Zhe knows the power of this "falling Ying Colorful", but he doesn't understand why the song should not be fought yet.

"This 'falling English colorful' looks wonderful, with the help of flowers and plants, the sky is full of flowers, just after the chanting is finished, the petals are broken blades, can penetrate the wall and break the armor, if you don't fight or avoid, it is bound to be worn into a hornet's nest. Seeing that the song was looking at the flowers in the sky, he still didn't have the slightest intention of fighting, and still stretched out a hand to catch the petals.

Nege said casually: "Isn't that dark green monster you?"

When the nine-headed bird in the air heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and stopped chanting the spell in a dejected manner......

The flowers in the sky suddenly lost the support of the spell, as if they had lost their vitality, and the colored broken blades turned back into the original soft flowers, floating down from the air, like a rain of petals. Scattered and scattered.

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"It's been a long time since I've seen such a rain of petals!" sighed lightly in his heart for such a scene, recalling the birthday gift of Brother Ying and Sister Qianqian on the day of his two hundredth birthday.

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A Qianze flower fell on the palm of the song.

"Look at this Qianze flower, it only has a simple six petals, no beautiful appearance, no bright color, just a white one, not even a trace of fragrance - it has no yearning, so it is so neat, or rather, it has no extravagant hope, so it can be so plain, and willing to be plain, not angry. The song said lightly.

"If all living beings in this world live like Qianze flowers, there will be less strife, less suffering, less hatred, but also a lot of wonderful, less happy, less vigorous love!"

"Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, night and white alternate, joy and sorrow are together, and joy and weeping save each other......"

Hearing this, the colorful nine phoenixes fell on the slope of the Dream Ridge, overpowering a large tree.

Young Kunpeng Zhe saw the head of the nine phoenixes hanging down, and hid his head under the branches and leaves next to him lonely.

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The song transforms into a human.

The knee-length silver-white hair was scattered, a few strands of hair were still dripping from the ends of the cheeks, there were fine droplets of water on the smooth forehead, the round light blue eyes were crystal clear, and the straight bridge of the nose seemed to have perseverance written on it.

A skirt robe is suitable for going into the water to fish, wet and not yet dry, sticking to the body.

A few scattered petals fell on her hair, on her shoulders, on the placket of her dress—

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She strolled towards Jiufeng.

Zhe also follows suit.

Xu retained the memory of his true body being torn apart by Jiufeng, and Zhe's body trembled slightly.

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The song is getting closer and closer......

Each of Jiufeng's faces was much taller than her, and for the song, Jiufeng was like a mountain.

It's just that the song also clearly saw that every eye of Jiufeng was moist and hidden with endless sadness, and the tears flashed with loneliness and shame.

He approached, jumped on a tall tree closest to the head of the Nine Phoenixes, and stepped on the branches in the high place. Near.

Walking on the branch was like walking on a single-plank bridge, her arms wide to keep her balance.

Jiufeng watched with a little vigilance and tears in his eyes, approaching the song little by little.

She squatted in front of the head of the nine phoenixes, slowly stretched out her hand, and the slender white fingertips slowly approached the head of the nine phoenixes, until the moment her fingertips touched the head of the nine phoenixes, the song and the nine phoenixes trembled at the same time.

Seeing that Jiufeng did not resist, he simply slowly put his entire palm on Jiufeng's main head.

The nine-headed eighteen eyes of the nine-headed bird stared at the song at the same time, and the gaze seemed to grasp her firmly.

The song did not retreat, but stroked it with the hand placed on the head of the nine phoenixes.

She touched it and said, "Don't cry, good!"

Nege lowered his eyebrows, his eyes were gentle, and he gently stroked Jiufeng over and over again, and said while caressing: "Don't cry, be good!"

Every stroke was extremely gentle, although Jiufeng was surprised, but at this moment, it could feel its sadness, and she could empathize.

For many years, no one talked, no one listened, no one paid attention, and the creatures they saw avoided it.

The entire Sheltering Wing Flame Continent is saying that "the nine phoenixes are ominous birds".

If a big lump of plague.

Represents disaster.

The embodiment of demons.

And in front of her, she has no fear, no resistance, and no demons.

Jiufeng touched the rhythm of the song, swinging its nine heads, and its magnificent and frizzy feathers seemed to be rejuvenated by the caress of the song.

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"You're familiar with that dark green nine-headed bird, aren't you? If you don't want to say it, I don't force you, but if you do, maybe I can help you. ”

The song said softly to it.

Jiufeng wanted to speak and stopped.

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The afternoon sun shone on the face of the song.

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She met Jiufeng's gaze. Gentle and kind.

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"Let's go! It's getting dark, I'm going to tear it up, tear everything apart!" Jiufeng suddenly became manic, and Fu Wenhua people drove away the song and Zhe.

"At night, you become something else, something you don't know, something you don't like. The song recounted calmly.

Jiufeng looked at her incredulously.

"At night, all these beautiful feathers will turn dark green, right?" said Nege slowly, looking at Jiufeng without the slightest fear, cowardice, or dodge.

Jiufeng couldn't believe it, how could she ...... How is it possible to know?

"Yes, no one dares to come near me on the Sheltered Flame Continent! No relatives, no friends, no lovers. I'm an alien!"

Jiufeng frantically flapped its wings, and the colorful dust fell in brilliant colors.

"That's not what you want, is it?"

"I hate the night!" the nine-headed bird said in the language of the culture.

Flowing clouds fly by.

The nine-headed bird was crazy for a while and calmed down for a while: "That's right, the me in the Wraith Swamp is the me in the night!"

"I hate me at night!" said the nine-headed bird was grieved.

Ga –

Roar.

In an instant, the wind raged in Dream Ridge.

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