psychic university

Several people were laughing, and the big golden bird who had been silent beside him suddenly came forward, raised his head high, walked up to Yuan Shu, and bowed slightly in salute.

Yuan Shu saw it strangely, raised his hand to touch the big bird's tail, turned around and asked, "Master, what is this?"

This big golden bird was born extremely beautiful, with a high head and long tail. Compared with cranes, it has a bit more fairy spirit, and compared with peacocks, it has a bit more grace.Although the color of his body is pure gold, it doesn't look gaudy at all, as if he should be born with this color, giving him such a clean look.

"It's Fenghuang. I don't know him anymore? This is Liu Wenxing."

Changqing said, pushing Fenghuang forward.The golden phoenix was still timid and didn't dare to get too close to Yuan Shu, but now he was pushed a little before moving two steps forward. His pair of sapphire-like eyes were as clean as the clear sky.

"Is it...Senior Liu Wenxing? He is Phoenix? How come...I saw it with my own eyes..."

Seeing him being tossed into a dead body, he was completely dead, with no life at all.

"Hey, why are you so stupid!" Chang Qing raised his hand and tapped Yuan Shu's forehead, showing no signs of being a big disciple of Shu Hua, "What are the characteristics of a phoenix? The phoenix was reborn from the ashes of fire, and this kind of three-year-old child can You don’t even know the songs you know! How could I have an apprentice like you!”

Yuan Shu opened his mouth, sighed and defended: "Senior Liu Wenxing had flames coming out of his body at that time. I thought it was some kind of signal, or... it was the reincarnation of the soul, ascension to heaven, etc." Who would have thought that an ordinary Ordinary human beings were tortured to death, and the fire that erupted from their bodies was precisely the Nirvana of the phoenix?

Speaking of this, Changqing's face also became serious, and he pondered for a long time before saying: "After discussing it, we all think that this should be some kind of signal. But Liu Wenxing has just passed Nirvana, his memory is confused, and his mana is less than [-]%. I don’t even remember myself, let alone the signal sent before my death, this matter is still a bit difficult.”

Yuan Shu let out an ah, and squatted down.He raised his hand to gently comb the big phoenix's feathers.He moved very slowly, and the spiritual power in his body was naturally transmitted to the phoenix along with his fingertips.He didn't know what kind of operation it was, but the moment his finger touched the phoenix, such an idea naturally formed in his mind.

Liu Wenxing followed Yuan Shu's fingertips to transmit spiritual power, squinted his eyes comfortably, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and finally he just lay down on the ground, his head dropped to the ground, and dozed off.

Seeing the situation, Su Mo and Chang Qing knew that Yuan Shu was healing Phoenix, so it was not appropriate to disturb him.Both of them simply stood aside.

It wasn't until Yuan Shu's face gradually turned pale due to excessive consumption of spiritual power, and his eyelids kept pulling downwards, that Su Mo picked up the drowsy little boy and went back to the room.

In the past few days, because of the Banyue Bookstore and the incidents of ghosts, Yuan Shu's vitality has been greatly damaged, not to mention that he didn't have time to sleep to spread the news for Shu Hua tonight, and now he has consumed a lot of spiritual energy, and he is already exhausted.In other words, Liu Wenxing's death had stimulated him so much that he was able to survive until now.

Su Mo carried him to the bed, removed his clothes, and helped him change into the nightgown provided by the hotel. Then he rubbed the boy's neck with confidence, and got into the quilt with him.

I thought the little guy had fallen into a drowsy sleep, but he didn't expect that the moment he got into the bed, he heard his rapid and restrained breathing.It was also mixed with slight sobbing, like a wronged child, hiding in the quilt alone, silently licking the wound.

Su Mo patted Yuan Shu on the shoulder and asked, "Yuan Shu? Why are you crying?"

The little boy turned sideways, his head still half covered by the quilt, revealing two red eyes.

"Master..." The voice was soft, and there was still a little sobbing.Su Mo's heart moved, he lowered his head and kissed the boy's wet eyelids.

"I'm here."

Yuan Shu blinked, sniffed, and rolled into Su Mo's arms: "Senior Liu Wenxing is still alive, that's great... I just saw him burnt to death by accident, and felt empathy for him, thinking that it must have hurt so much at that time .”

Liu Wenxing had just passed Nirvana, and right now his thoughts were in chaos. Yuan Shu sympathized with him, experiencing all his messy emotions, which can be described as mixed.

During the period between Phoenix's death and rebirth, he truly realized what pain, emptiness, burning, and rebirth are all about.

And these are all because of him and for him.

Thinking of these, I couldn't help crying.

"Empathy?" Su Mo put his arms around the young man's back, and pressed him firmly into his arms.

Why is he so stupid? To empathize with the phoenix who has just passed nirvana, isn't that to experience the pain of burning himself?

He wanted to hit the little boy's buttocks, but he could only sigh in his heart and pull him into his arms.

"Does it still hurt?" He is a person who is not good at expressing, there are thousands of things to say in his heart, but only a word of concern is left on his lips.

The little guy blinked a pair of bright eyes, stared at him intently, arched his head, and rubbed against his arms, like a little white rabbit.

"It doesn't hurt."

Compared with Liu Wenxing who had really suffered from the fire, what he felt was just a drop in the bucket, how could he feel pain.

But when I said it, I regretted it.If it hurts, maybe I can be comforted by Master...

So, the young man who was still stubbornly saying it didn't hurt just now suddenly changed his face, nodded vigorously, and acted coquettishly: "It hurts."

One sentence of "pain" is not enough, I added another sentence: "Master needs to be kissed by you."

Su Mo was taken aback, and a chuckle escaped his lips.

he is really...

Make people irresistible.

After the body grew up, the boy in front of him looked smaller and smaller, and when he was hugged in his arms, he was fragrant and soft.

Su Mo lowered his head, and two lips were printed on the young man's forehead, repeating Yuan Shu's words lightly, like whispering in his ears.The crisp juvenile voice faded away, replaced by a dull mature male voice.

Yuan Shu's breathing stagnates, and the tips of his ears turn red.

Buried his head into Su Mo's arms, the tip of his nose was filled with the fragrance of pine needles, he couldn't help but leaned close to his chest and inhaled a few more mouthfuls: "Master, you smell very good..."

Even after leaving the metasequoia forest, the woody scent on his body didn't fade away in the slightest, as if emanating from him.

Su Mo sucked the little guy who smelled like a puppy from his chest, and rubbed his head with his palm: "What's the smell?"

"The smell of pine cones and woods, Master, did you secretly spray some perfume?"

Su Mo smelled that he really smelled of pine wood, and he knew it: "When Shu Hua painted, he mixed pine ink with god's blood, and the ink was mixed with pine wood and amber. What you smell should be my body. smell."

Ontology...

Yuan Shu's cheeks turned red.

Inexplicably, there is a taste of... eroticism...

"Yuan, so that's how it is! Master, I'm sleepy, so go to bed first!" Yuan Shu hurriedly buried his head in the quilt again, fearing that Su Mo would find out that he was faking it, and even yawned fakely.

Seeing Yuan Shu buried himself in the quilt again, Su Mo patted his ass helplessly, "Why did you go in again?"

But the little guy refused to come out no matter what, so he could only let him go.

Subtle white light leaked from the curtains, and there were a few crisp birdsong in the yard.

Its daybreak.

There was a small snoring sound from the quilt, Su Mo carefully lifted the quilt, embraced him with both arms, and lifted him onto the pillow.

A pair of beautiful eyes flashed a few points of sky blue, quietly looking at the sleeping boy, finally couldn't hold it back, and planted a feather-like kiss on his brow, closed his eyes and hugged him and fell asleep.