phoenix maiden

Chapter 5 Mutation (2)

A thought arose like a wisp, and lingered in Feng Jiushang's heart - I can't die, I must, I must live!
The obsession to survive persisted, and became stronger and stronger as she became frustrated. Feng Jiushang adjusted his breath like crazy luck, and continued to persevere. This time is not enough, continue to the next time...

The stars in the night seemed to be floating in a dark black pool, and the endless obsession soared straight up, passed through the void, and swept into the pool like a gust of wind, each star trembled slightly, and the brilliance of the stars became more and more brilliant .

Wisps of crystal-colored star energy protruded from the black pool, and slowly gathered into bunches of crystal-clear rainbows, which slid away from the night like meteors, poured down, and finally poured into Feng Jiushang's body.

Gradually, all the ice chips in Feng Jiushang's meridians melted and volatilized, and the vitality cycle was perfectly realized time after time...

Slowly, a layer of lavender misty brilliance appeared around Feng Jiushang.

Under the Falling Soul Cliff, a vague sigh floated up from the endless abyss, and disappeared in the dark night in an instant.

The snow sculpture suddenly shrank again, like a fluffy pillow, closed its eyes tiredly, and murmured in a low voice: "Master, take care..."

As the words fell, the snow sculpture fell straight down.

Feng Jiushang seemed to have sensed something, her thin lips moved a bit, but she didn't utter a word, her jade arm instinctively stretched out to grab a handful, just in time to catch one of Xue Ying's wings.

Not getting any water for a whole day, coupled with serious injuries and fleeing, the lingering fatigue hit like a mountain, Feng Jiushang fell straight down from head to foot, falling in a state of deep sleep.

Half an hour later, Feng Jiushang landed on the ground, his right hand was still firmly grasping the snow sculpture's wings, and his left hand was lifted up to rub his painful head, muttering softly: "Father... don't shoot... his head is not tall enough. ...you pay for..."

Then, Miss Feng leaned on her left arm and fell asleep again.

A quarter of an hour later, the snow sculpture suddenly woke up with a shiver—why was there such a heavy pressure as hell?

He opened his eyes wide and searched, and then the snow sculpture's breathing was almost stagnant-God, how could this be?
It's really that...

No, I didn't see anything!
The snow sculpture raised its wings and covered its eyes, intending to quietly hide in the crevice of the stone not far away, but it couldn't even move half a step.

In the extreme panic, Xue Diao finally realized that Feng Jiushang's right hand was tightly grasping his wing, and moved, he raised his paw and gently scratched his master's right arm.

Feng Jiushang slowly let go of the snow sculpture's wings, then curled up, adjusting to a more comfortable sleeping position.

The snow sculpture was dumbfounded again—Master, you actually fell asleep on that person's back, and even drool...Master, I'm...terrified, you...ask for blessings!

The snow sculpture folded its wings, held its breath, approached the crack of the stone, and quickly buried its head in.

"Father, I'll sleep again...for a while...there's no end to it...it hurts my head!"

Feng Jiushang felt very tired and wanted to sleep a little longer, but his father was standing beside the bed with a smile on his face, patting himself on the head continuously...

After complaining, the angry Feng Jiushang grabbed his father's hand and jumped up—Huh?How could father's hands have scales, or golden scales?
Rubbing his eyes, Feng Jiushang's hand tightened, and he touched it again - it seemed that he was dreaming, and the thing in his hand was the tip of a tail.

"Xue'er, it's you...have you transformed?" Feng Jiushang asked tentatively, and then followed the tail with his eyes.

(End of this chapter)