: Chapter 72

The red bead gleamed on the lotus frame, Little Phoenix stared blankly, and a few dim and instinctive thoughts flashed in the tiny head.
what is this? Why are you so familiar?
Is it from another bird... egg?
Little Phoenix's spiritual wisdom has not yet opened, and there is no too clear thinking ability, but the powerful and hot divinity of the adult Phoenix immediately invades all its senses, and even the depth of the soul can not help but shudder the ball king gene.
It intuitively identified this feeling as dangerous.
It must be Zhou Hui who is secretly hiding behind his back.
Little Phoenix glanced into the bathroom like a thief. Zhou Hui's singing had a harsh tone in the sound of water. It seemed that he didn't notice the movement in the bedroom at all.
After a moment of hesitation, Little Phoenix turned his head, looking at the brilliant red beads, and finally made up his mind.
If there are other birds, Zhou Hui will not want me.
Little Phoenix patted his wings, carefully overturned the glass jar, opened the red beads into his mouth.
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Zhou Hui hummed while wiping his head with a towel, and walked out of the bathroom naked. There were still water droplets on the strong six abdominal muscles, shining in the dim bedroom.
He habitually glanced at the bedside table. The milk glass was empty and there was no little phoenix.
Looking up again, Little Phoenix was curled up at the top of the closet, almost next to the ceiling.
"Tweet, come down." Zhou Hui stretched out his hand and gestured: "I will wipe your hair down, let's go to watch TV together."
Little Phoenix turned his head to ignore him, his neck hair exploded slightly, his tail feathers curled up under his belly, and the whole bird cub was like a round plush ball.
"Tweet?" Zhou Hui felt a little strange, and put down the towel and called again: "Tweet? Xiaomao? What's wrong with you?"
Little Phoenix ignored it.
Is it because I am not wearing clothes, so I am shy? No, even if Spiritual Intelligence drives fast, it will not be so close. Zhou Hui ran into the bathroom in disbelief, put on his clothes, and then came out to stand under the closet. He looked up and called, "Come down, Little Phoenix! Go out and take you to eat delicious food!"
As a result, Little Phoenix twisted and pointed his at him.
"..." Zhou Hui was really puzzled, but no matter how he coaxed, cheated, or promised to take it out to play and eat, Little Phoenix ignored it.
Chuhe only engages in the Cold War when he is really angry. If the behavior of Little Phoenix is ​​replaced by the same amount, Chuhe’s anger value should have reached Zhou Hui training the young and ignorant Dapeng bird Frisbee, or the little peacock. The standard of mopping the ground with its tail feathers tied to a pole.
Zhou Hui stood under the closet and coaxed for a long time. Finally, he couldn't move. He moved up a chair and climbed up. I saw Little Phoenix shrinking in the innermost corner, curling up his belly, and looking at the ceiling with a very aggrieved expression.
"...What's the matter?"
Zhou Hui was very strange. He stretched out his hand and wanted to hug, but Xiao Fenghuang immediately bowed his head, a look of "you reach out and I will peck you".
Is it the rebellious period?
Zhou Hui thought so, and circled the room, his eyes falling on the glass of milk that had not been finished. He thought that the milk was not good or the temperature was too hot to make Little Phoenix angry, so he tasted it in the past, but found nothing abnormal.
...No, is it really a rebellious period? Zhou Hui is even more inexplicable.
Zhou Hui tried it for an hour since then, and did not coax Little Phoenix from the closet. If you want to forcibly hold it, Xiao Fenghuang starts tweeting, shrinking into the corner, threatening to breathe fire; in the end, Zhou Hui is helpless and can only put it on and wait for a while to let herself down.
However, this little night Phoenix's anger disappeared.
Turning off the lights at night, Zhou Hui was lying on the bed, seeming to fall asleep with his eyes closed. In fact, all the wisdom in the darkness was watching the top of the wardrobe. He could feel Little Phoenix lingering, lying there with his wings twitched, and it seemed a little uncomfortable; after a long, long time, it slowly stopped moving, as if to sleep Song Shao's billionaire bride.
A few minutes later, Little Phoenix crooked and fell straight from the top of the closet.
Zhou Hui bounced like lightning, disappeared from the bed in an instant, and appeared in the air to
crack!
to catch Little Phoenix.
His movements were so swift and gentle that when he returned to bed the next second, Little Phoenix was not fully awake.
"...Tweeting..." Little Phoenix yelled uncomfortably, and adjusted to a more comfortable posture in Zhou Hui's hands-curled up his belly, his head buried in the young hair on his chest, and a fluffy buttock under his tail feathers He pursed naturally; in this weird posture, he hummed for a while and fell asleep again.
Zhou Hui: "..."
Zhou Hui smelled Little Phoenix carefully, and measured the temperature with his finger against the hair, and found that the temperature of Little Phoenix was a little high. Is it sick?
If it's sick, it's really troublesome.
Swire Birds will definitely not get sick. If they are sick, it must be a more serious problem. The so-called sickness is just an external manifestation. Within nine days and ten days, there was no record of how to treat the ancient gods and animals if they were sick. Zhou Hui could not even determine whether this increase in temperature was indeed a disease, or is it the normal physiological characteristics of Phoenix as an inflammatory bird?
Zhou Hui didn't close his eyes all night, staring at Little Phoenix without blinking his eyes, and found that it did not sleep well, curled up on the pillow in the middle of the night and shivered slightly. When he woke up the next morning, Little Phoenix was listless and refused to drink milk. He only pecked at the mineral water with a bit of enthusiasm and turned his head.
Zhou Hui is basically sure that it is sick, but where is it?
For a whole day, Little Phoenix shrank in Zhou Hui's pocket, but refused Zhou Hui's caress and closeness, and at the special place, he encountered Jialou Luo and refused to show his head. Li Hu, Zhang Shun, and Shen Wantian took turns to visit Little Phoenix, but they couldn't tell the reason, and they couldn't do anything.
In the evening, Zhou Hui took Little Phoenix home and wanted to take a hot towel to wipe its feathers, but was immediately avoided by Little Phoenix: "Tweet!"
"Are you uncomfortable?"
"Tweet!"
"...If we don't like the human world, can we go back to Zhoushan, OK?"
Zhou Hui stepped forward half a step, and Xiao Fenghuang immediately shrank vigilantly into the washbasin: "Tweet!"
Zhou Hui looked at the bird cub from a condescending position, and suddenly found that his posture was very strange, and seemed to have been curling up his belly.
Zhou Hui keenly remembered that it has been like this since last night, even when sleeping, the gorgeous tail feathers are shrunk under the belly, instead of spreading on the big soft pillows as normal. Is it the stomach upset? Chilled?
It's no joke that such a small bird cub is cold, Zhou Hui reaches out and touches the belly of the bird cub. But as soon as he discovered his attempt, Little Phoenix turned around and jumped, fluttering with his wings, and flew out, bumping his head against the door frame in a panic, falling dizzy.
Zhou Hui stepped forward, grabbed the little bird cub in his hand, and touched his fluffy belly without a word. Little Phoenix was almost crying, struggling desperately in the palm of Zhou Hui, but could not bear Zhou Hui is indeed thousands of years older than his current body, broke the body directly, touched his belly a few times, suddenly I found that the feel was wrong.
-There is a hard, thumb-sized ball in his belly.
Zhou Hui thought he had touched the wrong one, but then the feeling became clearer and clearer. He finally determined that there was indeed a foreign body in Little Phoenix's belly.
Zhou Hui’s head
buzzed
loudly, and countless ominous speculations flashed through his head, his face instantly turned to greenish:
What’s going on? When did it grow out?

Little Phoenix flew outwards with its tail feathers shaking, flicking to the bed, plunging into the quilt, scumbag man, and turning left to get out.
The next second Zhou Hui squeezed his neck and picked it up: "What the is going on? Does it hurt? Or did you eat something indiscriminately?!"
Little Phoenix looked like a revolutionary martyr, no matter how Zhou Hui pressed, he closed his mouth and did not pronounce a syllable. When he was anxious, he closed his eyes and pretended to die, and then forced Zhou Hui to peck his hand without paying attention. Zhou Hui shivered and almost threw it out.
"Little Phoenix!" Zhou Hui raised his hand to beat, threatening sharply: "Are you eating anything! Say, I know you understand!"
It is impossible to grow something in the body in such a short time, it must be eaten. If Little Phoenix confessed it himself, things could be much simpler, otherwise it would only be possible for Deputy Vice-People to do X-rays to see if it was a glass marble or something else.
"Show me what you eat, now!" Zhou Hui said sharply: "If you don't say anything, you will be locked in the cage and you are not allowed to go out and walk! Don't hold you!"
"Tweeting!" Little Phoenix immediately angered, looking at that posture seems to be arguing: "Tweeting! Tweeting!-Tweeting Tweeting!" And then flapped his wings on top of Zhou Hui's head.
"..." Zhou Hui buzzed in his head, forcing himself to calm down, but he couldn't do it anyway.
Is it okay to induce vomiting? How to vomit a bird? What are the adverse reactions after such a small bird vomiting?
If you look for a doctor in the human world, the medicine you prescribed will not be suitable for Phoenix. You should pay great attention to your diet. What if the medicine is more poisonous than what it eats?
Little Phoenix is ​​Zhou Hui's life. He dare not imagine what to do if something happens to Little Phoenix. If Nirvana is still there, is there any good luck to break the shell quickly? Will you still kiss him like this after breaking the shell?
Ten thousand steps back, even if Nirvana is easy to break the shell smoothly, Zhou Hui can't bear to see Little Phoenix dying in front of his eyes, the voice is so weak that it disappears, the feathers lose a little luster, and the warm little body slowly becomes stiff scene.
At this time, Zhou Hui's reason had stretched to the limit. He skipped all other possibilities and immediately thought of the worst and irreparable consequences. He was cold all over, pacing back and forth in the bedroom for a few times, and finally thought of the most direct way now: physical vomiting!
Let Little Phoenix spit it out, first of all must understand what it eats!
Zhou Hui shivered and called Yu Jingzhong, calling him to send a doctor to take a picture of Xiaofenghuang immediately. As soon as Yu Jingzhong heard it, he was shocked and asked a few words. Before he could find out clearly, Zhou Hui hung up the phone.
Little Phoenix lay prostrate on the quilt, Zhou Hui grabbed it, and finally asked, "What the are you eating?"
Little Phoenix stared back at him resentfully, his wings hugging his little belly.
"I'll eat indiscriminately next time, and see if I can beat you!" Zhou Hui said fiercely, pressing the little Phoenix on the bed with his backhand, forcibly pulling off his wings, and then began to rub his belly hard.
"Tweet--! Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!" Little Phoenix resisted desperately, fluttering his wings under Zhou Hui's big hands, rolling and screaming, spitting out a mass of flames, and burning out the sheets with fist-sized holes. Zhou Hui's hand was also blistered with redness, and his fingers were loose under severe pain. Little Phoenix immediately flew tears and flew out for several meters, stopped on the window sill, and screamed with all his strength to accuse: "Tweet tweeted tweeted tweeted--! !!!"
The voice was full of blood and tears, and it was harsh. Zhou Hui covered her ears subconsciously and stared at it anxiously, just about to catch it back to continue to induce vomiting, and suddenly a sharp flash in his mind flashed.
When did Little Phoenix start to be abnormal? When he went to the bath yesterday.
In other words, even if you eat food indiscriminately, you eat it at home, and the biggest possibility is the food in the bedroom!
What's in the bedroom?
Zhou Hui frowned and began to think, trying to calm himself from the huge anxiety of Han Yu's little nanny. The kind of thumb-sized, round and hard sphere in the bedroom is only... Could it be...
Zhou Hui was unbelievable, turned around and pulled open the drawer of the bedside table.
As expected, the glass jar was empty, and the phoenix eyeballs stored in the refrigerator were gone.
Zhou Hui froze for a while, turned to look at Little Phoenix, hardly knowing what expression to face this matter.
However, at the next moment, all his thoughts were gone, and he was almost soulless in an instant--
I saw Little Phoenix's angry cry gradually changed into pain, its body feathers exploded, feather roots erected, golden red dazzled like a burning flame; the top of his head began to smoke, and the smoke gradually spread to the whole body After a few seconds, the flame suddenly erupted from the feathers, and instantly wrapped the little Phoenix into a ball of fire!
"Phoenix!" Zhou Hui growled silently: "Phoenix! Phoenix! Don't do this! Don't go!"
Zhou Hui rushed over and grabbed the ball of fire with a trembling hand, but he couldn't catch anything except being severely burned.
The fireball rolled from the window sill to the ground, tumbling back and forth, strangely so high in temperature without burning any carpet or furniture. Zhou Hui was almost crazy. He watched the figure of the little phoenix in the flames seem to be rapidly changing and lengthening. I don’t know how long the time has passed. It seems that it only takes a few seconds and seems to have passed for centuries. Finally The flame exploded "Boom!" and suddenly extinguished.
The scorching heat disappeared.
On the carpet, Little Phoenix disappeared out of thin air, replaced by a five-year-old child.
Zhou Hui stood there, almost unable to move because of excessive shock.
I saw that the child was small, and his body was white like jade snow. His curly hair was wet and sticking on the soft white cheeks. His eyes were as black as water, and he raised his head tremblingly to look around, his eyes full of timidity and daze, and finally looked at Zhou Hui cautiously and alertly.
"..." Zhou Hui shivered: "Phoenix..."
His voice was trembling with horror, it sounded hoarse and weird, and even a little scary. However, his eyes were filled with emotions that made people feel sad at first glance, as if the next moment would overflow from his eyes.
Zhou Hui walked to Xiaofenghuang, knelt down and reached out to him.
Zhou Hui's fingers are very long, his knuckles are protruding, his palms are soaked with sweat, and there are still scars on the tiger's mouth and the back of the hand that have not completely resolved; no matter from which angle, it is not a pair of people who want to see it. Close hand.
But when he stretched his fingers slightly and spread his palms to Little Phoenix, the movement was so undefended and unwavering, and he felt a sense of reassurance and dependability in a trance.
"..." Little Phoenix carefully looked at it for a long while, and finally reached out his hand carefully, grabbing one of Zhou Hui's index fingers.
"...Well?" he asked, tilting his head.
Zhou Hui picked him up and hugged him tightly.
It was a hug without distance and closeness, as if the blood and bones were to be fused together, as if they were connected as one and never separated. Little Phoenix's head was resting on Zhou Hui's shoulders, and he started to feel a little uncomfortable, but he soon seemed to find a familiar breath that made him feel at ease. He also hugged Zhou Hui's strong neck with his backhand.
"Zhou...Zhou..." he said vaguely, clenching his teeth.
Zhou Hui didn't make a sound, his muscles were tight, only his shoulders were shaking strangely.
"Zhou... Hui..."
Little Phoenix finally tried to pronounce a complete syllable. He giggled and bowed his head on Zhou Hui's ear.