Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

Feng Yan walked over slowly.

There were still wet tears on Fu Yuqiu's face, but he stared at him with force, intending to see what he wanted to do.

...Feng Yan walked in front of him, stretched out his arms and hugged him in his arms.

Fu Yuqiu was taken aback.

Feng Lian looked as cold as a cloud of snow, but her embrace was as warm as a spring breeze. Her arms tightened and she hugged the slender Fu Yuqiu in her arms. The breath of the rising day.

Fu Yuqiu always felt that Feng Li was not even half popular before, but now he suddenly felt this familiar and strange atmosphere, and was stunned for a long time.

At this moment, the hug seemed to have finally fallen from the clouds.

Feng Li caressed Fu Yuqiu's snow-white hair with his fingers, felt the cold touch, and said softly: "I won't let you get into trouble again."

Fu Yuqiu was full of curiosity, and it took him a while to realize that Feng Li had blamed himself for his disintegration back then, and immediately jumped up and kicked his feet heavily.

Feng Yan: "..."

Fortunately, Feng Li has a temperament that can endure and be ruthless, even if his feet hurt from being stepped on, he still maintains the posture of the flower of Gaoling, looking at him lightly, without moving his brows.

"how?"

"What happened to me was because I was blind, and I met people who were not nice, so what does that have to do with you?" Fu Yuqiu stared at him coldly, "Do you think it's your own fault when I die in the future? "

"..." Feng Yan said, "I haven't."

As soon as he didn't answer, he would say "I didn't have it" lightly.

Fu Yuqiu let out a "huh" and said, "Then I won't let anything happen to you."

Feng Yan froze for a moment: "What?"

Fu Yuqiu repeated it again, her chin was about to go up to the sky, and she said proudly: "I said, with me here, I won't let you have any more accidents."

For a moment, Feng Hao's chest welled up with emotions, even confusion.

No one ever said that to him.

As far back as I can remember, what Feng Yan faced was countless malice, hatred, and killing intent. Everyone wanted him to die, and even if he met someone who treated him well, he was always in the dominant position. protect.

No one ever wanted to protect him.

Fu Yuqiu was still counting: "For example, what kind of golden crow, if he comes, I will pour water on it and turn him into a drowned chicken with a big tail!"

Feng Yan kept watching him, and smiled when he heard this.

"What are you laughing at?!" Fu Yuqiu said to him, "You too, if you take something messy on yourself again, I'll do it to you too."

Feng Yan: "..."

Feng Yan stopped laughing and said yes softly.

With his appearance, Fu Yuqiu finally found a little bit of the feeling of getting along with the "ugly monster".

Only then did Fu Yuqiu calm down.

He stretched out his hand to touch Feng Yan's face, looked left and right, and said, "No wonder I thought you were pretty the first time I saw you in Jiuchongtian."

Few human beings can make Fu Yuqiu look good-he even thinks he is ugly.

Fu Yuqiu has no sense of boundaries, so he has been sticking to it for a long time, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.

Feng Yan stared at Fu Yuqiu who was close at hand, and an uncontrollable emotion slowly surged in his heart, stirring his already unstable thoughts.

He only thought that he was going crazy again at the time, but he didn't realize that this feeling was not a little violent, and even carried a desire that he had never had before.

——That is an instinctive desire.

Feng Yan looked away, stretched out his hand to gently push Fu Yuqiu away, and said lightly: "It's nothing to look at, it's just a skin."

"Too."

Fu Yuqiu didn't think there was any problem, and remembered that he would be able to transform back into Youcao again in a while, so he immediately became happy.

"Is there a flowerpot?"

Feng Yan thought for a while: "There should be several."

After a long while, countless flower pots came from outside with countless man-eating vine branches. The flower pots were all different in style, counting them hastily, there were hundreds of them.

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Fu Yuqiu was sitting on the steps waiting, but she was stunned when she saw the dazzling array of flower pots.

This... this is called "how many"?

Feng Li sat on the cloud chair and put the snow silkworms into the urn, not knowing what he was feeding, when he heard the sound of Fu Yuqiu gasping, he looked up slightly.

"What? Don't you like it?"

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Fu Yuqiu felt like a demon concubine.

Too extravagant.

Hearing this sentence, Feng Yan laughed.

Is this extravagant?

Fu Yuqiu jumped up and decided to enjoy the privilege of the demon concubine.

He circled around the pile of flower pots happily, his eyes full of joy.

"This good-looking!"

"This one is also good, it has a phoenix pattern."

Fu Yuqiu looked left and right, and felt that all of them were good-looking, and all of them were suitable for planting herself.

Just when he was struggling, Feng Li put down the urn, and said to the man-eating vine, "Let's put it all down."

The man-eating vine shook the vine branch slightly, and put down the flower pot lightly.

Fu Yuqiu was so happy that his eyes almost curled up. He ran over with his favorite phoenix-patterned flower pot, and sat on the table with his hands crossed, looking down at the woman sitting on the chair. Feng Yan smiled and said: "You are not what you used to be now, back then you dragged the bed yourself."

Feng Li didn't care about being looked down upon, and said, "I can make you a flowerpot with my own hands."

Fu Yuqiu laughed loudly, holding the phoenix-patterned flower pot and turning it around in the palm of her hand a few times: "I like this one very much."

After the music was over, Fu Yuqiu saw the urn in Feng's hand, and poked his head curiously: "Aside from Fengbeihe, do you have any other gadgets?"

Knowing that Feng Beihe is not doing well, Fu Yuqiu is very happy, and he is not as angry as before when he hears this name.

Feng Yan smiled faintly: "There is also Suzaku."

Fu Yuqiu was taken aback for a moment, and let out a "huh": "Suzaku?!"

Feng Li lightly hooked his fingers, and a remnant soul floated out of the urn, it was Suzaku's original appearance, it seemed to be on the verge of death, even its wings were broken, and it hung limply on both sides.

Fu Yuqiu vaguely heard about what Suzaku Immortal Venerable did to Feng Hao, and he didn't sympathize with him, looked at him for a long time, and asked, "Aren't you going to kill him?"

"It's so boring to kill." Feng Yan said slowly, "I'm not dead yet, how can he be free?"

Fu Yuqiu always felt that this sentence was very strange, but he couldn't fault it.

Feng Hao didn't want Fu Yuqiu to know about this, so he threw the urn away, got up and said, "Do you want to listen to the harp?"

Hearing the word "箜篌", Fu Yuqiu had to cover his ears instinctively, so as to avoid the magic sound filling his ears, but when he thought carefully about the song "Fish in Water" played by Phoenix in Jiuchong Tian, ​​it was like the sound of nature.

He jumped off the table and said happily, "Okay, okay, let's go."

Back then, Feng Yan was learning konghou in Wenyou Valley, but for some reason she always played it extremely badly. Every time she played it, Fu Yuqiu would be so angry that she would come back and scold him no matter where she was.

More than 20 years later, Feng Li, who has no memory, can play the harp very well.

Le Sheng had to bow down after hearing this.

Fu Yuqiu turned into a white sparrow and lay on Feng Yan's lap, watching Feng Yan's slender fingers fluttering and flying on the harp strings, for some reason she suddenly wanted to rub her face against his hand.

"It must be very comfortable." Fu Yuqiu thought suddenly.

After thinking about it, Fu Yuqiu almost exploded, his eyes widened in disbelief.

He he he... How could he have such an idea? !

Even if you are as heartless as Fu Yuqiu, you know that it is shameful for you to rub your face against someone's hand like this!

Fu Yuqiu despises herself.

Feng Yan was still playing the harp, and didn't realize what was going on in Fu Yuqiu's little head.

At this moment, there was a slight fluctuation in the barrier of the Phoenix Market.

Feng Yan's hand hooking the harp's string suddenly stopped, and the string stretched out a line of white on the fingertips.

Fu Yuqiu thought her filthy thoughts had been discovered, so she trembled and said with a guilty conscience, "What, what's the matter?"

He just thought about it and didn't rub it.

Feng Hao said lightly: "It's okay."

He slammed the strings violently, and a phoenix fire flew out along with his spiritual power.

The harp sound continued.

Outside the Phoenix Market, Le Sheng waited at the door with Fu Yuque and Fu Baihe with a face full of embarrassment.

After killing the Golden Crow, Le Sheng fulfilled his long-cherished wish in this life, and gradually became bolder. Even though Fenghuang had clearly said that he was not allowed to approach the Phoenix Market, he still brought the two of them over.

"Calm down." Le Sheng said, "Remove your poisonous smoke from me first."

Fu Yuque said coldly: "No."

Le Sheng said helplessly: "It's useless for you to force me with poisonous smoke. How can I disobey the order of the immortal? If he doesn't let you in..."

Before he could finish speaking, a cluster of flames appeared on the spot like an arrow leaving the string, turning into an illusory figure.

Feng Yan looked at the three of them indifferently, and said nonchalantly, "What's the matter?"

Fu Baihe's face turned green.

This person is really thick-skinned. He imprisoned his younger brother here, and even asked "what's the matter" brazenly.

Fu Yuque said concisely: "Come back to Yuqiu."

Feng Yan probably thought this sentence was ridiculous, so he just laughed out loud.

"In vain!" Fu Baihe couldn't get used to Fu Yuque's utter lack of aura, pushed him away, and said coldly, "Even if it is the Ninth Heaven Immortal Venerable, it is not qualified to imprison innocent people. Let Yuque When Qiu comes out, I will take him back to Smell the Valley.”

Feng Yan's eyes instantly turned cold.

Le Sheng hurriedly smoothed things over: "Calm down, calm down, if you have something to say, just say it."

Fu Baihe never knew how to write the words "speak well", he said coldly: "Yuqiu is simple-minded, you are not suitable for him."

Feng Yan didn't seem to understand the meaning of Fu Baihe: "What?"

Fu Baihe saw that he was still pretending to be stupid, and said sharply: "You imprisoned him here, isn't it just to satisfy your dirty selfish desires?!"

Feng Yan: "?"

Le Sheng never thought that things would develop in a strange direction, so he hurriedly stepped forward and covered Fu Baihe's mouth, gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up, you!"

Fu Baihe and Fu Yuque don't know Feng Hao, but Kele Sheng knows Feng Hao's temperament.

With his cautious attitude towards Fu Yuqiu, how could he do that kind of "dirty thing", maybe it was because of his desire for monopoly, and he just wanted to protect Fu Yuqiu firmly.

At best, it's overprotective.

Fu Baihe didn't care, he has been away for a long time, and he has seen many nasty things.

Imprisoned, monopolized, and covering the Phoenix Market like an iron wall, one can tell at a glance that it must not be a normal relationship inside.

Fu Yuqiu is not in the mood, maybe someone has played him from head to toe and is so stupid that he doesn't know anything.

Fu Yuque frowned, as if he didn't agree with Fu Baihe.

Le Sheng turned pale with fright, and hurriedly wanted to drag Fu Baihe away.

Fu Baihe was so angry that he elbowed his waist and abdomen: "Get up!"

At this moment, Fenghuang, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

"What... sordid selfish desire?"

As soon as these words came out, Le Sheng's face turned green.

Fu Baihe flicked his sleeves, and said coldly: "Pretend to be stupid, right? Then I'll make it clear that you locked him here just for haste?!"

Le Sheng: "..."

Fu Yuque: "..."

Feng Yan: "?"