The waste bird throws down the gods

Chapter 170
"Why can't you compare to Feng Jiu... Hey, yes, how can you compare to her, no, I'm sorry Feng Huang, it's useless to be the queen mother, the queen mother, the queen mother gave the kind of fire that the queen practiced before, the real fire of samadhi How are you? About the artifact? I think, I also have part of the control over the Linglong Tower, and I can summon it at any time. This is also for you, okay? When I turn around, I will ask the old man Tianzun to give you some treasures. It will make you feel wronged..."

Fenghuang couldn't listen to the words that followed, she looked at Tianhou in silence, nodded blankly, and returned to Xuannv Palace, and then felt too lonely, so she walked up and down on Buzhou Mountain, accidentally walking Arriving at the Duyi Temple in the heaven, the Duyi Temple has changed many times and is no longer the Duyi Temple of the past, but the landscape has largely remained the same.

She squatted beside the ink-colored pool, looked at her own reflection in the ink pool, and felt sorry for herself, probably her heart was so cold and dark.

Another figure appeared next to the reflection, and the man's handsome eyebrows were clearly visible in the water.

When she saw this face, her heart would ache, but the red mole between her eyebrows was like the red tears that shed when she was in the mortal world that year.

That year, Du Yihang became a monk, and the ancient Buddha with green lights left only the mountains and rivers full of silence. She guarded the palace alone, adopted a child of the royal family and became the new emperor, noble and unparalleled, but she was very lonely in her heart, and later committed a crime Disease, the genius doctor came to diagnose it, and said that it needs lotus seed heart to be cured.The emperor invited famous doctors all over the world.

In the end, he appeared in a dream with picturesque eyes in white robes and fed her lotus seed heart, lotus seed heart, pity heart, it was clearly his heart, she shed tears when she knew it, and threw it into the ink pool outside Du Yihang's study .A drop of red tears of blood dripped down between his brows. He wanted her to live and gave her his heart, and she wanted to give him back a heart that did not belong to her.

Whether it is the land of the extreme north, or the Nine Heavens, or the mortal palace, there are such ink pools one after another.

Those familiar memories have a heart-wrenching beginning and end, and those years of laughing or crying made her feel uneasy and confused.

"Do you know why there is such a pool of black water?"

After standing behind her for a long time, she didn't even look at her. A drop of tear fell into the ink pool and rippled. The person behind finally spoke, but she didn't look back.There was a bit of coolness in the voice.

"Does Master Xiaoyin have any insight?"

"Feng Huang, why are you obsessed with obsession? Don't you know that Du Yi likes to paint the things he likes the most, but has he ever painted a portrait of you?"

She was silent and silent, of course she didn't, never had.

"Do you still remember that he often drew on the desk at that time? Is there a portrait of you?"

She didn't speak, no, yes, no, not even one, when she had the courage to ask him.

"Master? You may draw a picture for me." She opened her eyes and looked at the master who was painting. His painting was a phoenix flower, which was extraordinarily delicate and beautiful, which was great.

He didn't look up. "Tomorrow, let the ice snake draw a picture for you."

That's how it went.

In those childhood years, there was only his silent voice.

"Fenghuang, do you know that he doesn't love you at all? Why are you so obsessed with it?" He said in a low voice again. "I will never lie to you, you should trust me."

(End of this chapter)