The Junwu Empire, the imperial capital.
Zuo Qingyun and Feng Wu are only eight years old.
Pfft-
A purple cold sword in Zuo Qingyun’s hand pierced Feng Wu’s eyebrows!
A drop of amber phoenix true blood was picked out by the tip of the sword and suspended in mid-air.
Zuo Qingyun grabbed the amber blood bead in his hand with his left hand, and with a puff, he squeezed it!
The hands were full of blood, but Zuo Qingyun found a strange sneer on her face.
Looking at the little girl who was lying on the ground and curled up in pain, Zuo Qingyun sneered:
“Feng Wu! In this world, there can only be one person with the true blood of the phoenix! Since there is already me, why should there be another you!”
“Who wants to be called the Imperial Capital Shuanghuang with you? What qualifications do you have to compare with me?!”
“What if you got married early? The position of Crown Princess is mine, and so is Jun Linyuan!”
“It’s you that the master of the Biluo Palace is interested in? Haha, now you are a waste! The goddess of the Biluo Palace can only be me! So, you can die!”
The purple cold sword in Zuo Qingyun’s hand stabbed directly at Feng Wu’s heart!
Feng Wu clenched the purple cold sword with both hands, the palm of her hand was cut by the blade, and the blood gurgled out, but she seemed to feel no pain.
At the center of her eyebrows, the spiritual energy is constantly escaping, and the cultivation level that can be called a genius is disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Her cultivation that can be called a genius was abolished because of the disappearance of Phoenix True Blood!
Feng Wu’s dark and deep eyes stared at Zuo Qingyun!
“Go to hell!” Zuo Qingyun instantly exerted force, the purple cold sword pierced into Feng Wu’s heart, and with a snort, the force came out, and the bright red blood splashed like a mist, splashing Zuo Qingyun’s face.
Zuo Qingyun smiled strangely on the blood-stained face: “From now on, my name is Zuo Qingluan! Qingluan Fire Phoenix, the king of birds, I, Zuo Qingluan, are the only true master of the Junwu Empire. Phoenix!”
Feng Wu fell to the ground, her originally clear pupils gradually blurred, she saw the Zuo family patriarch protecting Zuo Qingyun and drifting away, she felt that her consciousness became more and more blurred, she realized that her life was changing Gradually lose…
Zuo Qingyun, while my beautiful master is condensing his true body, you destroy my true phoenix blood. When my master comes out, can your whole family, your entire clan, and even the entire Junwu Continent withstand his anger? ? !
Master is not a human being, more precisely, a touch of soul attached to her dragon and phoenix spirit ring.
It is said that reincarnation determines destiny, and having a good father is better than anything else.
Feng Wu proudly said that although she has never met her biological father, she has the most beautiful master in the whole continent!
I still remember the first time I triggered the Dragon and Phoenix Spirit Ring, and Master Beauty walked out of the Spirit Ring space.
At the age of three, she looked up innocently at the boy in white clothes: “Are you…very good?”
Master Beauty put his hands behind his back, and said casually, “It’s okay, the former ruler of this continent.”
In the past few years, the beautiful master in the soul state finally condensed the blood of the Phoenix God, and then prepared to refine the real body, so that he was no longer just a soul living in the dragon and phoenix spiritual ring.
Is it a hallucination before death? The phoenix dance’s eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, as if she sees the beautiful master who is in white clothes and wins snow, with a long body and a jade-like body.
The pure white chrysanthemums are like pure snowflakes after purification.
He walked out of the dragon and phoenix spiritual ring on the gentle breeze.
When Feng Wu came back to her senses, she found herself lying in his warm arms.
He has the cleanest scent in the world, lingering with the freshness of plant essence.
“Liger…” After Feng Wu saw her relatives, her nose was sour, revealing her true feelings.
Master can hold her, Master has condensed her true body! A long-cherished wish has finally come true!
Beauty Master’s snow-white robes and wide sleeves fell on the ground layer by layer, and those deep and beautiful eyes stared at the wound between Feng Wu’s eyebrows, and there seemed to be no emotional fluctuation.
“Liger, am I going to die?” The little girl’s pupils were as clear as water.
Master’s eyebrows are light and light: “No.”
After he finished speaking, his slender and jade-like fingers pointed, and soon, a drop of golden blood flew out from the center of his eyebrows.
Feng Wu’s eyes shrank violently! This is the blood of the Phoenix God! Master’s Divine Phoenix Blood! The blood of the Phoenix God is much more powerful than the true blood of the Phoenix!
Master’s lips are cold and indifferent: “Don’t move.”
He put this drop of Phoenix God blood between Feng Wu’s eyebrows.
“No!” Feng Wu had a very bad premonition in her heart, “Master! I won’t die, but what about you?! The Phoenix Divine Blood is your soul, without the Phoenix Divine Blood, your The body…”
Master’s eyes are unfathomable: “The blood of the phoenix is temporarily sealed, and after the activation of the nine-turn return elixir, you will be able to practice again…”
Before he finished speaking, Master’s body gradually became blurred.
“No!”
The phoenix dance, which is covered in blood, bursts with blue veins all over, hissing exhausted! Desperately reach out to catch Master Beauty!
“Master!”
However, the holy and beautiful Master, disappeared between her fingers…
“Master!”
The exhausted phoenix dance slammed to the ground, her red clothes were soaked with blood, the white jade face was mottled with blood, and her eyes were crying blood!
Heartache can’t breathe!
The distressed body twitches!
I can’t wait to kill myself!
Zuo Qingyun ruined her Phoenix True Blood, she didn’t hate her so much!
She would rather die than let her holy and flawless Master suffer a little bit of damage!
Hate, hate!
Feng Wu clenched her fists angrily, her nails almost digging into her flesh, and her fingertips were dripping with blood!
Zuo Qingyun, this hatred is never shared, and I, Feng Wu, swear not to be born with you! ! !
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PS: The last sentence is translated into: This is a hatred of heaven, and I swear that I will not be born with it. ——Ming Ling Mengchu’s “Surprise at Two Moments”