: Chapter 50

Two days later, Beijing.
A large silver car stopped slowly downstairs, Yu Jingzhong extinguished the fire, took out a box of special supplies for China from his pocket, and drew one by himself and handed it to Zhou Hui.
Zhou Hui sat on the co-pilot, standing collar windbreaker indifferently, took the smoky spot and set fire, and took a deep breath.
"Brother, listen to me." Yu Jingzhong took off his sunglasses and said seriously: "Don't think about it, the more uncomfortable the more you think about yourself. If you go home and feel uncomfortable, come and live in my house for a while. Don't you like the little girl, Our family Minmin brings you..."
Zhou Hui seemed to wake up suddenly from contemplation. "Huh?" He waved his hand.
"No... no."
His face looked strange, not as sad and angry as Yu Jingzhong imagined. On the contrary, it was more of a kind of thinking-just don’t know what else this man whose wife ran away for the second time can think about, instead Ordinary people have cerebral hemorrhage men of Warcraft [Book Wear].
Yu Jingzhong looked at him carefully, and after a while he tentatively said: "Otherwise... Wu Bei was arranged to stay in the hospital of the special office. If you are fine, come and see him with me?"
"Don't go. When there was only one breath left on the second road, he asked me to stop and buy him a selection of Ben Tagore's poems. He couldn't die."
"...Oh, then-after a while Yan Yanyu's eighteenth birthday, I invite everyone to gather together, are you coming?"
Zhou Hui's expression is still lazy, "Let's talk again, don't forget to remind me to seal the red envelope to the little beauty."
He seemed to have nothing to do with anything. Yu Jingzhong looked worried about this, but he didn't know how to persuade him. After silently smoking half a cigarette, he patted his shoulder hesitantly: "--Brother, Look a little bit, otherwise I will report to you a 10-day tour group in Lijiang, Yunnan..."
"Go to Yan Yu?" Zhou Hui said with a smile: "It's okay, don't worry about me. I just... Some things don't make sense, and suddenly I think maybe I can find the answer at home."
Yu Jingzhong was a little stunned, but Zhou Hui got out of the car, waved at him, and walked away without looking back.
Zhou Hui opened the door and stood in the empty living room.
It only took a few days to leave, but as if it had not been back for a long time, the family suddenly became so empty and strange. Sunset glowed through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the balcony and reflected on the wooden floor, showing a warm and old halo; on the coffee table in front of the sofa, the rose buds that had been inserted in the water before leaving had already opened, and they were blooming at this time.
However, the man with long hair cluttered, beautiful and pale face, always curled up on the sofa and dizzy was gone.
Zhou Hui walked to the sofa and sat down, looking quietly at the empty sofa beside him.
He held out his hand for a long while, stroking it slowly and gently from the void figure in the air.
"Phoenix..." he said softly, his voice soft and gentle.
He actually can't remember the last time he called Phoenix with such unbridled tenderness. He was wearing a vigilant, violent mask for too long, and had long forgotten how to be a considerate lover, and was only used to being a warden who was burned to a twist by possessiveness.
When did this little phoenix plan to escape with extreme reluctance?
Since when, silently observing and evaluating his every move, in order to constantly guess the thoughts of his ruthless prison guard, and finally decided to keep all the secrets in his own heart?
A heavenly path filled with a weird atmosphere, a sea with a hideous face, a parent-child screaming in the midst of Wan Leiqi, and a desperately approaching destiny that is not waiting with good intentions ahead...
Was he afraid when he decided to bear all this alone?
His body is so weak that even the bone marrow has lost its temperature, but it has been pierced through the golden ring lock that can again control his health below a certain level; his situation is utterly helpless, but he has to bear the worry of being abandoned by his only lover, Hidden pain burned like a fire, but he couldn't bring the word to his mouth...
Has he ever felt cold?
In what mood did he say the phrase "I do not necessarily die when I do something, but you will die without doubt"?
Has he ever been disappointed by the incompetence of his partner at any time, even for just a second?
The last halo of the setting sun disappeared behind the horizon, the world was vast, the twilight, and the endless long night was coming.
Zhou Hui buried his face deeply in his hands, the moment when the sunset faded, like a statue hidden in the dark.
Heaven's way is treacherous, all beings are lingering, and the road ahead is as obscure as the mist, and the secret of yin and yang.
Maybe the story has moved in the direction of deviation from the beginning, maybe Mogao condemned the moment when he stood idly by the end of the tragedy; now the phoenix has left, leaving him alone, helpless standing on the spot .
Zhou Hui moved, and finally raised his head, then stood up.
In the dark, his figure was very lonely, even a little bit steep. After a moment he stepped towards the bedroom, paused at the door, did not turn on the light, and came straight to the bedside table.
Like thousands of couples in the world, they have a bedside table on each side of their bedroom double bed, the difference is that the cabinet on the side of Phoenix is ​​always forced to open, and his drawer is locked all year round, playing on the Phoenix no matter how. Unopenable spell.
Zhou Hui tore off the ban, opened the drawer at the bottom, and took out a silver box.
He opened the box, and Yin Hong's fragments glowed beautifully in the darkness.
That was the soul fragment he had recovered from the Snow Mountain Goddess, which was originally intended to be returned to Chu He, but Shakti had a sentence that changed his mind: "--This can't stand it? There are more exciting ones below. ."
He thought about it for a long time, as if he did not know how to erase this matter, or once again peek into the unknown memory of Phoenix, and understand the history that is now helpless but terrible?
Intellectually he knows that he should respect each other's space. He must have been reluctant to let Phoenix know in the blood sea, but he struggled so emotionally that he hesitated for a long time, and finally missed the opportunity to exchange the soul fragments back.
But Chu He didn't think about it later. His spirit was too weak. Thinking for a while would make him sleepy. Many details were not taken into account.
Zhou Hui picked up the piece and raised it to his eyes.
"Some things I do may not die, but you know it will die"...
However, death is not terrible. The long and endless wait is the source of fear.
Zhou Hui closed his eyes and shattered his soul for the next second.
The golden-red brilliant halo suddenly rose in the whole room, and thousands of light spots wandered and flew into a continuous glacier in the sky.
-Heavenly Way, Xumi Mountain.
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The temple hangs horizontally on the mountain stream, and countless huge golden wires are made into a hanging plank, just like a long bridge across the sky dome. The Phoenix Ming Wang strode along the flying railings, and at his feet was the abyss, the robe sleeves and long clothes fluttered in the wind.
Xiao Sha Mi eagerly chased behind her: "His Royal Highness! Wait a minute, His Royal Highness, Lord Venti is in the front hall of the Buddhist Hall..."
However, Phoenix Mingwang did not look back.
He walked down the boardwalk, climbed the white jade steps, directly to the top of Xuebao Mountain, and stood in front of the Jiuzhang Gate of the Buddha Hall.
The huge front hall was deep and empty, surrounded by cigarettes, and the lords stood high on the rosette, and King Ming III stood in front of the futon.
"Phoenix Ming Ming," the voice of Venerable Bati came from high altitude: "Xiao Sha Mi said that you secretly released the blood sea monsters captured by the Buddha from the Vajra Bell, but is it true?"
Behind the Phoenix is ​​the world of high mountains and white snow. He stands in front of the magnificent Buddha Hall. His hair is mixed with small ice slag, which is slightly shiny like a bright diamond.
His face was as cold as ice and snow, unable to find a trace of expression, and after a moment said: "Yes."
"why?"
"...No reason."
It was silent all around, and it only took a while to listen to Venti, who asked, "What do you mean?"
Phoenix said: "There is no reason, if you want to let go, let go of unintentional immortality."
The Venerables lowered their heads from the rosette above them and looked at the upright Phoenix King in front of the hall. Some emotions in his eyes seemed to be well hidden, and at such a long distance, he could not see anything.
"Do you know what kind of punishment will be imposed on private offenders?" Venerable Bati asked.
Phoenix suddenly laughed.
The smile is very subtle, and you won't even find it if you don't look carefully. At the same time, the weird meaning in the smile was so obvious, even if it was to be described, there was even a little provocation...even a contemptuous look.
"Yes," he said, "I will be punished for that monster."
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The Vajra Bell is ten feet high, and it will ring ninety-nine times every four hours. The thick bell sounds through the entire earthquake.
Since ancient times, only monks who committed major crimes will be thrown into the bell. When the bell rings, the muscles and bones will be broken, and the flesh and blood will shatter and die alive.
The Phoenix sat straight in the big clock, King Jiang Sanming held the Magic Pestle, and looked at him quietly.
He closed his eyes, his eyelashes fell lightly, his white robe spread like a thousand-layered petals, and his hair fell like a waterfall on his clothes, emitting a faint lotus fragrance between the gaps.
So serene face, as if the anger that flashed in the expression just now, is as absurd as an illusion.
"Are you sure?" King Wang Sanming asked.
"..."
"If you now get that monster back in the Nether and be punished, you will be exempted from the bell penalty..."
Phoenix still said nothing.
King Jiang Sanming finally turned his gaze, and after a long time, put down the bell jar, and raised the falling magic pestle in the muffled sound made by the collision between Zhong Yuan and the earth.
The first ringing of bells spread all over Xumi Mountain.
The loud noise went straight into the brain, and the whole body of Phoenix shook.
This was followed by the second sound.
Third sound.
The bells are getting more and more frequent, as if thousands of horses are passing by, and like hundreds of millions of thunder falling from the sky. Phoenix covered his ears in a violent shock, only to feel that the eardrums were loud, and his blood was retrograde to the top.
Forty-ninth ring, fiftieth ring.
The earth vibrated in the darkness, the rock cracked, and the fire flared from the center of the earth, wrapped in the magic breath and swept straight up.
The flames roared and danced in the Vajra Bell, transforming the scene. The demon opened his blood basin in the fire and gave a wanton roar!
Sixty-ninth ring, seventy ring.
The Vajra Bell strangles every inch of bone into pieces, shattering the brain into pulp. In the painful illusion, the heavenly demons Wan Ling Qi Zhen, the sprites and ghosts are all out, the innocent soul in the path of the hungry ghost struggles to stretch out the bone claws from the gate of hell, the sea of ​​blood sets off a big wave boiling against the sky
The Phoenix Ming King finally couldn't support it, and suddenly spurted a lot of blood!
The next second, a familiar figure appeared in the fire of hell, reaching for the chin of Phoenix in the air.
It is Sakyamuni.
Shakya was condescending, staring at the phoenix without saying a word, cascading in the black flames and dancing wildly in the self-cultivation of black powder. After a while he reached out to wipe the blood from the pale cheek and asked:
"Why let that monster go?"
"..."
"You don't believe me anymore, do you?"
Phoenix's painful eyes reflected Shakya's figure, and for a while hoarsely said: "I..."
The demon pestle hit the bronze clock heavily, and his thin body shook violently.
"……I'm just……"
"You just don't believe me anymore," Shakya leaned down and pressed against his ear.
There were no disappointments or surprises in Shakya's eyes, and she only smiled indulgently as many years ago.
The smile is exactly the same as in the memory, but it seems that there is an indescribable difference. Phoenix stared at him, his eyes trembling slightly, he gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood that had poured into his throat.
Yes, he hasn't changed.
Years have not left any traces on Sakyamuni. This man who raised him from childhood has been the same for thousands of years, and has remained unchanged in the void of the colorless sky.
-What changed is Phoenix's eyes.
"You have contacted more people, saw more things, you have experienced more scenery in nine days and ten places, and now you recall the past in your memory..."
Shakya gently stroked Phoenix's temple hair, intimately holding him gently in his arms as he was in his distant boyhood, combing the long, gentle and soft hair for him, and then gently printing it on his red cheeks Next kiss.
So much deliberate lingering, so many dangerous and affectionate models.
"...You have discovered bits and pieces that have not been found in the past, your thoughts are gradually shaken in countless flaws, and your beliefs collapsed as more and more truths were revealed..."
Shakya smiled his usual smile.
The smile once let the young little phoenix indulge in the deadly warmth, but now looking back, the subtlety hides the shocking forest.
Phoenix gasped violently, not looking over his eyes, and was turned his head against the cheek again the next moment.
"Is it so painful to shake the faith?" Shakya asked, seeming to feel very interesting.
"In this case, wouldn't it be good to believe it all?
The bells were still going on, and every beat hit the heart of the brain relentlessly, shattering the internal organs into blood foam.
Phoenix opened his mouth and could not make a sound. Blood flowed from the corner of his lips to his jaw, leaving a shocking mark on his neck.
"It's you..." he said hoarsely. "You deliberately induced...I like you..."
Shakya's eyes were more tender, almost to the point of unbridled.
"But you still fall in love with me, right, Little Phoenix?"
The 98th loud echo reverberated, and the invisible force slammed the Phoenix forward. A thick blood spattered a large piece of clothing, and even mottled and splashed on Shakya's wrist and sleeve.
But Shakya didn't care, and lifted the beautiful face of Phoenix's mottled tears.
"Your pain comes from reluctance. Even if the truth is ugly, you will hold on to the last faith and don't want to let go..."
"It's so pitiful... that is your only warmth after all, my little phoenix Ye Shaomi loves her sweet wife."
Fengying gasped, and finally he did not know where to raise his strength at the end of the crossbow, and said furiously: "-- Let me go!"
He opened Shakya's hand and struggled hard to get up, but his messy hair and snow-white clothes froze to the ground, and his cramped fingers couldn't even grasp the ground. He looked so embarrassed that Shakya looked down at him with appreciative eyes, before leaning in the black fire for a while, and finally kissing Phoenix's cold forehead.
"I treat you," he said intimately, "as before."
He stepped back, smiling, and disappeared into the void.
At the same moment, the golden shrouded figure flew out of the big clock and suddenly went up to Jiuxiao!
Outside the clock, the King of the Three Kings of the Ming Dynasty, who lifted the Pestle Ninety-nine times, seemed to suddenly see something terrible, suddenly stopped, and looked at the sky in amazement-only Xiangyun rolled suddenly, followed by a stronger golden light Flying from the sky dome, splitting the Vajra Bell in the sky!
--boom!
The big clock shattered, and thousands of bronze pieces fell off, making a roar of mountains and rivers.
The golden light converged on the side of the Phoenix Ming King and turned into a protective cover, blocking all the splashing copper blocks in the shaking!
King Jiang Sanming suddenly retreated, and the demonic pestle slammed to the ground. "This...this...this is--?!"
Posthumous Venerable Rosette descended, throwing buddha beads in mid-air, and instantly transformed into a bounding barrier of the sky. The white light was shining brightly in the sky, and forcibly calmed the shaking Mount Xumi!
King Jiangming III stepped forward: "--Sovereign!"
But Venerable Venti took a long breath, and after the shock was completely subdued, he withdrew the beads and made a beating on the sky.
"Sister, then...that was..."
"That's the Buddha's light." Betti said quietly, turning his eyes to the bronze ruins kneeling on the ground, coughing up a phoenix.
There seemed to be some doubt in his eyes, but he said nothing and turned away after a while.
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The Vajra Bell that shone for thousands of years on Mount Xumi was turned into powder. However, after the Phoenix Ming King suffered the ringing under 98, he was seriously injured.
This might be a good thing for him, because it was time for Xumishan to send troops to attack Ashura again.
Everyone knows that Phoenix Mingwang has become more and more disliked to go to the Four Evil Roads in recent years. In the early years, he purged the sea of ​​blood and emptied the hell. Under the whirling double trees, quietly looked at the mountains in the distance and the human world farther away.
At this time, Tiandao attacked the Devil Realm more and more frequently, and even once almost reached the point of destroying the magic species.
After the great Asura King was shot to death by the Phoenix with an arrow, the four evil roads languished for thousands of years. It was only in recent years that a gray-clad Ashura called Fan Luo became a mystery and dominated the magic road. Took a sigh of relief.
In order to promote the Fa-rectification, Heavenly Dao sent five great kings to take turns to conquer the Four Evil Dao; and in order to replenish resources and obtain a breather, the Demon Dao intensified and eroded the human realm. It is said that many countries in the human realm have reached the point of a thousand miles.
The battle is like a nightmare whirlpool, going back and forth and endlessly.
Looking up at the sky from the top of Xuebao Mountain, you can see the horizon as far as you can. The sky is washed with ordinary blue tiles. The snow-capped mountains are not far away not far away, and the sky seems to be entwined with green dragons, reflecting the glory of the thousands of years of snow.
Phoenix Mingwang lives here.
He grew up here from childhood. It is said that it is the closest place to the colorless sky of God Realm for your life.
The Phoenix leaned under the whirling trees to recuperate, and in front of it was a lake like a glazed mirror.
It is said that the lake here is very warm, so the lake is full of thousands of flowers, just like a huge and magnificent gem on the glacier; however, for outsiders, this legend is always difficult to confirm, after all, it is unmanned Forbidden land.
The Phoenix looked at the human world in the red dust outside the distant mountains. The line of sight under the slender eyes was as quiet as water, and after a while it did not turn back and asked: "--Are you here to let me fight, Venerable?"
Venerable Bati appeared behind the whirling trees, and folded his hands together to make a beating.
"What are you thinking?" He didn't answer the question.
Phoenix sighed softly, and finally withdrew his gaze from the distant human world, turned to Venerable Bati and returned his salute.
"Let me guess..." His Holiness said leisurely: "You are thinking about why the world of mankind is turbulent and hungry; you are thinking about why the world of devil mourns and fights endlessly; you are thinking about why the heaven and earth are clearly clean The land of Buddha has now become an overlord of nine heavens, ten earths and six paths..."
"No," Phoenix said, "I don't think about those anymore."
His eyes looked at him, but he only smiled slightly.
The smile was very light, and it flew across his lips like feathers, and it was an illusion that he was almost trance.
"I'm thinking... If the so-called right way and power can make people fight and endlessly fight, why do some things worthless, but also allow people to use countless minds to calculate and monopolize it?"
Venerable Bati asked: "Are you talking about love?"
Phoenix does not answer.
"Love is not something that everyone can have." His Holiness said lightly, "Love is the most ordinary, the most common, and the least worth a pen... However, some people are doomed not to have. Such people see others dedicated to themselves My love is mean and envious, and I want to accept it but I can’t respond. I worry that this love will be put on hold for a long time and will be dedicated to others..."
Phoenix's face changed slightly.
Venerable Battti turned a blind eye:
"Therefore, in order to monopolize it, you must replace the response with countless scheming and scheming, so that this love will be in front of your eyes for a long time, and will not be taken away by others in the long years to come..."
Phoenix finally got up and stopped: "--Sovereign!"
Venerable Venti suddenly shut up.
The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and the atmosphere was terribly tense, as if the flowing air had frozen.
"Don't do that... don't say Sakyamuni." Phoenix said softly for a long time: "Such things, you and I don't want to talk about it in the future."
He took a half step back, and seemed to want to turn around to continue his silent practice for hundreds of years. However, at this time, Venerable Venti suddenly uttered a voice to stop him: "No, I am specifically saying this today-I see After causality for the next 3,000 years, something was discovered."
He paused, seeming hesitant, but still said:
"...About your eldest son."
Phoenix figured back and looked back in surprise: "Eldest son?"
"You are a phoenix," Venerable Bati is natural: "Huang will have two sons, the eldest of whom is very evil and will be bad for the Buddha. I can only look back for three thousand years. There are people who practice deeper than me and can see the future further away...maybe a very turbulent and terrible future."
Phoenix looked stunned, not knowing how to react. The male ghost was a little cold.
For a moment he even thought that Venerable Bati was joking, but the latter's eyes were gentle and serious.
"but why……"
"how?"
"... There is no mercy in your eyes." Phoenix frowned slenderly and looked a little puzzled: "Should a Venerable like you see causality, should you always have mercy in your eyes? Because everyone is born in your eyes It’s all bitter, and the disaster of the next three thousand years will be even more bitter. You need to come to cross it."
For a moment, Venerable Venti didn't know what to say, so that he was stunned.
This expression is so unusual in the face of people who are known as great wisdom and great compassion. Phoenix Phoenix stared at him, slightly turned his head and waited for his answer.
"...I have no sympathy," Venerable Vatican finally admitted after a long time: "Because I will also be involved in this disaster."
When he said this, he couldn't help but conceal his eyes.
Phoenix instantly felt a little ridiculous.
"Causes and effects that I can see can also be seen by someone higher than my spiritual practice, so I will remind you to be careful. You have been indulging in the wrong feelings for too long, I think you should hardly see more thing……"
Venerable Bhatti folded his hands together and read a Buddhist chant:
"Too much has been said today, so leave now."
Badi turned and walked down the mountain, and Phoenix stood staring at the spot, and suddenly stepped forward two steps later: "Sovereign!"
Trati paused.
"You said I had two sons..." Phoenix paused, it seemed a bit difficult to tell, but finally asked: "What is life with?"
Trati turned back.
For a moment, Phoenix thought that he would see a slight reproach like a serious superior on his face, or a smile like a kind elder, but then he found himself wrong.
Venti Venti's eyes were a little confused.
"I don't know." He said, "That man... he is not in cause and effect."
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He is not in cause and effect.
Phoenix sitting in the hall at night thinking about this sentence, the cold moonlight reflected on the blue stone column, showing a faint light.
He was covered in a large robe, curled up, and his long, soft hair spread on the bed.
There are vast stars and glaciers outside the hall, and there is only one person in the hall. The cold seems to show through every inch of the corner and the cracks in each floor tile, freezing him from inside to outside, and the inch by inch freezes into ice.
I just don't want to be alone... he thought.
He was indeed not alone many years ago. Although no one cared about him and no one ignored him, at least he still had Sakyamuni. He and Shakya, in the place closest to the colorless sky of God Realm, rely on each other in this ice and snow world far away from the earth and the smoke of mankind, living together and living through a long and endless winter.
But now everything is gone.
Even if the truth is ugly, it is tight and unwilling to let go, because it is the only warmth after all.
Phoenix hugged his knees and put his chin on his arm, staring blankly at the cold moon outside the hall.
He often sinks in nightmares and realities. On one side are the various puzzlements and embarrassments that he gradually realizes as he grows up; on the other side is the long and solitary ubiquity everywhere, reminding him cruelly in his ears every moment, If he discards the false warmth, he will start from the beginning to the end, and will have no money and good looks [rebirth].
There is nothing.
What a terrible thing that is.
He sometimes deliberately paralyzes himself late in the night, deceiving himself that all lies do not exist, creating a delusion that he is still being loved. However, the cruel truth came out of the nightmare from time to time, uncovering a small corner of the injury and letting him see the flesh that rotted to the bone inside.
Under such repeated torture day after day, sometimes he even wonders why he is still alive. Despite the superb beauty on the surface, the inside is like a frozen walking dead, and there is no vitality except breathing.
The blunt knife cuts the flesh and can't see the end of the pain and the length of eternal life, so that he will even have the idea that if Shakya didn't lie to me, or if Shakya could come back and continue to lie to me like this- He really has no one else to think about, except for Sakyamuni, it is absolutely vast and barren.
He thought that such desolation would continue to the end of eternal life.
Until today, Barti told him that there was another person who was not in cause and effect, and appeared in his life like a god, and had two children with him.
Phoenix leaned on the cold bed, and slowly came to mind.
What would it be if it were not in cause and effect?
Is it human? demon?
Or a ghost?
Anyway, any creature. As long as there is such a person, let him not need to use false lies to comfort himself in the endless night afterwards.
So, what will happen to his two children? Phoenix opened his long hair that fell to the side of his face and couldn't help thinking.
Will you look like yourself? Will you be obedient?
Will they grow up with each other?
He looked down at his slender hands. These hands once surpassed thousands of wraiths, beheaded countless demons, and contaminated with countless blood for the so-called "right way" that was even confounding himself; but from now on, they finally have real use .
They can take care of and protect his children, and keep all disasters and accidents out of sight of the children forever.
The mysterious person who is not in cause and effect will leave at any time, but his own blood will never leave.
Phoenix closed his eyes in unparalleled peace of mind and fell into a dark sweet dream.
It was the first time in many years that he had truly fallen asleep, instead of opening his eyes in the biting cold and waiting until dawn every minute and second. He even dreamed that when he was young, he snuggled with Shakya to watch the Milky Way traverse the sky. The temperature in the dream seemed to be soaked in the warmth during the cold winter. He became a person with a vague look, with a safe embrace and solid arms, and his breath was hot and long, as if he could accompany him for a long time.
Phoenix felt very happy in his sleep and couldn't help but curl up into a ball.
But then, a trace of vigilance against danger pierced his consciousness like a needle, causing his eyelids to move during sleep.
-Someone's breath.
Someone was standing by his bed.
Phoenix opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a person standing backlit in the dark, tall and familiar, with a very oppressive gaze, staring at him closely.
That turned out to be King Sanming Ming.