Everything was very strange, and even the ballad just now didn't know whether it was true or not, so he was ready to open the door. But at the thought that Phoenix Feather was still waiting for him, and that he might suffer in a certain room, he tried anyway.

Even if it's death, give it a try.

Thinking like this, Stygian opened a door to try his luck.

The door is unlocked, and it opens when you push it, but it doesn't look like a guest room, but like a family's own house.

The door opened, and the lights went out, and there was no light, not even the light coming from somewhere in the hallway.

A thrust pushed Mingqi's waist, and his feet were as slippery as oil, and Mingqi was pushed forward two steps without paying attention.

Squeak –

The wooden door behind him closed automatically, and Shen Qi summoned the black sword, his eyes motionless and looked at a familiar figure not far away - when the door was open just now, he couldn't see the inside if there was light outside, but now there was no light, but he could barely tell that a person was sitting on the windowsill with his back, looking at the figure, it was clearly a phoenix feather.

It is impossible for ordinary people to see that there is a person there, only those in the underworld with their own night vision eyes can see it, just like just now the Bihuang Emperor Taishang Laojun and Wen Yu couldn't see anything in the black hole, but Ying Qi could see it clearly.

Huang Yu stood in front of the windowsill and looked out at something, as if there was something very attractive to her outside the darkness, and even he walked in without alarming her in the slightest.

"Phoenix Feather?" Shen Qi asked cautiously, the black sword in his hand ready to be unsheathed.

Huang Yu, who had his back to him, did not speak.

Shen Qi froze, and then asked, "Phoenix Feather?" ”

She still didn't bother with it, and sat there like a delicate wooden man, making it a perfect ornament.

If it is awake, it will definitely not even move, and the only explanation is that the "Phoenix Feather" in front of him is controlled, or not awake.

Ming Qi raised his legs and walked straight forward, he could see everything here clearly, and the darkness couldn't block his vision.

The room was shabby, except for a lame table made of wood, which was dark and looked like it had been used for a long time. A wooden chair without a backrest, you don't even have to sit to know that it can't support a person's weight.

And the candlestick is on the ground.

A thin, half-burned white candle with a rusty flint next to it.

Stygian bent down to pick up the thin candle and put it on the table, the candlestick was too corroded to stand. She snapped her fingers, and a glowing yellow flame lit up on the thin candle, about the size of a bean.

The candle oil dripped on the table, and Stygian put the candlestick on it, paused and released his hand, and the candle could stand firmly on the table.

Although the range of the bean-sized candle is small, the room is also small, and it can shine into every corner of the house.

In the same way, it also shines on the phoenix feather sitting on the windowsill with his whole body leaning out.

Startled, Shen Qi hurriedly stepped forward to hug Huang Yu down, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.

That familiar feeling reappeared, and Stygian finally remembered where he had seen this scene.

At the old man's house in Tongzi Village!

On the night when Huang Yu was bitten by a snake, someone went up the stairs to the second floor, and the knocking sound on the door was wooden, and the sound of the floor was also wooden, and even the tall poplar tree outside the windowsill was the same height!

"Phoenix Feather?" Shen Qi cautiously shouted, "Can you hear me Huang Yu, Huang Yu?" ”

The woman's shoulders moved on the windowsill, and then slowly turned her head, a pair of blue eyes as clear and moving, but lacking aura, it was obvious that someone was controlling her.

When she looked over, her eyes seemed to be separated by a layer of indifferent mist, and her crystal clear blue eyes reflected a resolute and fierce darkness, like a sharp blade hitting the bottom of her heart.

It seems that she is wary of the whole world, no one believes in it, no one can go to the depths of her heart, and she has become a cold and carefree person again, just like ......

It's like when she was whipped, the last time she looked at the eyes of Shen Qi.

Ming Qi's heart was pounding, and it hurt to beat, and for a while, I didn't know if Huang Yu was controlled.

"Phoenix Feather......" He stepped forward and lifted his foot, taking a small step forward. Do you still know me? ”

The corners of Huang Yu's mouth hooked up a smile, and the long inky black hair fluttered in the wind, half of it fell on her shoulders, and half of it was tied up by white silk threads, and when the breeze blew, there was an elegant fairy aura.

She looked at Stygian and shook her head.

I don't remember.

For a while, she didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Huang Yu's eyes were full of doubts and distance towards strangers, and her eyes blinked slightly, as if thinking about why this person came behind her quietly.

"Don't sit there, let's come down and talk about it, okay?" Ming Qi carefully discussed, and stepped forward to take a small step.

Then, he saw Huang Yu move out of the window, and saw that two-thirds of his body was already hanging out of the window.

"Nope! No, no, no, don't go out, we don't speak, I'm just standing here, but it's gone. With that, she took two steps back, stepped back behind the desk, and looked at the woman sitting by the window by the faint candlelight.

The feather moved out of the feather stopped. She lifted her slender fingers and gently flicked the windswept strands of hair from her temples behind her ears, and a few short strands of hair on her forehead could not be tucked in. Unpretentious movements, slender fingers as noble as plucking strings, there is an unconscious charm in the nobility.

She smiled and turned her head back to stare out the dark window.

"I'm dreaming." Huang Yu said.

Ming Qi seemed to have a sense of knowing that she had the next sentence, but she inexplicably had a feeling of distress.

"I seem to ...... Dream that you're still there. ”

Huang Yu looked up at the sky outside, and a smile on the corner of his mouth didn't know when he pressed it down.

Ming Qi chuckled in his heart, and a sour feeling filled his entire chest.

How unconfident and eager Huang Yu must have been, he dreamed of him in his dreams, and he couldn't believe it when he woke up and saw the real thing.

Could it be that the reason why Huang Yu didn't let him go over just now was that he was afraid that he was fake, and he would disappear when he walked over......

It's so distressing.

One of them sat on the windowsill looking up at the starry sky, and the other stood behind her across the table looking up at her.

The sky was covered with darkness, and there was not a trace of fireworks outside, no fireflies, and no candlelight lit by others, so the stars in the sky appeared very bright and could be seen clearly.

Countless stars broke through the night and popped out, scattered in the sky blinking and blinking, the heavenly river is like an incomparably wide blanket, and the stars in the sky are the crystal and shining agate embellished on this blanket.

Each star has its own place, and it also has an unchanging pillow star, and they are born to rely on each other, and they are born to have eternal lovers.

Unlike them, although they are born with fate, they are destined to separate.

Huang Yu could see the gods, his eyes flowed, as blue as a deep pool, and he didn't know what he thought.

The light of the stars melted into a faint light, surrounding the moon, making the indifferent moon not so lonely.

For a moment, Ying Qi suddenly felt that the phoenix feather in front of him seemed to be about to turn into the moon and leave him, fly to the distant galaxy, be a little god monarch sought after by thousands of people, and never come back.

The humidity of the night is infiltrating the air and moistening people's hearts, sweet and bitter are all in it, inexplicably a little sad, and a little happy.

Fortunately, the years are quiet, and he can still see the phoenix feather.

Ming Qi really wanted to stay with Huang Yu like this, but when she thought that there were still many doors that had not been opened...... He could only break the hard-won tranquility.

Huang Yu sat on the edge of the windowsill, and Shen Qi asked softly, "Huang Yu, what are you thinking?" ”

Huang Yu turned his head and smiled at him, his back to the starry sky, looking very warm.

"Thinking about ......"

"Would you like to make a spell for you?"

Stygian nodded.

The smile on her face widened.

“3，”

“2，”

“1……”

Stygian suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Disappear."

I saw Huang Yu spread his arms, and at the moment when 1 fell, he fell into the wind!

"Phoenix Feather!" Shen Qi was shocked and shouted, "Sword go!" ”

Like a long black dragon, the black sword broke away from its scabbard and swooped under the window to try to catch the phoenix.

Shen Qi took a few steps to the window, his eyes darkened, and he almost couldn't stand.

Under the two-story building, blood rushed to the sky. The woman who had just sat on the windowsill looking up at the starry sky was now lying on her stomach, her face on the side, her eyes wide open in disbelief, and a smile on the corner of her mouth had not yet disappeared.

Endless blood-colored mist swirled around her, flowing out of her body, scarlet blood carrying her, gusts of fishy wind blowing upstairs, and her eyes were split.

The most unbelievable thing is that near the left chest of Huang Yu's back, there is a long sword checked!

The long sword emitted a cold light in the dark night, which one is not the black sword?

The smell of blood from the Yin corpse told Ying Qi that the people below were glad that it was not Huang Yu.

But he was still so frightened that his face turned pale, and he didn't dare to imagine that if this was the real phoenix feather, he fell downstairs in front of his eyes, was thrown covered in blood, and then pierced his heart by the black sword......

Phoenix Feather died again in front of his eyes.

He still couldn't save her.

What if it's really a phoenix feather...... It was the phoenix feather who was sealed with the spell, he didn't recognize it, he didn't stop it in time, and let her be controlled and jumped......

Ming Qi's heart was cold, as if a snake had crawled on his back and followed by a snake, and cold sweat on his face slid down his cheeks one after another, dripping on the edge of the windowsill where Huang Yu had just sit, forming a little splash. The clothes behind him were a little cold, and they were already soaked in cold sweat. He lay on the windowsill and looked at the woman below, and his body trembled slightly.

He didn't dare to look at Huang Yu, and he couldn't bear to watch someone die in front of him again and again with the identity of Huang Yu. He wondered if there would be some miracle - he could recognize Huang Yu at first glance when he opened the door, rather than waiting for her to die by the smell of blood from the Yin corpse.

No one told him what to do.

He stood there dumbfounded, unable to do anything, as if he had forgotten what he was going to do next.

The black sword swooped out from the chest of the Yin corpse below, and quickly flew back into the scabbard on the waist of the underworld, emitting a buzzing tremor.

It's also scared.

Shen Qi raised his hand to cover the hilt of the sword, silently comforting the black sword.

The moment it went down just now, no one knew what was going on.

I don't know if he comforted the black sword, or the black sword comforted him, Ming Qi held the windowsill with both hands, his feet were slightly bent, he couldn't straighten, as long as he straightened, he would keep shaking, and his hands on the windowsill were trembling.

His heart was tight, as if there was an invisible silk thread, tightly wrapped around his heart, only one thread connected to an unknown place, as long as there was a breeze that could blow the silk thread tremble, even his heart trembled.

You are a genius, remember in a second: Red Sweet Spring: