize the Phoenix?

The saint's head seemed a little crazy, and the more she heard the movement, the happier she laughed: "It's good to fight, the demons are like purgatory, we all die here."

The poisonous smoke from Fu Yuque's body stopped.

"But you are different." Kou Dan, the holy maiden, lightly tapped Fu Yuque, with a bit of gentle ambiguity, "You saved me once, and I promise you to leave the demon clan today."

Before Fu Yuque could speak, the saint smiled and said, "Although I planted the poison at that time, I also issued the reward order."

Fu Yuque finally felt that something was wrong.

He originally thought that the Demon Race Saintess was under the Golden Crow, but at this moment, it seemed that she had no ambitions, and wanted the Demon Race to go to hell with the Golden Crow Phoenix.

It must have been a little crazy.

The Demon Race is the only place where the sun does not even set, and because of the huge magma lake, it is hot and dark all year round.

A hundred years ago, when the nine golden crows competed with the sun for glory, countless flames rained down on the demons, turning this place into a purgatory full of scorched earth.

The demons have always followed their nature, killing each other everywhere, and corpses everywhere. In such a dirty place, the demon saints are naturally not good people.

She was lazily sitting on the huge skeleton seat, her waist was stuck on the armrest, and her knees fell on the other side of the armrest. She just swayed her legs like this, looked up at the carved jade pillar above her head, and hummed The famous song seems to be the ballad of the Demon Race, weird and inexplicably bleak.

Fu Yuque looked down at Yin Teng.

Yin Teng said: "I always feel weird—kill her!"

Fu Yuque: "..."

At this moment, the dark sky of the Demon Race seems to be covered with a layer of transparent enchantment, and it is gradually closed along the center of the Demon Race Saintess.

Fu Yuque's pupils shrank sharply, and he stood up suddenly. The poisonous smoke on his body condensed into a sharp blade with claws and claws, and fiercely slashed at the demon saint.

Yin Teng was caught off guard, and was almost thrown by Fu Yuque's momentum, and hurriedly steadied himself.

The demon saint wiped it from her waist, and a long whip jumped out of her hand. With a "pop", the poisonous smoke from Fu Yuque was instantly dispersed without even seeing the afterimage of the long whip.

"Although I want to die..." the saint murmured, "I don't want to die like this."

As soon as the words fell, Fu Yuque's face was like sinking water, he pulled the Yin vine out of his hand, and threw it casually without looking at it, and his whole body rushed towards the woman holding the long whip like an arrow off the string.

Yindeng couldn't react at all, his whole body still kept the shape of the bracelet, fell on the ground and spun around several times, almost dizzy himself.

He cursed and turned into a huge vine, just casually glanced at it, and suddenly felt that Fu Yuque was right to throw him out.

The demon saint was merciless, and her long whip pierced the air like a thunderbolt.

Fu Yuque's poisonous smoke was blown away one by one by the long whip, and appeared endlessly in an instant, enveloping the figures of the two people, only faint afterimages could be seen.

If the yin vine is in the middle, I don't know whether it will be poisoned to death or pumped to death.

Yin Teng hurriedly found a corner to hang around, poking secretly to watch the show.

Just at this time, Le Sheng landed on the ground, and looked at the enchantment above his head with fear.

"Fortunately, I almost couldn't get in."

Seeing this, Yin Teng hurried over, shrunk her huge body back into a small ball, and wrapped it around Le Sheng's wrist like an octopus.

This is good, this is good, it won't release poisonous smoke like Fu Yuque.

Le Sheng stroked him skillfully, then looked at Fu Yuque who was fighting with the demon saint, nodded calmly, turned and left.

Yin Teng hurriedly said, "Why are you going? Aren't you watching a play nearby?"

Le Sheng looked at the sea of ​​flames that was billowing with huge smoke not far away, and said calmly: "Go and kill the Golden Crow."

Yindeng: "..."

Teng, the degree of danger is much higher than staying by Fu Yuque's side.

"It's too dangerous!"

In the dream, Fu Yuqiu said: "What if you are eaten by the cannibal vines in Baihuayuan?!"

Feng Yan smiled: "No."

"It's just a psychic liquid, I won't drink it anymore." Fu Yuqiu said sullenly, "I'm no longer a grass, and I can't taste the psychic liquid even if I drink it. You don't need to go to Baihuayuan to get the psychic liquid .”

Feng Yan said softly: "Is it okay to give you a gift?"

When Fu Yuqiu heard the "gift", he immediately interpreted it as "he is coaxing me with something", and the anger that had just risen up just now almost dissipated.

"I'm not greedy for this either, come on, come on."

Feng Yan said: "Maybe we have to wait a little longer."

Fu Yuqiu frowned: "I'm really not a grass anymore, I'm a white sparrow now, you...just pick me some fruit on the way here."

Feng Yan felt a sharp pain in his heart when he said this, and his voice became softer: "As long as you think about it, you can still be grass."

Fu Yuqiu was obviously worried, but he couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Even if you are an immortal, this is nothing to say."

Feng Hao said lightly: "I'll let it go."

Fu Yuqiu laughed until she fell down.

Before, he always felt that the "ugly monster" with the status of a fairy was a bit strange, but this chat has the same feeling as before.

"Okay." Fu Yuqiu forced herself to be considerate, "Then come here quickly, or I will be angry again."

Feng Yan nodded: "Then I'm leaving."

Fu Yuqiu nodded.

As soon as Feng Yan turned around, the translucent figure instantly dissipated.

The more Fu Yuqiu thought about it, the happier he became, but after a while, his temper rose again.

"No, does it take so long to go to Baihuayuan?" Fu Yuqiu thought, "Is he bluffing me?"

The "bluffing" Feng Yan gently opened his eyes, behind him was a burning path of blood, and in front of him was a sea of ​​flames tumbling with hot magma.

The Golden Crow loves fire, and the Flaming Sea of ​​the Demon Race should be the most suitable place to live.

Without changing his face, Feng Hao turned into a phoenix and flew straight into the sea of ​​flames with a scream.

In Wenyou Valley, Fu Yuqiu, who just woke up, grabbed Fu Baihe's hand and said anxiously: "Did you hear the phoenix's cry just now? Is he coming?!"

"..." Fu Baihe almost rolled his eyes regardless of his appearance, "Yuqiu, your auditory hallucinations seem to be a little serious."

Fu Yuqiu was disappointed and said: "Did I hear wrong?"

Fu Baihe always had a bad premonition in his heart when he saw him looking devastated, as if his "brother" who was not four or six had secretly grown up behind his back.

"Yuqiu." Fu Baihe was inexplicably displeased with Fengli, and reminded him lightly, "I remember when the ugly monster left, you cried like a bear, and you said cruelly that you saw him beat him once, why now..."

Fu Yuqiu was at a loss: "Ah? Is there?"

"Yes!" Fu Baihe resolutely said, "In the spring of that year, you made a fuss for me and Fu Yuque to come back, and you cried and cried as soon as we arrived, as if you were uprooted."

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Talking about the embarrassing things when he was young, Fu Yuqiu felt a little helpless, and coughed dryly: "No, no, it's not because of him. He left in winter, and I cried in spring, and the time is not close."

Fu Baihe frowned: "Then why did you scold him while crying?"

Fu Yuqiu didn't like to mention this, so he said sternly, "Don't worry about me, I just want to scold him, okay?"

"Success, of course it is." Fu Baihe said quietly, "I'm just afraid that you will cry until you pass out like last time."

When talking about such embarrassing things, Fu Yuqiu's ears turned red with embarrassment, and he stood up angrily: "Why do you always talk about other people's embarrassing things when they were young for fun? I don't care about you anymore. I'll go, don't follow me!"

After all, before helping the white crane to scold him, he ran away quickly.

Fu Yuqiu ran back to his favorite flower pot, but at this time he was no longer a grass, so he had to become a white sparrow, lying in a round ball in the flower pot, looking like a pot of snowball flowers.

The more he stayed alone, the more he liked to think wildly, "Snowball Flower" started to explode after a while, rolling around the side of the flower pot, and there was a golden bead given to him by Feng Yan on his chubby belly.

After staring at Jin Zhu for a long time, Fu Yuqiu remembered that when he was in Wenyou Valley, the ugly monster also gave him something.

"Yuqiu, Yuqiu?"

"I'll give you something."

Fu Yuqiu was sleepy, brushed away Feng Li's slightly scarred hand, and continued to sleep soundly.

After waking up, Grandpa Huoyan told him that the ugly monster left alone.

Nothing.

No, he took a leaf of himself.

Fu Yuqiu let out a dry "oh", always felt that he hadn't woken up, otherwise why would he have such an outrageous dream.

The whole winter day, Fu Yuqiu didn't have much sense of reality, she didn't even shed a tear, she didn't feel sad.

Until the spring breeze blows, the snow in the Wenyou Valley melts into gurgling water and flows into the pools and lakes.

Fu Yuqiu regained her vitality and came out to play happily.

He is almost used to the days when Ugly is not around, sitting happily on the rock at night: "Grandpa Huoyan, I want to watch the fireworks."

Grandpa Huoyan said cheerfully, "Okay, Grandpa will let you go."

Fu Yuqiu waited eagerly.

It's just that Grandpa Huoyan said "oh" suddenly: "I remember, that kid surnamed Ugly prepared a gift for you before he left."

Fu Yuqiu was stunned.

Ugly boy?

Oh, it's ugly.

Fu Yuqiu's leaves were about to droop, and he said listlessly: "I don't want it."

I'm gone, and I still leave some gifts for myself.

Grandpa Huoyan said: "Really don't want it? But he has been doing it for half a month. He rubs Huoyan with his hands every day, and his ten fingers are all burnt out with blisters, and blood oozes out. It's hard work."

Fu Yuqiu frowned: "What is he doing rubbing fire rocks when he has nothing to do?"

"A gift for you."

Fu Yuqiu thought about it, and then remembered that Feng Li had indeed said that he wanted to give him something.

"Then..." Fu Yuqiu coughed dryly, and said with disgust on his face, "Then let's have a look."

He wants to see what kind of stupid gift the bad guy who stole his leaves can give him.

Grandpa Huoyan responded, made a ball of fire and put it in the wooden box next to him.

Inside is the gift left by Feng Yan.

Fu Yuqiu tilted his head to watch.

The fire ignited the soaked and dried thread on the outside of the box, and the sound of "hissing" burned all the way to the inside of the box.

The box shook violently, and with a "swish", a cluster of flames rushed into the sky.

Fu Yuqiu followed her gaze.

In the dark sky, a brilliant firework suddenly exploded.

It was a specially made firework. It was not a small bright flower blown up casually, but a huge painting composed of countless exploded lights.

It's a firework that looks like a grass.

Fu Yuqiu was taken aback.

The fireworks were still exploding, and successive fireworks in the shape of flowers and plants exploded in the air.

Bright and vibrant.