Chapter 247: The Old Man (4)
"Feng Rin, is this only one thing he said? Didn't he say anything else? Lu Jian raised his eyebrows, looked at Hongluan and asked.
Hongluan didn't know why, and she was depressed in her heart. He whispered, "No, but Hongluan guessed that he still seemed to have reservations about me." ”
It seems that he is not yet hopeless. Lu Jian looked at the gloomy face of Hongluan, and said secretly in his heart. That Feng Huang's collusion with the Demon Realm is an unforgivable felony, and if Feng Rin reveals this matter, this Heavenly Realm will know about it sooner or later. I'm afraid that by then, they will all be charged with colluding with the Demon Realm.
Lu Jian didn't speak, but walked in front of Qingluan, stretched out a hand and put it on Qingluan's forehead, only to see that the originally fierce Qingluan suddenly became very docile, not making trouble or screaming. Lu Quan's hand seemed to be magical, making Qingluan, who had always been hostile to him, instantly quiet, and his slender fingers brushed between Qingluan's eyes, only to see Lu Quan's face change, and said in a deep voice: "This is ...... The Queen Mother's Seal? ”
"Yes! After I rescued Qingluan, I brought it back to West Kunlun and begged the Queen Mother to seal its wisdom. Hongluan lovingly stretched out his hand and stroked the shiny black feathers on Qingluan's back, and the expression on his face softened suddenly.
"I see." Lu Jian suddenly realized. took two steps forward, unfolded his palm down, placed it on the top of Qingluan's head, lowered his eyes and silently recited some incantation, after a while, I saw a dark yellow circle of light appear above Qingluan's head, and the circle of light gradually became smaller with the spell in Lu Luan's mouth, and finally disappeared.
After Lu Jian stopped, Hongluan's breath stagnated, and he was about to say thanks, but he found that Qingluan beside him had undergone unexpected changes.
The black feathers on Qingluan's body seemed to gradually turn white, and Hongluan was secretly shocked in his heart: this Qingluan turned out to be a beautiful white phoenix. This kind of white phoenix is extremely rare in Danxue Mountain, if she remembers it well, this kind of white phoenix is a rare auspicious thing, and its noble status even surpasses that of the Phoenix Emperor, and the difference between a black feather phoenix like Qingluan is almost a day and a place.
Before Hongluan could come back to his senses, the body of this white phoenix changed unexpectedly. It seemed to be in great pain, trembling and curling into a ball. Its feathers are as pure as snow. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the feathers stripped off Bai Feng's body, each of which was connected to the other, gradually merging into one. The white light was magnificent, and the dazzling light made Lu Jian and Hongluan can't help but cover their eyes with their hands, and they only heard Qingluan let out a terrible hiss and then there was no sound......
The white light just now was very dazzling, and even the sky outside the Shangshen Treasure Hall was as bright as day by that strange light. In the sky above West Kunlun, a new star seems to have appeared. The location of the star surprised Su Zhihui, who was stargazing in the middle of the night, and he stood up and frowned, how could this be possible? How does a fallen star return to its place? Even entered the six-pointed star array, what the hell is going on......
The light in the Shangshen Treasure Hall gradually disappeared, and Lu Jian and Hongluan lowered their palms and looked at Qingluan.
The white phoenix in the hall changed his body, a tall man with long hair and white clothes, he slowly got up from the ground, his hair was messy. Blocking his face, he looked down, like a homeless beggar in the human world. His eyes were bright, and his pure gaze passed through his hair and was dullly focused on Hongluan's body. He stood up slowly, as if he was a little uncomfortable with his current human form.
"Master......" His voice was hoarse, and he tried to speak in a low voice, called Hongluan, and slowly approached her with staggering steps.
Hongluan was a little nervous in his heart, this spirit beast that had been raised for tens of thousands of years suddenly became a man taller than himself one day. The gap in my heart is really huge. How should she treat and settle him, Hongluan was in trouble at this time.
Seeing that Qingluan's hand was about to touch Hongluan's clenched fist, a gust of breeze blew and lifted Hongluan's fiery skirt. also blew away the strands of broken hair that Qingluan blocked in front of his forehead. The moonlight shined through the vermilion window lattice, gently flowing on the man's plain white clothes, Hongluan's face changed greatly, and he almost stood unsteadily, and Lu Zhuan's complexion on the side changed slightly, and he stretched out his hand to support Hongluan. Whispered, "What's wrong with you?" ”
"He's, he's the ...... Si Ming Xingjun! Hongluan's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes stared at the ignorant man in front of him for a moment.
"Command?" Lu Jian looked at the white-clothed Qingluan in amazement, he had never seen Si Ming Xingjun, but when he saw Hongluan's reaction, he knew that this Qingluan must be exactly the same as the fallen Si Ming Xingjun. It's just that the man with a somewhat dull gaze just called out to the master of Hongluan. It can be seen that he has no memory, he may only remember his life as Qingluan Baifeng, but he will forget all about his life as Si Ming Xingjun. Lu Jian couldn't help sighing, this hibiscus was so wrong, and he finally did a good thing. It's just a pity that he won't remember the feelings of the Jinxiao in the previous life for him. Maybe this is fate, whether it is in this life or in the previous life, there is only Hongluan alone in the eyes of this Si Ming Xingjun, and only Hongluan can be tolerated.
"Division, Division? Are you really the Commander? Hongluan's eyes were slightly red, and she asked in a trembling voice. Her hand caressed the man's handsome face, and the warm touch made Hongluan's nose sore, and tears came out of her eyes.
She was a strong woman, but the nightmare followed her almost all the time. In the dream, Si Ming was half lying in her arms, his chest was full of bright red, the red soaked through the snow-white clothes, slowly spreading and spreading, stinging her eyes like a blooming red lotus, his hand held her tightly, he looked at her with nostalgia, but the strength in his hand slowly passed, until he could no longer hold it. He smiled and said to her, Hongluan, fortunately it wasn't you who hurt......
Every time he was awakened by a nightmare, Hongluan would break out in a cold sweat. The dream was too real, and she didn't feel sleepy. From then on, she began to avoid resting so as not to fall into that desperate dream again.
"The hosts. Don't cry. There was no expression on the man's face, just Mu Ne raised his hand to wipe the tears from Hongluan's face.
Hongluan smiled, turned his back, wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, and turned back and smiled: "Well, I don't cry!" Si Ming, tell me, do you still remember, who you are? ”
"I'm called Qingluan, not Si Ming." The man shook his head and corrected.
"No, you're not Qingluan, you're Si Ming, you must be Si Ming!" Hongluan was a little excited, grabbed his arms, and said urgently.
Lu Jian saw that Hongluan was too excited, so he kindly reminded: "Hongluan, whether he is the order of the matter, you can go back and talk, what this gentleman wants to talk about is more important things about him." (To be continued.) )