Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

The boy's eyes were calm and clear.

Feng Ji'an lowered her eyes.

He always felt that if he let Jiu Yao go today, he would never be able to find Jiu Yao again.

He held onto Jiuyao tightly, unwilling to let go.

Jiuyao's patience had run out.

Feng Jun naturally noticed Jiu Yao's impatience, and he frowned as he looked at his good-for-nothing son.

This eager, desperate behavior is truly shameful.

"Feng Ji'an, come back."

Upon hearing this, Jiu Yao raised an eyebrow, looked at the person in front of him with his head down, and ruthlessly pulled his sleeve out of his hand. "Feng Ji'an, you should go back."

Feng Ji'an lowered her eyes to look at her empty hands, gradually clenching them into fists.

Feng Jun winked at the guard beside him.

Two guards rushed forward, "Young Master, it's time for you to go to the ancestral land."

Feng Ji'an ignored him, seemingly unwilling to give up, and looked up at the boy in front of him.

He pleaded tentatively, "Little...can you wait for me to come out?"

Her whole body was covered in a tingling, numb pain, and her head was buzzing, but Feng Ji'an just stared intently at the person in front of her.

Jiuyao smiled, a smile that was both radiant and innocent.

His words, however, were exceptionally cruel: "Feng Ji'an, what makes you think you deserve this?"

Why should I always have to wait for you?

"Was it like this a thousand years ago, and is it still like this today?"

Why can you take it so for granted?

The boy's voice was soft and calm, as if he were simply stating a fact.

But Feng Ji'an staggered.

When he met Jiu Yao's face, he knew what was going on, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

That deep sense of powerlessness enveloped him once again.

It was his fault for making Xiao Jiu wait so long.

Xiao Jiu died on the Heavenly Execution Platform before she knew his feelings.

It's right to blame him.

But he still wanted to try. His face was pale as he stepped forward to grab the boy, but Jiu Yao took a step back.

It was as if Feng Ji'an was some kind of filthy thing that one would avoid at all costs.

Feng Ji'an wanted to say something more.

Feng Huai'an stepped in front of him first.

His face was gentle, and he placed his hand on his younger brother's shoulder. "Sixth brother, listen to your fifth brother and go back to the ancestral land first. I promise you, I will help you keep this young friend here, okay?"

Feng Ji'an couldn't suppress his distress. He looked up at Feng Huai'an, clutching his sleeve tightly, his voice choked with sobs, "Fifth Brother, really?"

Feng Huai'an nodded, and seeing his younger brother's face turn red, he cursed inwardly.

He gripped Feng Ji'an's shoulder and said, "Sixth Brother, don't get agitated. Let's go back to our ancestral home first. Fifth Brother will definitely help you."

As he spoke, Feng Huai'an gave a wink to the two guards.

Two guards stepped forward and supported the swaying young lord, leading him towards the ancestral land.

Feng Ji'an kept turning back, hoping for a single glance from Jiu Yao.

The boy stood with his arms crossed, his expression as indifferent as ever.

There was not a single attempt to persuade them to stay.

Feng Ji'an's eyes gradually dimmed as he slowly walked away.

After watching the farce unfold, Jiuyao turned to leave.

Feng Huai'an sighed softly and stepped forward to stop Jiu Yao, "Young friend, please wait."

Jiuyao was irritated and looked at Feng Huai'an with hostility. "I have already helped you send the person back. I have done more than enough. What more do you want?"

"Are you trying to force me to stay here?"

"That depends on whether your Phoenix Clan has the ability!"

As he spoke, a murderous intent flashed in his pale golden eyes, and the boy's body tensed, as if he were ready to fight at any moment.

Feng Huai'an quickly distanced himself from Jiu Yao and waved his hand hastily, "No, no, I meant no harm. I just wanted to ask you to listen to me."

"If you still wish to leave after hearing my words, my Phoenix Clan will not stop you!"

The young man clasped his hands in a gesture of humility, adopting an extremely low posture.

Jiuyao frowned, intending to push the person away.

He had no interest in listening to these people's attempts to reconcile them.

They always look down on me, and now they're trying to force me to buy something.

Feng Huai'an keenly sensed Jiu Yao's thoughts. He stood up and looked directly at Jiu Yao, "Young friend, don't you want to know where the flame patterns on your body and wings come from?"

Jiuyao's expression froze.

"Fine, let's hear what kind of nonsense you have to spout."

The boy sat down on the ground without a care in the world.

Feng Huai'an, however, would not be so rude. He raised his hand and conjured a set of tables and chairs, gesturing for them to come in.

Jiuyao didn't stand on ceremony and sat down opposite Feng Huai'an.

Seeing the boy's impatient expression, Feng Huai'an smiled.

"Then I'll get straight to the point."

Jiuyao waved his hand impatiently, "Speak quickly if you have something to say, there is..."

His words suddenly froze as he looked at Feng Huai'an, who still had a gentle expression on his face.

The weather was clear and bright, like a gentle spring breeze.

He shut his mouth.

To say such vulgar things in front of someone like that is indeed a bit...unseemly.

As a result, Jiu Yao's expression darkened further, and he looked somewhat fierce.

Feng Huai'an didn't care about Jiu Yao's attitude.

He looked up at the sky, his voice distant, “A thousand years ago, Xiao Liu was imprisoned in the ancestral land by the elders of the clan for five years. He was only released a few days after I returned from my travels.”

"And the day he was released was the day that the deity of Su Chen Mountain fell."

"He went to the Shangqing Realm all by himself, but when he came back, he was covered in injuries, all burns from the backlash of the formation. If it weren't for the clan elders going to bring him back, Xiao Liu would probably have perished."

Feng Huai'an explained everything clearly in just a few words.

His gaze was fixed on the boy opposite him. He sat up slightly, his hands nervously clasped together, but his eyes were exceptionally sincere.

"I am not saying this to defend Xiao Liu, but simply to ask you to judge Xiao Liu's intentions for yourself."

Jiuyao lowered his eyes, not daring to look Feng Huai'an in the eye, his body trembling slightly.

Feng Huai'an continued:

"When Xiao Liu returned from the Shangqing Realm, he was already seriously injured and attacked everyone while delirious. However, he still protected one person under his wings and did not let the formation of the Heavenly Punishment Platform harm his body in the slightest."

"The person being protected by Xiao Liu is you."

"And the phoenix bone, phoenix blood, and phoenix feathers that Xiao Liu lost when the formation was broken off all merged into your body and healed your injuries."

Jiuyao's hands, which were hanging down, suddenly clenched.

The phoenix is ​​reborn from the ashes, its vitality ever-present, its entire body a sacred medicine for healing.

Feng Huai settled in:

"The clan elders brought Xiao Liu back, but Xiao Liu has gone mad and stays in his courtyard all day, protecting your body."

“When he was occasionally lucid, I once asked him why he was so insistent on holding a corpse. Do you know what he said?”

Jiuyao's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice choked, "Tell me, what did you say?"

“He said that Xiao Jiu was too cold, and when he hugged him, he… he wasn’t cold anymore.”

Feng Huai'an also choked up a little.

The two remained silent, exchanging glances without saying a word.

Feng Huai'an was the first to compose himself. He looked at Jiu Yao, his expression still gentle.

"I have no intention of forcing you, I just want you to give Xiao Liu a chance."

"Wait until he comes out, and let him explain it to you himself, okay?"