The next day, Jiucai woke up slowly, and as soon as he opened his eyes, there was a long roar, the sound of Kyushu was endless, full of the domineering spirit of the king, and countless birds and beasts in the distance bowed here, surrendering from the depths of the soul.
"Heavenly Pregnant God, the top of the avenue, your king is back, surrender to Ga" Jiucai's words stopped abruptly, and it suddenly realized that it seemed to be in an abnormal environment, when it was completely sober, when it saw its own appearance, it was so angry that it almost wanted to scold its mother, and it was distressed, its liver hurt, and it hurt everywhere "You two bad friends, let go of this seat quickly, otherwise Lao Tzu will not finish with you" Jiucai grinding teeth, how aggrieved you are.
It turned out that Feng Yin and Tang Yi quietly tied him to a wooden stick while Jiucai was sleeping, at this time Tang Yi was about to set up a pot, Feng Yin was busy making a fire, and the two were in full swing, seeing that this posture was about to cook Jiucai. rumble Jiucai turned into a colorful flame, and wanted to break the rope on his body, but the strength of the milk was used, and the rope did not change at all.
Tang Yi smiled: "The magic weapon of this seat, how can you break it if you say it?"
He set up the nine colors, and then put an iron pot underneath, and the water in it quickly bubbled and steamed.
"Hey, hey, come, Jiucai, I'll ask you to take a bath."
Feng Yin smiled maliciously, touched the feathers on the back of Jiucai's neck, and suddenly Jiucai shivered and got goosebumps.
"Don't, I warn you not to touch me" Jiucai howled, the voice was like killing a pig, and the birds passing by in the sky looked surprised, this thing is too decrepit, is it really the supreme of the Feather Clan "I know you have something to hide, and we'll let you go."
Tang Yi smiled, and he didn't know where to find a pair of animal tendons, which he used as a belt to force a confession, and he pulled it with a snapping sound.
"No, I've been hiding nothing."
The nine-colored heart is empty, and his eyes are fluttering.
"Then eat the meat of the gods" Feng Yin helped, and also found a beast tendon, and the smoking sounded.
"Don't, I'll warn you not" Jiucai was about to cry, thinking about how she could catch these two unscrupulous goods.
Under the "torture to extract confessions" from the two, Jiucai finally relented, and it admitted that it had other purposes to find Tang Yi and concealed it.
"You really have something to hide" Tang Yi's eyes widened, and he quickly grabbed Jiucai's wings, squeezed his eyebrows and said: "What do I say, otherwise this seat will eat bird meat today." ” Jiucai came out helplessly, and it said slowly: "If I say it, you have to make sure that you don't run." ” Tang Yi was disdainful and said: "No matter how you say it, this seat is the pinnacle of power, there are no more than five people in the entire planet who are more powerful than me, who can let me run" "Then what should you do if you want to run away" Jiucai squinted, his neck was raised high, how rampant and rampant, Feng Yin felt that this thing was not holding back a good fart in his stomach.
And the old boy Tang was angry with his toothache, and made a bold oath on the spot: "If Lao Tzu runs away later, you ride me back" "Wait for your words, show me" Nine-colored wings crossed the waist, human-like, it opened its mouth and spat out a colorful bubble, laughing loudly, unable to see what was inside.
Feng Yin and Tang Yi came up with question marks on their faces.
"That's it" "That's right."
"Hahaha" Tang Yi laughed, kept patting the colorful brain, and was about to laugh and cry: "You tease me, this can make me run away" Feng Yin stepped back, because he saw the solemnity in Jiucai's eyes, and most of the things in the bubbles were not as simple as they looked. kiss The bubble was punctured, and Feng Yin was stunned for a moment when he saw the contents inside.
"Ga" Tang Yi's laughter stopped abruptly, and he turned around almost the next moment, wanting to escape.
"It's okay to run, my mount."
Jiucai shouted, with a determined face.
Sure enough, Tang Yi's footsteps seemed to have taken root, and he couldn't move anymore when he was stuck on the ground, he wanted to run again, and because of his previous rhetoric, he didn't want to run.
Feng Yin was confused, there was only one girl in the bubbles, Chu Chu was pitiful, her hair was on her cheeks, as if she had just woken up, her eyes were confused, and she was holding her legs and looking around carefully.
The girl was dressed in black, he looked around, quickly stood up, looked at Tang Yi with affection, and wanted to speak, but cried first.
"What's going on" Feng Yin couldn't figure it out, because this girl was the little crying bag of the Peng Demon clan in the East China Sea Realm, Peng Nianlian.
Peng Nianlian and Feng Yin and Tang Yi were secretly worried about it that day, and she cried the news, and later if it wasn't for her grandfather, Feng Yin and Tang Yi would not have been able to escape the dangerous situation.
Tang Yi's body was stiff, and he didn't dare to look at the little crying bag, he stared at Jiucai and complained: "What have you done?"
Jiucai stepped forward and gently stroked the back of the little crying bag, comforting her not to cry, and then glared at Tang Yi with righteous words: "It's not you who asked me to tell the purpose."
"I" Tang Yi choked in his throat, he couldn't say anything, he froze in place and didn't know what to do, brushed his hair over and over again, and finally squatted down.
Jiucai's eyes widened, and he scolded: "What are you doing to have the courage to say it, don't you dare to respond?"
"Little Cry Bag You" Feng Yin found a strange thing, the little crying bag did not have the innate feathers of the Peng Demon Clan, and the body was white and smooth, which was very different from the appearance of the Peng Demon Clan.
"Even the Feng boy can see it, can't you still see it, Xiao Waibao cut off his innate feathers for you, and gave up the identity of Miss Peng Demon, don't you understand" Jiucai's voice became higher and higher, and in the end it almost roared.
Tang Yi's heart trembled, giving up the identity of Miss Peng Demon was not just talking, plucking out the innate feathers is equivalent to a human being cutting off a finger, and now she is covered in smoothness, how much pain she should have endured that day Is this still the little girl who loves to cry at every turn?
Yes, no matter how weak a person is, there is always a strong side.
"If it weren't for the little crying bag who plucked up the courage to beg me, I still don't know how much she loves you, and I don't know that you rejected her on the bullshit reason of different races" Jiucai scolded bitterly.
The little crying Bao Peng Nian caressed her tears, hugged her legs and trembled under the colorful wings, even her eyelashes were trembling, but she mustered up the courage to stand up, and almost pleaded: "Ask the gods to cut off the roots of the Peng Demon Clan for me, I am willing, now that I am a human race, can you accept me?"
"I" Tang Yi turned his body behind his back, not daring to look at the eyes of the little crying bag.
Seeing this, Jiucai was even more angry, and yelled: "She didn't even dare to speak loudly in the clan, but she would rather turn her back on her identity for you, could it be that you only understand her heart when you cry to death?"
Feng Yin suddenly understood that the feelings of the year, the longing of the little crying bag, no wonder Jiucai would rather cross millions or even tens of millions of miles, but also meet Tang Yi, in order to make the words clear and let the little crying bag pour out his heart.
He was extremely emotional, he had always been weak and pure, and he didn't even dare to disobey the little crying bag of the family, but because of Tang Yi's perfunctory words, he gave up the Peng Demon clan who gave birth to her and raised her, and pursued the person he belonged to in his heart.
"What kind of desperate love is this, it's just that" Feng Yin's tone was very light, for fear of startling the poor little crying bag. t1706231537: