In the Nine Heavens, in the side hall of Longlin Palace, several immortals pushed and shoved a woman dressed in black, and viciously pierced the spirit lock into the woman's pipa bone.

This is a small side hall, but today it is rare to shine, the patriarch of the water tribe, the god Boyan is wearing a long aqua blue dress, and countless pleasures have passed on her beautiful face, she holds the soul gathering beads found from this side hall in her slender fingers, and looks at the low-level crow with low spiritual power condescendingly, and sneers and opens her mouth:

"Feng Jiu, do you know what kind of sin it is to steal the most cherished Ning Jade of His Highness?"

"This jade is not mine, I don't know, Bo Yan, it was you who framed me. The woman in black was not panicked, she had seen it a lot, and she knew it, but her face with untidy facial features still flashed an unbearable look because of the restraint of the spirit lock, "Parking, if you do this, aren't you afraid that Long Yuan will blame you?"

"Bold, who gave you the right to call the name of the god and His Highness, without respect, sin one, stealing the soul bead to cultivate, sin two, confusing His Highness, sin three, today, the deity has carried out the laws of the heavenly realm, and broke the wings of your crow!" Bo Yan smiled coolly, stepped forward slowly, picked up the chin of Feng Jiu, who was still struggling, and suddenly his fingertips were filled with aqua blue smoke, which divided into two streamers and folded straight towards the arm of the woman who was being bound.

Then, the woman in black broke her muscles and veins, drenched in blood, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Feng Jiu's pupils shrank suddenly, trying her best to suppress herself from crying out in pain, the little thumb of her right hand was buried in her palm, and blood beads oozed out drop by drop, the last glimmer of hope she was holding was shattered, and the pain from her soul quickly spread from her two arms, so that she didn't even have the strength to stand up, weak and painful.

At that moment, she knew that her dignity as a bird was no longer there, because her wings could no longer be repaired, and she could no longer fly.

The most vicious water god in the center of the Six Realms, Bo Yan, rules the huge water tribe, even the Emperor of Heaven has to pay three points, if she makes a move, how can she easily let herself go?

Broken wings, ruined!

And the person who made her trust wholeheartedly, the person who always smiled at her, the person who was so powerful in the Nine Heavens, never appeared.

She should have expected that dragons and birds, even though they can fly, have never been worlds apart......

"Feng Jiu, do you think that you are a black crow, but you can do anything wrong in this Longlin Palace just to save His Royal Highness the Prince? Don't be delusional, you are just a goblin who even needs the gift of His Highness to transform into a shape, in this god, you are just an ant, and this god is just moving his fingers, it is enough to kill you! Your Highness He likes, from beginning to end, there is only this god alone, otherwise do you think, why did this god come to this Nine Heavens, he changed his attitude towards you, and let you fall into the dust from this top all at once? You're a joke from beginning to end!" The sneer accompanied the sound of the standing beauty in the ears of the ugly girl who was already kneeling on the ground, and the god flicked the non-existent blood beads on her clothes, letting the blood rain fall on the mist she created, and mockingly prepared to turn away.

"What about the crows? who will always be the crown princess in the future, what are you?" Feng Jiu was powerless to wipe the blood from the corners of her mouth, and she was unable to rely on the spiritual power to heal her injuries, but she never knew that she would admit defeat, she raised her head and stubbornly endured the convulsions of her body and said.

It turns out that he really doesn't care anymore......

He said he would come as soon as she pinched the shallow scar on her little finger.

But he didn't—

The pain was extreme, and she would rather die a tragic death than imprint his heart with the most regretful mark.

Even if he never belonged to her!

"Heh, it's really a lord who is not afraid of heaven and earth, that god wants to see how long you can hold this bird for ten thousand years? You, the so-called crown princess, are dead, and the god takes back what should belong to him, what can't he do?" Bo Yan's sharp eyes flashed with cold light, and the ice-blue spiritual power in his hand quickly enveloped the person who was paralyzed on the ground, and then quickly solidified Feng Jiu into an ice sculpture, braving the cold, standing in the night.

Feng Jiu couldn't speak, he was sealed in the ice like that, and even when he moved his eyes, it hurt terribly, and the blood oozing from the broken wings gradually solidified, turned into crystal red ice, and slowly died.

In this silent Longlin Palace, she was alone, not even a single immortal who came to stop her.

How sad it is that the titular crown princess has become like this all at once!

Long Yuan, what were you planning when you made me this promise?

And the goddess who was high up waved her sleeves, gave her a mocking look, and left with the crowd on her toes.

The night of the Nine Heavens was very cold, very cold, and the phoenix that had become an ice sculpture was even colder, so cold that even her heart froze inch by inch, and then the whole soul was frozen, and in this silent Longlin Palace, there was never a little light, which pulled her who was already on the verge of death into the boundless abyss again.

Long Yuan, Long Yuan, if you are on the edge of the abyss, do you really hate me so much?

Do you know that the crow that longs to soar like a phoenix for nine days is going to die?

There was no answer, no one came, the silence around was terrible, and all that was left was Feng Jiu's soul that was already slowly dissipating, and he sketched in his mind the crescent white figure that would glow when he laughed.

Long Yuan, if I die, will you regret it?

Memories lingered in her gray mind, but what remained was the most unforgettable hatred and pain......

[II]

The encounter between Long Yuan and Feng Jiu was in a winter that was three feet freezing.

At that time, Feng Jiu was just a black crow in Putuo Mountain who had cultivated for three hundred years and still hadn't turned into a human form, and Long Yuan at that time was not His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who was terrifying and brilliant in the Nine Heavens, but just a little white snake that was injured.

Feng Jiu still remembers that that day was a day of heavy snow covering the mountains, and it was snow-white everywhere, and Putuo Mountain had nothing to eat except for the occasional white plum blossoms, and it was snow-capped, but she had no intention of appreciating it. As a crow with low spiritual power that can't even transform into a shape, she has nothing to eat, even if she has cultivated for hundreds of years, she will inevitably starve to death.

But that day she was really unlucky, after looking for a day, there was no gain, and it was getting dusk, and she was dizzy and dizzy after running in the snow for four hours, and suddenly saw a small white snake hanging on a white plum branch.

At that time, I felt that the cold was too hard and unpalatable, so Feng Jiu took the little white snake back to the cave where she lived, originally preparing to have a feast, but she didn't want Feng Jiu to just land, and the little white snake who didn't know when she was warm by her body temperature and woke up bit her wings, and she grinned in pain and raised her head again, and she saw the most beautiful scene in her life.

The hateful little white snake turned into a beautiful man in a blink of an eye, he was wearing a crescent white robe, his long black hair was tied up by a white hosta, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were a hint of apology, his temperament was as warm as jade, his face was handsome and unparalleled, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a faint smile, like a sudden light in this winter day, which instantly illuminated Feng Jiu's ignorant heart.

"I'm sorry. He bent down and bowed, looking apologetically at a bird that couldn't even speak, looking apologetically at her still bleeding wings, and then gently held her in his arms, and the cool spiritual power caressed it, and the small wound healed quickly, but it still left a shallow scar.

Later, he held the little finger of Feng Jiu, who had been transformed, and promised tenderly: "Ah Jiu, whenever you pinch the scars I left here, I will come to your side." ”

However, he broke his promise.

Feng Jiu's wholehearted confession turned into betrayal, and at the moment when she died, he chose to ignore it......

[Three]

Broken wings, and frozen for I don't know how many hours, the 10,000-year-old ice was actually covered by her, she didn't know how to survive, only knew that when she woke up again, Rong Yin was feeding her porridge by the warm stove one by one, at that moment, infinite sorrow surged in, she was like an empty shell, and she couldn't lift half of her energy anymore.

Although Feng Jiu did not die after all, life has long been meaningless, leaving only endless darkness and coldness.

In the next half a month, Feng Jiu's only maid, Lirong, prepared three meals a day for her every day, fed her food, helped her to bask in the sun outside without saying a word, and told her about the situation outside the palace.

Those news were the most insignificant, except for Long Yuan, who left on the day she was injured because of the barbarian rebellion.

When she first heard the news, she was still slightly touched, and even wanted to forgive the person who had obviously failed her for a moment.

She even said to herself that he was just entangled in official business and busy with war, so he had no time to take care of himself, but this day went on for half a month, he had no news at all, and she couldn't say anything with the excuse of self-deception, even if she was stupid, she also knew that if she really cared, how could she not know her current situation for half a month?

He is the prince of the Nine Heavens, the master of the world, he wants to know, unless, he doesn't want to!

She doesn't cry or make trouble, but in fact she is no longer able to speak, she is unable to walk, as a bird, she can no longer fly, once he named her Feng Jiu, there is no hope that can be supported and supported, just like the extremely ethereal love between them, it was originally a lie.

Everything is like living the life she once wanted most with another person, but she is already as happy as ashes, only boundless loneliness and pain, every time she looks up at the bright sunshine, she will unconsciously think of the person who should be as warm as the sunshine.

For half a month, Bo Yan has only been here once, looking at her painful look, she seems to have lost interest, picked her sharp eyebrows, and laughed at her coldly, but even Feng Jiu, whose voice was eroded by the cold, could no longer refute it, probably Bo Yan also felt that the silent Feng Jiu could no longer pose any threat to her, and he didn't even bother to kill her again, and this lonely side hall never appeared again.

Feng Jiu also hated that woman, but even if she tried her best, she was powerless to resist, and her heart was dead, so she couldn't hate it.

The cold ice made the meridians of her whole body freeze, and the cold air of this body entered the body, every night, her whole body would hurt piercingly, turning over and over, it was difficult to sleep, how many times, she wanted to die.

However, she was reluctant, she still wanted to ask him who was supposed to be like a warm sun, why in just two months, he turned into a sharp blade like ice, mercilessly inserted into her heart?