"It's just a metaphor. There are many legends about the phoenix in China, which is called Nirvana in Buddhism, and there are also legends about immortal birds similar to the phoenix in Egypt and ancient Greece, but at the earliest, the phoenix appeared in the record of China's "Classic of Mountains and Seas". ”

Secia sat down in front of the coffee table, stretched out his hand and brushed the teapot, the tea in the pot came out of the warm mist, and he poured a cup of tea that was seven minutes full of tea comfortably, tasted it, and looked at the raging fire on the bed for a long time, and said slowly-

"Regardless of the content of the various legends, there is also a more or less identical description of 'rebirth from the ashes': the phoenix burns itself in the flames, burns it out, and is reborn. ”

"Fire is the source of all things, and it contains the most sacred and powerful power in heaven and earth. ”

"My magic is nothing more than borrowing from the phoenix's lust, using the power of fire to reshape life, not true nirvana, and there is no need to burn her to ashes and reshape her flesh and bones in the flames. The Demon Fire Flame was only recovering for her, and suppressing the foreign virus, without any changes to her original physique. ”

Xiao felt that his heart and liver had been quietly put down, and he couldn't help but be annoyed by this strange emotional reaction.

Angrily ripped off the collar, sat down in front of the coffee table, rolled up his sleeves, poured a cup of tea and gulped it down.

Secia knocked on the coffee table in displeasure and warned, "Little one, watch your manners! Don't behave like a disgusting pirate in front of me!"

Xiao sneered, raised his eyebrows, and said: "I was originally a pirate, a pirate who specializes in killing people and plundering goods, and the worst pirate leader, the 'king of the sea' hand-picked by your old man Chrysostom!

"Oh-" Secia snuffed out her voice and smirked, "You're mad at yourself?"

Squinting at the slanted expression, Saisiah asked again: "Is there another unfamiliar emotion in front of this baby? This emotion is called 'inferiority'?"

Like to appease the fried child, Secia softened his voice and said seriously: "Little guy, you are the king of the sea handpicked by the divine and great Secia, even if you are in front of the supreme monarch, you can still stand proudly in front of people, and you don't need to be ashamed of yourself in front of anyone." Look at Pirate Island today, you are already the pride of Secia. How can you compare yourself to those pirates? Are you- are you a pirate?"

Sure enough, Sethia knew!

Xiao Xiao's heart sank, and he pretended to be relaxed and asked, "Am I not a pirate?"

"Huh?" said Secia with a meaningful smile, "whether you are a pirate or not, ask yourself." ”

After speaking, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the heart of the owl, and gently added: "No matter who you are, you are the overlord of this sea area, the king of my sea area, my child!"

Xiao looked at Secia's eyes, smiled knowingly, stood up, stood up with his slender legs in front of Secia, proudly holding his head high, and the sunlight outside the window put a layer of shining golden light on his tall and muscular figure.

Arrogantly tilting her head and turning around, Si Siran stepped away, leaving a sentence: "When you finish burning this woman, I will send someone to pick her up." ”

......

This is a high-class clubhouse located on Madison Avenue in New York, in a commercial building. The membership fee of this club is as high as 300,000 US dollars a year, but the membership status is quite peculiar, which can be said to be a secret concentration of mercenaries. In addition to the various girls with angry figures and different temperaments, the members who enter and leave the club are big men with tangled muscles and a murderous atmosphere.

On this day, the focus of everyone in the clubhouse was on a 21 table in the lobby, as one of the players had won 30 in a row, and the table was already stacked with chips.

Whether it was everyone who followed the trend or watched the game, the mood was unusually high.

The other player, whose face was pale, shook off his cards, suddenly got up, and stared at the winner for a long time before leaving angrily.

It was as if the winner had made a special trip to bet against the loser. As soon as the loser left, the winner smiled and threw out a few chips worth tens of thousands of dollars to the dealer and the waitress beside him as tips, and then got up and left the table. The chips on the table were automatically counted by a staff member who came up to count them and convert them into checks on his behalf.

The winner walked to the bar with his glass in hand, and soon several girls surrounded him.

The winner was an Oriental man with a tall, long, toned body, who was no slouch in front of a group of Western sturdy men.

Especially the oriental, handsome and masculine face, with a pair of seductive peach blossom eyes, the whole person exudes an uninhibited, playboy-like bad masculinity.

was glanced at by his smiling peach blossom eyes, and even a girl who has been in love for a long time will have her heart beating like a deer.

He put his arms around the waists of several beautiful women, smiling and flirting with them and drinking wine, and his affectionate eyes were even more drunk than alcohol.

He constantly provoked envy and jealousy from vicious eyes, but he seemed to be unconcerned, and he kept laughing as if no one was around, arrogant and wanton.

The other male members glared at him, almost crushing their glasses.

If it weren't for the fact that the clubhouse strictly forbade fights and disputes in the clubhouse, and that there was a strong force behind the club, no one would dare to break the rules here, someone would have dismantled the bones of this oriental man who was out of the limelight and thrown out of the clubhouse like garbage.

Among the resentful eyes, there was the sight of the loser. The man asked for a bottle of whiskey, and drank it in a big gulp, his face had turned from blue to flushed, and his beast-like gaze never left the Oriental man's body, and his right hand subconsciously continued to rub the pistol on his waist.

It wasn't until the Oriental man answered a phone call that he regretfully and reluctantly kissed goodbye to a few girls and exchanged phone numbers......

The man put down the bottle with a snap, got up, and left the club before the oriental man.

The Oriental man took the elevator directly down to the parking lot, whistled, and walked to the parking position in a rather good mood.

Finally stopped in front of a yellow Humvee, stood still, and turned around.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, he grinned at the red-eyed loser who was following him, pointing a pistol at him.

A strand of hair brushed his eyelashes on his forehead, and he blew his hair away, looking leisurely and cheerful, as if he had just met a familiar friend, not a murderer with a firearm.

Step by step, the man approached him, standing still a few steps away from him, the man was not sure if the oriental man in front of him was a mercenary like him, staring at him warily.

"Friend, are you going to ask for my money, or are you going to want my life?" The oriental man still maintained a leisurely demeanor, and asked the man standing in front of him with a smile on the corner of his mouth.