Listening to the Phoenix

Chapter 61. Chapter 60

"It's a blind man!"

"Shh! Parents said, don't get close to him!"

"Who knows if he is a disaster star!"

With laughter, the children gathered together and pointed at one person.

It was a young man.

Her long jet-black hair was tied up by a black headband, exposing her fair and slender neck.His complexion is pale, except for a plain white dark coat, there is only a small purple bell, and the exposed skin is even a little paler than the white coat.His facial features are slightly feminine, a kind of indistinguishable beauty, serene and deep.He closed his eyes, his lips were gray, and he coughed a few times from time to time, looking sleepy.

"It's neither male nor female, and I don't know if it came from that kind of dirty place! Look! You still look!" A sharp female voice sounded.The fat woman slapped the middle-aged man beside him who was staring at the young man obsessively, cursing obscenely.

The children laughed and clapped their hands.

The young man sighed in a low voice, then coughed again and again.

Suddenly the sword light streaked across the sky and the earth.That sword is dazzling and shining, prouder than the scorching sun, and lonely than the bright moon.

It was a brilliant sword, a sword that moved heaven and earth.So the mountain collapsed.

The dust dissipated, only the young man was sitting under the tree coughing lowly.

The purple-clothed deity has no sword in his hand, and there is still ice and snow on his fingertips.His extremely beautiful eyes were filled with coldness and indifference, like the accumulation of boundless snow.

"Yinzui, why did you even kill the child?" The young man asked while coughing, but there was no sense of blame in his tone.

"Lingyin is drunk and dead." The cold voice sounded, colder than the voice was the lonely and deep eyebrows and indifferent eyes of the young man in purple.

"Qi'an." The young man in white changed his address graciously, and laughed, a little cinnabar between his eyebrows was as bright red as blood.

Qimin: "Why don't you kill him?"

The young man in white was speechless.

Qimin: "They insulted you."

The young man in white said: "It's just a few words, did you really do anything to me?"

Qimin's eyes remained calm: "Do?"

"Hit, throw, force, they didn't do anything." The young man in white laughed.

Qimin: "I kept my soul."

After coughing again, the young man in white said, "Let's go to your domain."

Even if Qimin didn't say anything, how could he not "see" it?

Those people were full of resentment, and they came here for atonement.Next, they must go through dozens of lives of tragic death and pain to offset their evil obstacles.

Qimin killed them not only in accordance with God's will, but also to save them from the sorrow of this life.

After all, Qimin still has kindness in her heart, even if her heart has long been bloodied, torn and broken by the world, and there is no hope.

Snow barren.

The young man rang the purple bell on his waist.

Qimin appeared in front of him.

The young man sat on the ice bed and waved to Qi Min.

Qi Min walked towards him.

He is barefoot.As she walked, the purple clothes swayed, revealing a little icy white from time to time.

The young man sat side by side with Qimin, talking intermittently.The cough has been coughing intermittently.

As the young man spoke, he brushed Qimin's strand of snowy hair and played with it in his hand.The cold feeling passed through the hands, like snow water flowing through the hands.

Looking sideways at Qi Min's profile, the young man suddenly didn't know what to say.

Every stroke of the god next to him seems to be filled with all kinds of scenery in the world, and every place is in line with the rhythm of the way of heaven, or the great way.This face is simply the most perfect painting in the youth's memory.

Unbelievable scenery.

Also, for this body, how much effort Tiandao has spent.With Qimin's appearance, he is in harmony with the Dao everywhere, and he has gathered the great favor of the Dao of Heaven.

But he could feel it... feel it.

Qi Min was heartbroken.

No smiles, no mood swings at all.Although he is still alive, he is not much different from the walking dead.

"Qiyin, do you remember the past? He would make you laugh—"

"Don't think about the past."

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then he realized, "I can't control my thoughts." He smiled and asked, "Qimin, did you learn this sentence from him?"

"He did."

"Seventh, can you lie down?"

Qimin lay on the ice bed without any fluctuation.

The slender fingers picked up the hem of the purple dress, and it didn't stop until it reached the knees.The exposed calf is slender and clean, and the ankle is even more perfect.The ice-white complexion made it look like a perfect work of art rather than a body.

The youth poked out his consciousness.

"Qimin, close your eyes."

Qi Min quietly closed her eyes.

The young man said: "Qi Min, you are like a puppet now."

It's just that there is still a sense of self-awareness.

Seventh did not respond.

The young man sighed, stroked Qi's long snowy hair, put his fingertips on Qi's eyebrows, stroked down, and stopped next to his lips.

"Qimin, how about we go together?" With a slightly coquettish and pleading tone, the young man smiled, showing a trace of sadness and desolation.

Qimin seemed to have fallen asleep and did not respond.

So the young man leaned over, his fingers ran across the icy white slender neck, landed on the purple collar, and gently pulled it apart.The other hand also tore open the purple belt at the same time.

The purple belt fell on the snow, the white hair slid off the ice bed and fell to the ground, a smear of bright red slipped down the snow hair and fell to the ground, with the imprint of the phoenix burning on it.

The thin shoulders, delicate collarbone, and the golden and red wings of the phoenix under the left collarbone set off the ice-white and flawless skin.The young man's fingertips slid across the sky, but there was no trace of lust on his closed-eyed face, only pity.The young man's voice was like his face, and it sounded like he couldn't tell the difference between men and women for a moment. He asked softly, "Qimin, he is the only one who has touched you, right?"

Seven was silent.

The young man's fingertips dropped and touched Qimin's left shoulder.

At that moment, the young man felt the tension in Qimin's body.Smiling, he held Qimin's hand with the other hand, clearly feeling Qimin's slightly trembling hand.

But Qimin still didn't move.

"Qimin, are you letting me do whatever I want?" The young man smiled, "But Qimin, you must never do this to other people. You are like this...but it is very, very easy to arouse the desire to commit crimes in others."

Qimin's existence, even if he just quietly closed his eyes, was enough to attract people to be obsessed with him and crazy about him.Although more people will hold him high above the altar, and stand below and look up at him obsessively.

However, after all, there are people in this world who are keen on blasphemy.

And he has achieved this level, Qimin still let him move.Such beauties "obediently" let themselves do what they do, and I am afraid that there are very few people in the world who can control themselves in the future.

The warm touch flowed from the shoulders to the collarbone, and Qi Min strongly suppressed the urge to kill someone, and a sense of self-abandonment gradually spread in his heart.

The young man pulled back his purple clothes, revealing Qimin's upper body.Looking at the tail feathers on his heart, he said: "Qimin, are you willing?"

Qimin didn't answer.

The young man bowed his head, put his lips on Qimin's neck, and shook Qimin's hand with one hand, "Would Qimin be willing?"

Qimin was about to get up at that moment, but froze at the last second.The youth's lips moved down the neck and stopped at the shoulders.There was no light kiss, just a simple cuddle.

Qimin's body tensed even more.

The young man happened to see Qi Min's tightly pursed lips and slightly raised chin.

"Has he ever treated you like this?" the young man asked abruptly.

ah?Seventh opened her eyes.

In front of me is the roof of the temple made of ice, with no patterns on it.The sky light refracted down, and he felt for a moment that he saw the blue sky.

There seems to be a touch of red.

"Qi Min." Calling again, the young man opened his lips, biting Qi Min's shoulder lightly with his teeth, and asked vaguely, "Did he treat you like this?"

"No."

"Didn't he touch you before?" The young man suddenly raised his head and "looked straight" at Qimin.

"There is no consciousness, only instinct." Qimin said.

There was a hint of heartache on the young man's face, "Does it hurt?"

Qi Min said: "He bit it, very hard."

The young man rubbed Qimin's shoulder with his hand, and asked again, "Does it hurt?"

Without waiting for Qimin to answer, he said: "It must be very painful. If only instinct is left, how can it not hurt?"

Seven Min had no expression.

The young man leaned on Qimin's body, his lips stuck to Qimin's shoulder again, but his fingertips touched the Phoenix mark.

Suddenly froze, Qi Min suddenly raised her hand and grabbed the young man's wrist.

The door of the palace was opened, and the young man in red froze at the door.

Judging from his sight, Qimin's clothes were half-faded, and the young man on his body bowed his head and kissed his shoulder, interlocking his fingers, and it was charming and lingering, it was clear that the two were interested in each other.

With a bang, the palace door closed, and Fenghuang flung his sleeves and left.

"... Ah Ci..." Qi Min murmured.

The corner of the young man's mouth curled up, and his lips gently kissed on the collarbone.

A trembling feeling came, but Qimin pushed the young man away, grabbed the clothes uncontrollably and wiped the place the young man just touched.

The young man sat on the ground, put his hands on the ground, and coughed lightly.

Soon, bright red appeared on the ice-white skin, and Qimin's strength became stronger and stronger.

"Qimin, did you find out?" the young man finally stopped coughing and asked lightly.

The spiritual power in Qimin's hand flashed, and the clothes on her body dissipated instantly.

The young man who "watched" with his spiritual sense froze for a moment, suddenly felt his mood fluctuate, and hurriedly moved away from his spiritual sense not to look at Qi Min on the ice bed, "Qi Min, put on your clothes first."

"Wash it off." Before he finished speaking, Qi Min disappeared into the hall, and the red hairband on the ground was bent away by him.

"God's will...God's will!" Coughing loudly, with blood dripping from his mouth, the young man smiled nonchalantly, "The way of heaven, the way of heaven...ha!"

In the pool, Qimin's expression remained indifferent, and she tightly held the hair tie in her palm.

Phoenix Phoenix...

Gift of tail feathers.

Ah Ci.Ah Ci.

In Phoenix City, all the adult members of the Phoenix Clan hugged each other tremblingly in their Phoenix Emperor's domain, their eyes terrified.

On the martial arts arena, Fenghuang is miserable... Ahh!Miserable Feng Dao Ling Fengfa pointedly "pointed" a Phoenix elder expressionlessly.

Feng Xin, who was being abused on the stage: "..." There is a swear word, I don't know if it should be scolded or not!Oh shit!

With the sound of footsteps, the fragrance of orchids mixed with the fragrance of bamboo, the young man sat by the bed.

Qi Min opened her eyes and looked at him.

The young man stretched out his hand and rubbed Qimin's left shoulder through the purple clothes.

Snapped--

The hand was slapped away mercilessly, even Qiyan herself didn't expect such a big reaction from herself.Confusion spread over the cold face that had been maintained all along.

The youth smiled.

"Qimin, did you find out?" His tone was soft and almost coaxing, "Heaven's way of treating you has done something incredible."

"Now, except for him, you can't bear to touch other people's skin." The fact that has been deliberately ignored all this time was mercilessly exposed, and the young man smiled and chilled.Qimin's face was blank, and her voice was dry and staccato, almost as if forced out of her teeth: "Stop talking."

"The way of heaven prevents you from being in contact with others... Ah Ling, are you really in love with him?" the young man asked.

The young man's tone was very light, but Qi Min could no longer remain indifferent.

"roll!!"

A few days later, Qimin's eyes were indifferent because of his majestic appearance, which was blocked and coveted by the man again.

If you look closely, there is still a bit of a void.

Just when the man was about to touch the headband on his hair and the skirt of his clothes, Qimin came back to his senses.With sharp eyes, several sword intents formed a sword net and crushed the men.

Blood fell, and flesh and blood splattered, but none of them touched Qimin, nor did it move the young man in white clothes with a pair of longing, passionate peach blossom eyes standing in the corner.

"Qimin, where's Ah Liu?" asked the young man in white.A tear mole on his extremely clean face was like a tear of blood, beautiful but sad.

"Hehe."

"Qimin... where is Ah Liu?" Yu He asked again.

Qi Min turned her eyes back and left.

In the forest, the purple-clothed youth paused, "Come out."

He and the continuous golden Taoist text on the white clothes made Qimin ask: "Do you remember him? The way of heaven."

He and Lianmou said, "Qimin, this is what you planned. Let me become the Dao of Heaven."

Qimin: "It's not me."

Xi He: "Why should he decide this for me?!"

Qimin: "He said, he loves you."

He He: "..." He raised his forearm to cover his eyes, and his voice was sad, "Because of love...you can die for me? Can you leave me so resolutely? Just...can you stop my practice?" Desperate cultivation technique, let me watch him die?! Let me kill his incarnation with my own hands?!"

Qimin was silent.

"Qimin, I want to make a deal with you."

Qi Min didn't even say a word, just turned around.

"He, maybe he can recover his memory and become your Aci."

In a word, Qimin couldn't lift her footsteps anymore.

Aci...

Thousands of tastes spread on the root of the tongue, and whenever the name is murmured, the taste is always unknown.

It used to be joyful, but now it is bitter and reluctant.

After a long silence, Xi He heard a word that he had expected but was still happy about.Qi Min turned around and said, "Okay."

"Qimin, do you want to turn back time?" the young man asked.

Seven stumps and one stagnation.

"Qimin, I found a way to turn back time, but I need to pay some price."

"Okay." Qi Min said.

The young man finally opened those peach blossom eyes, which were hollow and golden, and smiled happily.

Just take it as compensation for Qimin.I am used to seeing Qimin who has mood swings, every time he touches Qimin who is now completely turned into a piece of ice, and feels the loneliness that emanates, he can't help but feel distressed.

Even if the price is unbearable for him, he will make Qimin laugh again.

Even if, he pushed Ah He away cruelly again.

...In fact, he also has selfish intentions, wanting to touch Ah He who has not yet become the Dao of Heaven.

When the moment of time reversal begins, the young man finally "sees" Nanan's smile.

Not big, but there is hope.

Ahe...

The youth passed out.

The moment he fell, the young man in white supported him.

"Qimin, let's start when I find you and say that sentence." He He smiled slightly.

Qi Min nodded slightly.

He stepped into the ice coffin, and his figure gradually turned into that of a boy.

He shot and took a quarter of his soul.

The pain of tearing his soul apart was no less than tearing him apart bit by bit, but Qi Min closed his eyes safely.

Taking a look at Qimin's up and down, Da He sealed his soul in the particularly conspicuous red hairband in Qimin's snowy hair.

Then, holding the fainting young man in his arms, he stepped out step by step.

Ah Liu, you plotted against me, so why not if I plot against you once?

Whoever Qimin stands by, with his help, whoever will be calculated will be unaware.

If it weren't for Qimin showing a little flaw because of the great grief of the Phoenix Emperor, I would have hated you to the depths and had no desires as you wished.Fortunately, Qimin fell in love with Fenghuang.

Qimin has a weakness, she breaks free from the shackles of the prehistoric world, and with the help of Dao—our real parents—, she walks out on her own path.

Ah Liu, this is the second time.

For the first time, I watched you die under the ax of Pangu in the prehistoric times.The second time, I saw you smile and greet the heavens with no bones left, your soul broken.

Could it be that without that shred of guilt for Qimin, you wouldn't have left yourself a way out, left a trace of soul to wake Qimin up?

You say I'm pure, but actually it's Qimin who is really pure!Qimin's heart is pure like that of a child, that's why he has such a pair of eyes.

But Qimin is definitely not stupid.

He is too smart, so he sees too clearly.The heart is like a glass mirror.If he has a heart, why can't he see through everything in the world?

Qimin is too pure.

An Heyi opened his eyes and suddenly laughed.

Ah Liu, let's compare and see whether the plan you have painstakingly planned for tens of thousands of years is better, or the game that I and Qiyin have jointly set up is better.

Is it the practice of severing emotion and desire?

Then we will wait and see.

"A Ci, I want to set up a formation."

"Let's go."

"A word."

"Ah."

"A Ci, it's good that you're still here."

Feng Queci leaned over, his lips whispered in Lingyinzui's ear: "Don't think about the past."

"Thinking is out of control." With a straight face, Lingyinzui said the answer he used to make Liuchen stop talking about it by saying "don't think about the past".

Feng Que Ci then moved his head, and his lips touched.

"Ok?"

"Ah Ling, don't think about it any more."

"……it is good."

"good."

"..." Go away!