phoenix maiden

Chapter 4 Mutation (1)

The night of the new moon.

The dense stars in the sky glow with distant and mysterious brilliance, gusts of mountain wind pass by, and occasionally there are a few howling animals and birds singing up and down, creating a unique and quiet atmosphere.

Only visually, it seems so.

The Ice Snake Technique performed by the Wei brothers and sisters was an absolute level suppression for Feng Jiushang. Two ice slivers penetrated into Feng Jiushang's abdomen, and the blood in the whole body slowly coagulated little by little.

The snow sculpture was also bruised, stretched its wings reluctantly, and glided down carrying Feng Jiushang.

"Xue'er, I'm sorry, I hurt you!" Feng Jiushang patted the snow sculpture, his voice almost choked.

"Master, it's Xue'er who is incompetent and failed to protect you well!" Snow Eagle shook her head, her tone full of self-blame.

Feng Jiushang curled her lips into a wry smile, feeling deep pain in her heart, the weak not only cannot protect themselves, but also drag down the innocent...

I can't help but think of the evening after the rain three years ago...

The 12-year-old Feng Jiushang was wearing a purple shirt and standing under a dead tree, with a strange smile on her face, muttering to herself.

"Shu'er, your leaves are fallen and your branches are withered, lifeless. You are the same as me. You are a waste that the world hates. Don't be afraid, you will not be alone. I will accompany you!"

Feng Jiushang climbed up the branch of the dead tree with the strength of a dagger, tied a rope ring with a serious face, then probed in, and jumped down.

After a crisp sound, the top of the tree broke into several pieces and fell not far away. Feng Jiushang fell heavily under the tree, his arm was cut, and blood dripped into a piece of soil.

Feng Jiushang turned his head to search with difficulty, but he didn't see the rope used to hang himself, so he could only watch the blood on his arm drop by drop...

The blood-soaked soil suddenly moved, quickly opening a wide gap.

A huge red egg supported a pile of white wild mushrooms, emerged from the gap, cracked open with a bang, and a snow sculpture flapped its wings and flew out, circling around Feng Jiushang.

"Master, you are amazing, you can wake me up! Do you know? I am a spirit beast!"

……

Three years of dark years have passed, can't the hurdle in front of me be overcome?
With the sound of wind in his ears, the pale-faced Feng Jiushang suddenly had a splitting headache, and then his whole body ached, damn it!

A pair of clear water eyes opened wide, and looked around without blinking, but the surroundings were pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

There was a wry smile on the corners of his lips, is he really going to die?
In an instant, a majestic yet kind face appeared in his heart, and he said solemnly: "Jiu Shang, around this new moon day, you will encounter unlucky things, remember not to go out!"

This New Year's Day is inauspicious, father, I didn't expect you to be a prophecy...

Forget it, if he can go back alive, he must find a chance to destroy all of his father's divination tools...

In the darkness, Feng Jiushang couldn't help sighing in his heart, alas, did he really die like this?

The lovely "Blood Butterfly Dance" has not been developed yet...

Wei's brother and sister were not dead, so how could I, Feng Jiushang, die first!

Life is more precious than gold, don't give up easily!
With a strong obsession to survive, Feng Jiushang silently adjusts his breath, holding a guard...

After a dozen times of uninterrupted luck, Feng Jiushang found that the major meridians in his body had been blocked by ice chips, and his vitality showed no signs of moving.

If one's luck is not smooth, the breathing adjustment of spit turbidity and Naqing cannot be completed, and of course it is impossible to achieve a complete vitality cycle.

(End of this chapter)