Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

Fu Yuqiu knew nothing about Le Sheng and Mu Jing's arrival.

After he fell asleep, he vaguely felt that he had forgotten something. He sat on the bed warmed by the sun and reacted for a long time, and slowly climbed out of bed.

Phoenix Market is still in full bloom.

Fu Yuqiu went to the small storeroom to find a flower pot, tapped it with a small shovel for a long time, and finally found a place with soft soil, and dug up the soil.

He was very good at playing with mud in Wenyou Valley, changing the soil for himself from time to time.

However, it is best to change the soil less frequently for Youcao. After each change, Fu Yuqiu will wither for a long time, and no amount of watering will work.

Because of this, he was often scolded by Fu Baihe.

But Fu Yuqiu also loves fresh soil, and always feels that the next portion of soil will make him more comfortable.

Fu Yuqiu dug the soft soil into a flowerpot, fetched water from Lingquan, dipped her finger in it and sprinkled it.

Suddenly, there was a "chirp".

Fu Yuqiu looked back and found that Xiao Fenghuang, who had been missing for a long time, stumbled towards him, with tears in his eyes as if he had been bullied.

"Chirp Chirp! Chirp Chirp—"

Fu Yuqiu hurriedly picked it up, feeling like she hadn't seen it for a long time, and felt the fluff in her palm was like holding a small stove, and kissed it happily.

"Chirp..."

Little Phoenix's chirping stopped abruptly, and Heidou and Fu Yuqiu looked at each other for a long time in a daze, before suddenly leaning back without warning, and rolled down.

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Fu Yuqiu was amused by its foolishness.

He stretched out his fingers and poked the little phoenix that seemed to be frozen into a candied haws, and gave a curious "噫", feeling that the little phoenix seemed to be different from before.

It's like flames... different?

But they are all Phoenix Fire, so there should be no difference.

Fu Yuqiu didn't think much about it, poking Little Phoenix was a joy.

Fenghuang was sitting on a chair in the courtyard, reading a book with his eyes downcast. Hearing Fu Yuqiu's laughter, he raised his head for a glance, then looked back silently.

Fu Yuqiu and Xiao Fenghuang chattered for a long time, finally dug the soil, and ran over holding the flowerpot.

"Feng-huang!"

Fu Yuqiu called out Fengyan in a long voice, put the flower pot on the table, ran over like a butterfly, and was about to pounce on Fenghuang.

Feng Yan tightened the hand holding the book, turned sideways suddenly, put one hand across Fu Yuqiu's waist, so as not to turn him over, and said flatly: "Don't make trouble."

Fu Yuqiu didn't get up either, her body was covered in mud but she was still hanging on Feng Lian's forearm, she stretched out her hand to reach for the book.

"What are you looking at? I'll take a look too."

Feng Li waved the book casually, and it turned into flames and dissipated.

"It's not a good book." Feng Yan changed the subject, "Have you found something you like?"

Fu Yuqiu was hidden twice, and looked at Feng Li with a frown, always feeling strange.

Phoenix's golden pupils flashed slightly, and said with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Fu Yuqiu's expression was confused for a moment, and soon he realized, "Oh", said nothing, and ran away holding the little phoenix.

Time flies by in Phoenix Ruins.

Fu Yuqiu eats and waits to die every day, and his favorite thing to do is to dig all kinds of soil to plant himself.

"This soil is good." Fu Yuqiu, who was playing with mud there, praised the soil as he pinched it back and forth with his slender, white fingers.

Little Phoenix chirped next to him, as if to express his approval.

Fu Yuqiu reached out and touched it.

Little Phoenix seemed to be burning with an inconspicuous flame all the time, and Fu Yuqiu would not be burnt even if he touched it.

After Fu Yuqiu finished digging, he instinctively ran forward holding the flower pot.

But halfway through the run, he tilted his head slightly and asked in confusion, "Why did I run there?"

Fu Yuqiu thought for a long time on the spot before saying "ah": "Oh yes, go find Fenghuang."

He was happily going to find Feng Yan, but he stopped suddenly after only taking two steps.

The spring is warm and flowers are blooming all around, but Fu Yuqiu is like falling into an ice cellar.

His face was pale, holding the flower pot, he seemed to be muttering to himself: "Go and find Phoenix..."

Go find something like Phoenix...

Why did he have to think so hard to remember?

Fu Yuqiu began to tremble all over, feeling a chill pouring down the soles of his feet to his limbs, making his heart ache from the cold.

At this moment, the little phoenix flapped chubby's wings and flew to his shoulder, making two crisp "chirp chirp" sounds.

The flame that had been burning on it flashed suddenly, as if something was burning.

Fu Yuqiu's eyes trembled, and his tense body seemed to be forcibly appeased by something, and the fear and chill that made him tremble dissipated.

It was as if the flames had forcibly melted the ice.

Fu Yuqiu hugged the flowerpot in confusion for a long time, what am I going to do?

He thought about it for a long time.

"Oh, yes, get another pot for another pile of soil."

Fu Yuqiu put the flower pot away, and took another flower pot to hold the soil.

***

In the Phoenix Market, the mirror hidden in the weeds reflected a round light cluster, shining on the flower vine pillar next to it.

The wooden mirror that controls the small mirror has to turn around in a hurry.

More than half a month has passed, and the small mirror has only moved ten feet in the Phoenix Market, without even seeing Fu Yuqiu's face.

For such a long time, Fu Yuqiu didn't even leave the house. According to his restless temperament, there must be something strange.

Mu Jing didn't dare to control the movement of the small mirror too blatantly. After all, he was the only one who figured out the ability to attach the mirror.

Mu Jing was so anxious that his forehead was covered with sweat, when he suddenly saw Feng Hao coming from the small mirror.

The little mirror was as quiet as death in an instant, leaving only a wisp of undetectable spiritual power connected to Mu Jing's sea of ​​consciousness.

Feng Yan came slowly, with an unprecedentedly indifferent expression, even those golden pupils were dimmed.

He seemed to be holding a blooming flower in his hand, and he left the Phoenix Palace alone, missing.

Mu Jing didn't know that the golden light grass in Fenghuang's hand was in his hands, but this was the first time Fengyan had left the Phoenix Hall, so he hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, and with all his brains, he manipulated the little mirror to roll towards the inner hall of Phoenix.

The journey went smoothly, so smoothly that Mu Jing wondered if Feng Yan let him in on purpose.

But at this moment, he couldn't think so much, the little mirror rolled all the way into the inner hall of the Phoenix, and the mirror collided with the ground and made a crisp sound of "da da da".

Mu Jing was so nervous that his brow was covered with sweat, he finally bounced to the side of the bed in the inner hall.

The snow-white curtains of the bed hung down, and were gently blown up by the wind outside the window, giving off an ethereal air.

Fu Yuqiu lay quietly in the middle of the bed, her snowy hair and snow clothes seemed to blend together, only his red hair and soft lips had some color.

Mu Jing manipulated the small mirror to jump onto the bed, and leaned over gently.

"Brother Yuqiu?"

Fu Yuqiu didn't respond.

He looked... like he wasn't breathing.

Mu Jing was frightened by this conjecture, and hurried forward.

But as soon as he got closer, a cluster of phoenix flames burst out from the golden beads on Fu Yuqiu's ankles, attacking him mercilessly, causing him to lean back in fright, and the spiritual power of the mirror broke instantly.

Wen Yougu's wooden mirror fell directly from the chair, ignoring the pain in his back from the fall, and hurriedly tried to connect the small mirror.

Fortunately, the spiritual power was not completely cut off, Mu Jing tried for a long time and finally connected.

The small mirror moved slightly on the bed.

Mu Jing looked with joy on his face, and suddenly his whole body seemed to be strangled by something, and his whole body was trembling with fear.

On the other side of the small mirror, a slender five fingers gently pinched it.

The phoenix went back and forth, pinching the small mirror indifferently, and that handsome face appeared in the sight of the wooden mirror, like a life-threatening ghost from Senluo Hell.

Feng Yan played with the extremely rough mirror with his slender fingers, and said with a half-smile: "It's smart."

Mu Jing was trembling all over when he said it.

Feng Li's fingertips gently caressed the mirror, as if a pair of invisible hands were forcibly choking the wooden mirror's life gate.

He said slowly, "Speak."

Mu Jing's consciousness was restrained by Feng Yan, unable to take it back, he could only be forced to speak.

"I...I just want to see brother Yuqiu."

Feng Yang laughed, but the golden pupils were as cold as ice, without any warmth.

"What did you see him for?" Feng Yan asked.

Mu Jing didn't know how to answer for a while, and always felt that everything he answered was wrong.

Feng Yan stared at the mirror without blinking, as if she was looking at the wooden mirror from afar through the ray of spiritual power.

Mu Jing was terrified by him.

At this moment, Feng Hao suddenly exerted force.

The small mirror cracked at the sound.

Feng Li rubbed the small mirror into ashes expressionlessly, raised his hand, and looked back at Fu Yuqiu.

Fu Yuqiu was quietly immersed in dreamland, ignorant of the outside world.

Feng Yan looked at him, and suddenly forced himself to be ruthless, got up and brushed aside the bed curtain, and left without looking back.

The matter of Nirvana is too risky, Feng Yan has prepared for the worst.

If he falls between heaven and earth, Fu Yuqiu...

Maybe forgetting him is the best result.

But what Feng Yan didn't know was that in the mirror that had been turned into ashes, there was still a tiny wisp of spiritual consciousness floating weakly like dying.

After Feng Yan completely left the inner hall of the Phoenix, that divine sense suddenly rushed towards Fu Yuqiu who was lying on the bed.

It's just a strand of consciousness, it can be scattered by the wind, and it has no lethality. The golden beads supporting Yuqiu's ankles are safe and sound, and they are not threatened by any threat, so they instinctively burst out with Phoenix fire.

Mu Jing finally entered Fu Yuqiu's sea of ​​consciousness, and he was completely relieved.

When the mirror was crushed by Feng Li just now, Mu Jing felt as if he had died once.

Fu Yuqiu's dream didn't exclude the consciousness of the person he knew, and gently included Mu Jing's consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness.

In a sea of ​​flowers, Fu Yuqiu was still digging the soil with Little Phoenix.

Only this time, after Fu Yuqiu finished digging his favorite pot of soil, he seemed to have forgotten Feng Li, and went back to the inner hall with Xiao Fenghuang without looking at him.

The Nirvana Fire on Little Phoenix's body was silently burning all Fu Yuqiu's memories of Feng Calamity.

As long as he wakes up from this dream, in Fu Yuqiu's eyes, Feng Li is really a big dream.

It will never appear in my memory again.

Mu Jing suddenly broke into this dream that was set for a period of one month, and the realistic scenes around him fluctuated, as if they wanted to shatter.

"Xiaocao?" Fu Yuqiu got up suspiciously, "Why did you come to Phoenix Market?"

Little Fenghuang at the side saw the person suddenly barging in, and Heidou's eyes instantly turned cold.

Mu Jing's body is looming, and it can't last long at all.

"Brother Yuqiu!" He rushed over and said all the words in one go, "You are in a dream right now, wake up quickly! Phoenix...it should be a few days before Phoenix wants to be nirvana!"

Fu Yuqiu was stunned for a moment.

When Mu Jingjing finished speaking like fried beans, he asked confusedly, "What...Phoenix?"

Mu Jing was stunned.

"You...don't you remember Phoenix?" Mu Jing murmured, "You..."

Fu Yuqiu tilted her head, her face full of unfeigned doubts and blankness.

Little Fenghuang seemed to be unable to stand it any longer, and with a "chirp chirp", a burst of flames shot up from his body, burning fiercely towards the wooden mirror.

Mu Jing took a few steps back abruptly, seeing that he couldn't escape, he said directly regardless.

"Wake up!

"He's dying...

"His mind and soul are damaged, and he won't be able to survive Nirvana! Brother Yuqiu, please help..."

Before he finished speaking, the flame instantly engulfed the wooden mirror.

After expelling Mu Jing's spiritual consciousness, Xiao Fenghuang returned to his previous obedient appearance, "tweeting" twice to Fu Yuqiu softly.

But Fu Yuqiu froze in place.

With a flash of golden pupils, the little phoenix leaned forward and pecked Fu Yuqiu's finger with his sharp beak.

"Chirp?"

To dig?

Fu Yuqiu was startled, confused and Xiao Fenghuang looked at each other for a while, then suddenly took half a step back for some reason.

Little Phoenix wondered, "Jiujiu?"

"I...I don't want to be with you." Fu Yuqiu instinctively yelled in his mind, pressing his aching head with one hand, and murmured, "You, you will burn my important s things."

But Fu Yuqiu didn't even know what it was.

Recalling what Mu Jing said just now, Fu Yuqiu's heart began to ache.

Seeing him in such pain, Little Phoenix rushed forward to start the Nirvana Fire that could burn away memories and emotions.

When Fu Yuqiu saw the fire, he suddenly screamed and opened Little Phoenix.

"Go away!"

He doesn't want fire.

His sanity is instinctively afraid of that cluster of fire.

Probably because his rejection and fear were too deep, the whole dream began to shatter from the outside to the inside.

The little phoenix's golden pupils were gloomy, and the flames on his body were blazing, rushing towards the broken place like a red fire, as if he wanted to mend it.

It's just that Fu Yuqiu collapsed faster than he could repair it. After seeing the more intense fire, Fu Yuqiu was even more shocked.

Almost instantly, the dream was completely shattered.

On the wide bed, Fu Yuqiu, who had been lying quietly for more than half a month, suddenly opened her eyes. The whole person seemed to be traveling thousands of miles, turned over with her hands on her chest, and half-lyed on the bed, breathing heavily.

There seemed to be a blood clot in her throat, Fu Yuqiu coughed violently several times, and finally spit out the stagnant air.

Forcibly waking up from the dream set by Feng Lian, Fu Yuqiu's whole body was limp, and cold sweat oozed out layer by layer, soaking the thin snow clothes on her body, and tightly sticking to her slender body.

Fu Yuqiu's face was covered with cold sweat, and his fingers were tightly grasping the brocade quilt, and the countless folds became tighter and tighter.

With a "hiss", those slender hands actually tore the snow silk brocade into pieces.

Sweat dripped on the broken brocade quilt.

Fu Yuqiu's expression was cold and stern, and he almost cursed through gritted teeth.

"A hypocritical big-tailed chicken!"