After Devoting to the Enemy

Chapter 73

 Scenes of fragmented scenes appeared in Feng Qi's mind, flashing quickly like a glimpse of light, unreal, but seemingly familiar.

The surrounding environment darkened at some point, Feng Qi lost the blood on his lips and finally stood up.

In the distance, the scarlet golden light that was imprisoned in the light cell still flickered faintly.

Feng Qi stared at the light cell, and suddenly felt something strange.

He raised his head. Suddenly, there was a flame of fire falling from the sky above the sea. He instinctively raised his hand to block it, but found that he was standing on a high mountain.

In front of him was the endless mountains, the nameless shrubs grew among the yellow sand, and the sky and the earth were dim.

The sky fire continued to fall, sweeping the earth.

The fire burned everything, and billowing black smoke swept across the sky. At this moment, the rain and dew finally fell. I don't know how long the heavy rain has lasted. The rain has soaked through the scorched ground, and the sky can see the sun. A ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and sprinkled on the moist soil. The scorched soil gave birth to a tender new sprout.

The mountains and rivers that the world opened at the beginning were formed.

Feng Qi stood on the top of the mountain for a long time, and suddenly, there was a slight cracking sound.

He turned his head suddenly, a pure white eggshell rolled from nowhere. A wet young bird poked its head out of a cracked eggshell.

The juvenile has red golden eyes, and the feathers all over it are sparsely golden.

It struggled hard and whispered in its mouth, but it was so weak that it couldn't break through the bondage of the eggshell.

Feng Qi watched the eggshell roll at his feet, breaking little by little, and the baby bird finally crawled out.

It kicked away the broken eggshell and shook the feathers all over its body. The slender and soft feathers fell off rapidly in this action, and beautiful feathers were reborn.

The newborn little phoenix raised his head to look at Feng Qi, his round eyes blinked, and his head tilted in confusion.

Its eyes reflected Feng Qi's current appearance, those eyes had faded from their original colors, and their pupils were shining with scarlet golden light.

Two pairs of extremely similar eyes looked at each other, and the little phoenix opened its wings and let out a clear and pleasant bird song.

——That was the first phoenix call when the heavens and the earth opened.

This crisp chirp was like a breeze blowing over the hills, and everything came back to life. Feng Qi raised his eyes and saw that the mountains quickly regained their lushness in his eyes. Gradually, he finally recognized this place.

This is...Sumeru Mountain thousands of years ago.

The colorful clouds on the horizon gathered together, and amidst the surging clouds, there seemed to be people standing among them. Feng Qi recognized it instantly, it was the figure of the ancient gods.

"Tweet!" Little Phoenix was beating anxiously at his feet, twittering not knowing what he was saying to him.

Feng Qi lowered his head, they were clearly of the same kind, but he didn't understand what it said: "What do you want to say to me?"

"Tweet--! Tweet, Tweet!"

Feng Qi frowned slightly, and he wanted to ask again. But the birdsong gradually faded away.

All the pictures quickly retreated, and he was pushed away from Mount Xumi uncontrollably, and away from the mountains and rivers that had just recovered.

"No, wait, what are you going to tell me?!" A panic flashed across Feng Qi's heart. He shouted, but he couldn't step forward. He could only let those tall but vaguely-faced figures surround the newborn. Little Phoenix.

He saw someone holding it in the palm of his hand.

Little Phoenix was still staring in the direction where Feng Qi had left, and seemed to want to fly towards him. The person holding it turned around, Feng Qi couldn't see the person's face, but could feel the line of sight staring at him.

That kind of sadness, nostalgia, and pity.

"I'll see you later." He heard a soft and ethereal female voice ringing in his ears, "It's not the time yet."

"...We are waiting for you to come back."

When the words fell, all the pictures disappeared, Feng Qi suddenly opened his eyes and returned to Wen Qufeng's bedroom.

He lowered his head, his face was extremely pale, and a drop of cold sweat rolled from his cheeks and dripped onto the back of his cold hand.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, Ji Chaoyun closed his sword and pressed his eyebrows sleepily.

I don't know if it's because of the reshaping of the roots. In the past few days, his physical strength has been significantly weaker than in the past, and he felt a little tired after less than two hours of training.

Ji Chaoyun walked to the side of the stream and washed his face with water.

He looked down at the stream, and a familiar face was reflected on the clear water.

He has been brought up very well by Feng Qi recently, and his face has finally recovered a little blood, not as pale as before.

Ji Chaoyun's appearance is actually no different from three hundred years ago. After losing the Dragon Ball, his appearance no longer changes, but the temperament that has been imprinted into the bone marrow by the long experience can not be washed away.

When that face was expressionless, a trace of lingering indifference and coldness appeared between the eyebrows, which looked rather lifeless and unpleasant at all.

Ji Chaoyun wiped the drops of water on his face and frowned slightly at himself in the water.

It is far worse than it was three hundred years ago.

Ji Chaoyun sighed, some worry and melancholy arose from the bottom of my heart for some reason.

"You have become younger..." He muttered a little, sitting cross-legged on the bluestone by the stream, meditating into concentration.

The mountains are quiet, the sun is warm but not strong, and the breeze blows through the bamboo forest and brings the quiet bamboo fragrance.

It didn't take long for Ji Chaoyun to fall asleep.

When Feng Qi found him, he saw Ji Chaoyun curled up on the bluestone, sleeping soundly.

Feng Qi sat down beside Ji Chaoyun and fiddled with the hair on his forehead, "Wake up, don't you want to practice swords, why do you sleep lazily here?"

Ji Chaoyun frowned and did not wake up.

In the past few days, Ji Chaoyun has become more lethargic, and even wakes up later than Feng Qi every day. The diligent little dragon who can get up early and read in the morning is completely gone.

Feng Qi came closer, lowered his head and kissed Ji Chaoyun's eyelids: "Wake up soon, or you will be taken away by the bad guy."

Ji Chaoyun muttered something, instead of waking up, he closed his eyes and started drilling into Feng Qi's arms. .

He changed back to the prototype and liked to play people, and he didn't change this habit when he was a human being. He rubbed his hands and feet together, wrapped Feng Qi's waist, found a comfortable posture in his arms, and continued to fall asleep quietly.

"..." Feng Qi shook his head helplessly, leaned over to pick him up, and walked back.

Suddenly his body was suspended, and Ji Chaoyun finally woke up slowly.

He didn't open his eyes, his head rubbed against Feng Qi's shoulders and neck, his voice was soft and sleepy: "So sleepy..."

"Just let you rest for a day, don't come to practice, you wouldn't listen." Feng Qi replied. "It's so cold by the stream, you are not afraid of catching a cold."

Ji Chaoyun: "It's not cold...I just slept for a while."

Feng Qi snorted coldly , noncommittal.

Feng Qi took Ji Chaoyun back to the courtyard and put the person back on the bed in the bedroom. Ji Chaoyun finally woke up completely.

Feng Qi asked: "I'm not sleepy anymore? The seafood porridge should be cooked, do you want to drink it now?"

"I'm not hungry yet." Ji Chaoyun rubbed his eyes and vaguely realized that there was something wrong with the person in front of him. Okay, your luck is not going well today?"

"No."

Feng Qi sat down by the bed, playing with Ji Chaoyun's fingers, but did not continue to explain.

"Feng Qi, you have something on your mind." Ji Chaoyun took his hand and asked in a low voice, "Can't you tell me?"

"...No." Feng Qi lay down on the bed and took Ji Chaoyun into his arms. "Nothing I can't tell you, it's just...I saw something, and I'm still a little confused now, I don't know how to start."

Ji Chaoyun leaned on Feng Qi's chest and asked patiently: "Why is it messy? Is it a nightmare?"

"Perhaps it is a nightmare."

Feng Qi sighed and slowly said, "I dreamed that the world had begun to open, and that the fire would die out in my dream. In the world, I dreamed of...the first phoenix was born in the world."

Ji Chaoyun was startled.

"That's Feng Xiao." Feng Qi said, "I don't know why I saw this, but I can be sure that he is Feng Xiao."

Ji Chaoyun trembles imperceptibly, and then asks: "What else ? "

Feng Qi:".. Phoenix's first between heaven and earth, comply with the cataclysms born, to save the earth among the barren that will come when he had reason to Sin domain he is born for the salvation of this It's his destiny."

"Born to save the world..." Ji Chaoyun's voice trembled slightly, "It turns out...that's the way it is."

"Moreover, I have a feeling." Feng Qi looked down at Ji Chaoyun, his voice dumb. I think he is in this world and hasn't left."

Ji Chaoyun looked dazed, and shook his head for a long time: "Feng Qi, his sword has left the master, he is no longer."

"...Perhaps." Feng Qi seemed to be. After hesitating for a long time, he said softly, "But I have a foreboding in my heart that he may appear again soon. When the disaster of extinction comes, when everything is dead."

Ji Chaoyun opened his eyes wide, and his heart suddenly appeared. An ominous premonition: "You mean..."

Feng Qi: "The demons invaded."

Ji Chaoyun didn't speak for a long time.

Feng Qi looked at Ji Chaoyun's expression, the other party's eyes were drooping, and his lips were pressed tightly. It was not a happy expression.

He asked in a low voice: "Chaoyun... don't you want him to come back?"

"I..."

No one wants Feng Xiao to come back more than him.

Although it is good now, it is always different.

Ji Chaoyun always hoped that he would remember the meeting and knowing of the encounter three hundred years ago, the promises made, and everything the two had experienced.

But if it is true as Feng Qi said, the price of his return is that heaven and earth are robbed again... he doesn't want this.

In this way, he will face a situation worse than three hundred years ago.

Three hundred years ago, he had the help of the Allied Forces of the Immortal Territory, and the tens of thousands of soldiers from the Immortal Territory, but now, he has nothing.

Now, with the death and injury of Xianyu's elder generation, God's Domain has been closed again and cannot be rescued. If he really woke up, would he have any other choice besides sacrificing himself for this world again?

If the demons invade sooner or later, they can fight together or escape to the world to avoid disaster. He didn't want this person to wake up during the invasion of the demons and sacrifice for this world again.

That is not fair to him.

He would rather this person be his second prince of the Feng clan forever and be happy and peaceful forever.

Ji Chaoyun was suddenly very wronged, and he couldn't even tell where his grievance came from. Seeing that his state was getting worse and worse, Feng Qi said, "Chaoyun, don't think too much about it, I'm just--" Before

he finished his words, he was suddenly blocked by the other party.

Ji Chaoyun pressed the person on the bed and kissed the other person's lips forcefully.

There has never been such a passionate kiss between them, led by Ji Chaoyun, Feng Qi suddenly froze in place: "Chao, Chaoyun..."

"I don't want him to come back." Ji Chaoyun said dullly.

"Feng Qi, I don't care what you see, it's all fake." Ji Chaoyun raised his head, his eyes flushed slightly, "The demons can't invade, and he can't come back."

Feng Qi smiled soothingly: "Okay." No."

He put the person in his arms again, and followed Mao one by one: "It's obviously you want to ask, why is it so angry all of a sudden."

"I'm not angry." Ji Chaoyun whispered, "I don't know why, but I was suddenly upset... I was scared. Three hundred years ago, I wanted to take part in the war and I wanted to do my part for the fairyland. Now, I just want to be nice with you, I don't want you to take risks

anymore ." Feng Qi's eyes darkened, but he quickly calmed down, and said with a warm voice, "It's okay, maybe it's just a nightmare, it's me. Frighten yourself."

"...Hmm." Ji Chaoyun answered softly, and leaned on Feng Qi and stopped talking.

After calming down, he felt a little strange. Has your previous mood swings been so big?

...This is not so good.

The atmosphere gradually eased, and Ji Chaoyun yawned, sleepy.

"Are you sleepy again?"

Ji Chaoyun blinked, only to feel that his eyelids were too heavy to open: "Well, I don't know what happened."

Feng Qi turned over, put Ji Chaoyun on his side on the bed, tucked the quilt, and hugged it up again. "Go to sleep, I must let the medical immortal come to help you see what's going on with your body in two days."

"Well...I listen to you."

Ji Chaoyun's voice soon weakened and stopped talking.

Feng Qi looked at him steadily and sighed silently.

He didn't actually finish the sentence.

In fact, what you see in the sea of ​​consciousness is not the only one.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, when he saw the infant little phoenix, a very absurd idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

He felt that he was the little phoenix.

But if he is the phoenix, isn't he Feng Xiao?

This idea was so absurd that he didn't even dare to mention it to Ji Chaoyun.

"Impossible, how could there be such a thing." Feng Qi whispered to himself, "If I were him, then what I did before..."

Unexpectedly, Feng Qi's teeth became sour and shivered uncontrollably, almost awakening Ji Chaoyun.

He hurriedly hugged the person and coaxed a few words softly before letting the person in his arms sleep peacefully.

It should be...impossible.

Looking at Ji Chaoyun's sleeping face, Feng Qi thought sadly.