Grandpa is such a bird

The quail egg-sized Buddha Fire Phoenix eggs are nested in Lingjiang's fluffy little wings. The whole body of the eggs is shiny and light yellow, as delicate and smooth as Huangshan jade.

He looks really good looking.

Lingjiang couldn't imagine that it was his egg, and Yin Chenglan couldn't imagine that it was his cub.

So one person and one bird looked at each other silently through a small egg.

"By the way, I've prepared the bird's nest, I'll go get it." Ji Yushan said excitedly, and then ran out.

Lian Chong clicked his tongue, squeezed his chin and swayed to the bed, looked down, made a meaningful nasal sound, didn't say anything, and stood aside.

Sitting on the bed, Ling Jiang was already a little nervous and at a loss, but when he hummed like this, his expression became even more ugly. His feathers were all wet and stuck to his body, like a drowned rat.

He's never been like this in his life.

Embarrassment, bewilderment, panic, overwhelmed, and even a little trouble can make him wonder if he has done something wrong.

Holding the little bird's egg, Ling Jiang said anxiously to Yin Chenglan, "Your...er, mine, our egg."

Congratulations to His Royal Highness for having an egg in succession.

Yin Chenglan pursed his lips and smiled, sat on the edge of the bed, bent down, leaned down, kissed him with dry lips, and took a long time to get up.

The little yellow bird wiped the little bird's balls with the corner of the quilt, held it up in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "Kiss it too."

Yin Chenglan pinched his little wings, raised them up, and lowered his head to kiss them deeply.

He let Lingjiang relax with just one move, exhaled, held his bird egg in his hand, and asked Yan Chu: "What should we do next?"

Yan Chu's eyes swept out the door, and the corners of his lips twitched when he heard the words: "You should ask Pavilion Master Yin for hatching eggs."

Yin Chenglan sat on the edge of the bed with his head bowed and did not speak. The morning sun shone in from outside, making his face as pale as paper, and dried blood stains clotted on his lips. When the sun shone, there was a shocking crimson.

Ling Jiang went to see him, and found that Yin Chenglan hadn't spoken since entering the room. Ling Jiang turned into a man, put down the bird's egg, approached him from behind, grabbed Yin Chenglan's shoulder, and turned him to look at him.

"nineteen?"

Yin Chenglan sat there stiffly, raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, the dark pupils refracted the sunlight, quivered in the eye sockets, and slowly turned to Lingjiang.

Ling Jiang's face darkened: "Speak."

Yin Chenglan smiled with difficulty: "I..."

When he opened his mouth, blood gushed out, as if all the blood in his body was about to be spit out at this moment.

Shocked, Ling Jiang immediately hugged Yin Chenglan, put him on the bed, and shouted loudly, "Yan Chu!"

Darkness swept before Yin Chenglan's eyes. He vomited blood, and his heart and lungs that had been piercing his heart and lungs just now healed better. Sometimes it feels strangely easier than ever.

Every poisonous hair is a heart-piercing pain, only this time, the body that has suffered countless pains finally no longer hurts, followed by lightness, like the wind.

Everything in the world will be turned into nothingness, and he will also turn into dust and die with the wind.

Yin Chenglan closed his eyes, wanting to laugh.

But he couldn't laugh, and the heavy regret became the last thread of involvement on him - he thought it was the painful hatred, but he didn't expect it to be the young man roaring in his ear, but it was becoming more and more blurred.

I couldn't watch peach blossoms with him, nor could I hatch eggs with him.

Little Phoenix, I'm sorry.

Pressing the title of the song repeatedly: "...Master?"

"Help him, save him!" Ling Jiang yelled, watching Yan Chu's silver needle quickly fall on Yin Chenglan's body, blood spread from the corner of his lips to his neck, and then a large blood flower bloomed on his chest.

That kind of poison was so powerful that it was long overdue ten years later.

Ling Jiang stared blankly at Yin Chenglan's trembling eyelashes returning to calm. His legs softened, and he knelt down beside the bed, calling softly, "Nineteen?"

The person on the bed didn't respond.

Ling Jiang's eyes turned red all of a sudden.

Yan Chu held the last silver needle in his hand, which was intended to be dropped on Yin Chenglan's forehead. Seeing this, he paused and took it back: "I warned him."

Lingjiang's eyes were red as blood, and he silently stared at the person on the bed, raised his hand to wipe the blood stains from the corner of his lips, brushed away his hair covered in cold sweat and blood, and put two fingers around his neck, trying to find the ups and downs of the neck veins.

He couldn't touch it, his eyes blurred, and a fragile expression appeared on his lawless and indifferent face: "Is he dead?"

Yan Chu said: "My eight silver needles seal his heart veins, and he won't be able to stop his breath for a while, but the poisonous blood attacks his heart, and it won't be long before he can hold it."

Ling Jiang said: "Are my vertebrae still useful?"

Yan Chu glanced at him: "I don't know, except for the beating of the heart, he is no different from a dead person. It's hard to say whether he can be saved or not."

Ling Jiang closed his eyes, forced back the moisture in his eyes, and nodded: "I see."

He wiped off the blood stains on the corners of Yin Chenglan's lips little by little with his fingers, and there were large waves of tumbling waves in his heart. He seemed to be sucked into a bottomless abyss by the sea. In the endless darkness, he caught sight of a light blue ice-stone underground palace unexpectedly .

In the underground palace, there are mountains, rivers, waterfalls, eagles, flying beasts roaring, he stands under the altar, his body is dyed with gilded fireworks, on the throne of the altar, the man's black robe is winding, just like the silence of tens of thousands of years in the past .

Only today, his eyes finally turned to the tall and tall man in the audience, and he called out in a low voice, Little Phoenix.

There was joy in Fohuo's eyes, and he raised his head to look at him, only to see that Pan Qi closed his eyes, which turned into flying ash in Fohuo's eyes.

The stars and the moon are turning, the mountain wind is whistling, on the top of the lonely mountain, the master of the Yufeng Pavilion is sitting in the octagonal pavilion with flying stones outside the sky, his sleeves are blown up by the mountain wind, looking back at him in the flowing clouds and mist laugh.

The little yellow bird said, let me ask you if you want to train me.

Seeing that he was alone, Yan Chu couldn't bear it and said: "My condolences, if there is a destiny, you two will meet again in the next life."

The word "next life" was like an awl, and Ling Jiang shivered suddenly, his heart was bloody from pain, and he thought painfully that he had had enough, really had enough of this fateful separation.

Ling Jiang knelt beside the bed, bent her slender fingers into claws, and touched behind her.

There was a sticky sound of flesh piercing and blood splashing, Ling Jiang trembled all over, bowed up, and gasped violently on the side of the bed.

The ground instantly turned into a pool of blood, and Yan Chu was shocked: "You will kill yourself!"

Ling Jiang couldn't stand upright, his forehead was pressed against the hard bed, and he turned his head slightly. His white forehead was covered with sweat. He raised his hand, and the dripping blood crawled from the palm of his hand to his arms like tiny blood snakes. , the light yellow clothes were dyed bright red.

The open hand was soaked in blood, and the sticky blood exuded his body temperature.

He actually dug out his own spine.

Ling Jiang wanted to raise his head to look at the person on the bed, but he didn't have the strength anymore. He could only hoarse his voice in time, and said, "Save him, he hasn't taken revenge yet," before suddenly turning back into a little yellow bird and falling into the pool of blood.

After that, it was a few days of darkness.

Yan Chu got the god bone, immediately ground it into powder and mixed it into the decoction, pried open Yin Chenglan's mouth together with Lian Presse, and forcibly fed the decoction in, and fed it three or four times in a row, until the cold body gradually returned to temperature.

On the other side of the room, in a nest made of straw and cat fur on the table, Ji Yushan guarded the unconscious little yellow bird wrapped in several bandages, and every once in a while he would panic and sniff the little yellow bird, I'm afraid that Lingjiang won't be able to hold on and will bleed to death.

The three of them spent a thrilling few days, and Yin Chenglan's poison was finally suppressed. Lingjiang's injury gradually eased, and he no longer seemed to die anytime, anywhere.

They hadn't slept for several days. Ji Yushan's eyes were dark and red and swollen. Yan Chu gave him tranquilizing medicine and had to fall asleep.

The scarlet that filled the room that day seemed to have stained his fingers, Lingjiang's blood and Yin Chenglan's blood were intertwined, and the overwhelming blood came like a nightmare. Even now, his hands are still trembling slightly.

He stood by Yin Chenglan's bed in a state of embarrassment, closed his sore eyes, and thought in a daze, it was too difficult for the master and the little yellow-haired man, they were not able to be together in the last life, and finally gave birth to a child in this life, which seemed to be perfect , but still can't get...

Have a baby?

He opened his eyes suddenly.

What about his little master?

Where did that little quail egg that was born almost without a father or mother go?

Lian Chong searched around the house like a headless chicken, but there was no trace of Dandan, squatting on the ground, grabbing her hair, and hitting her head twice, but she still had no memory of Dandan's whereabouts.

The master and wife are unconscious, life and death are uncertain, and the little master is lost by him, and his whereabouts are unknown. He is going crazy even after pressing the song.

If the egg didn't hatch well, got cold, or fell somewhere and broke, the egg white would flow out before the egg yolk grew into a young bird... He didn't dare to think, what would he do if the master woke up.

When Ji Yushan and Yan Chu got the news, they didn't rest immediately. They searched the room inch by inch several times, searching every nook and cranny, but there was no sign of Eggy anywhere.

Ji Yushan looked at the bandaged and unconscious little yellow bird in the nest, and murmured: "The little bird in Lingjiang lost its eggs."

"Don't be in a hurry, let's look for it later." Yan Chu comforted, "There are a lot of animals in the valley, maybe one of them took the eggs away while we were not paying attention."

Ji Yushan looked at him anxiously: "If it was taken away, would the balls have been eaten?"

Yan Chu was at a loss for words.

It's really possible.

When everyone was anxiously looking for the bird's egg, in a bush, a scarred orange cat was playing with an oval quail egg in the nest with its plum-blossom claws.

It was Lingjiang's little bird egg.

The wild cat lowered its head and gnawed, the cat's teeth ached, Meow slapped the cat's paw down, and the little bird's eggs rolled from the cat's nest to the grass, shook twice alone, and did not move.

The orange cat rolled up its chubby body, with its head resting on its own scarred belly, its round cat eyes stared at the bird's eggs, and squinted to sleep with a meow.

And the bird's egg that stayed among the weeds in the barren mountains and ridges was quiet for a while, and then it rolled on the flat ground that no one touched.

Its oval eggshell was a little clumsy at the beginning, but after a while, it rolled more and more smoothly without a teacher.

The wild cat suddenly opened its eyes, and the egg rolling on the ground stopped immediately. The wild cat looked around and narrowed its eyes again. The bird egg turned around and continued to roll cautiously. Eyes, with lightning-fast movements, jumped in front of Dandan nimbly.

The quail egg shivered a little in shock.

Then, he probably felt that it didn't fit his temperament, so he shook his egg, and stood up in a coquettish manner, hoping to scare the cat away with his stalwart posture.

This cat thought it was fun, so he offered his cat's paw and slapped his balls around several times.

fainted.

The wild cat opened its mouth, put the egg in its mouth and brought it back to the cat's nest.

The wild cats formed a circle, put the eggs on their stomachs, licked the balls with their soft tongues, the water was smooth and smooth, rubbed the eggs with their heads, buried their faces in their stomachs, and fell asleep up.

The bird egg raised by the wild cat was humiliated by this meow, and was about to sneak away when it suddenly felt that the cat's fur was really warm. Unexpectedly, it was so comfortable to sleep, no matter how it lay down, it was soft.

So, the egg retracted into the cat's belly with peace of mind, and fell asleep along with it.