: Chapter 53

The Phoenix Ming King in the Heavenly Forbidden Land, left with a blood sea monster on the battlefield of the gods and demon wars, and since then, the traces have disappeared from Liulitian.
The news spread to the thirty-three heavens, and all the esteemed were surprised.
Hell, not Zhoushan.
Hell is divided into four categories: eight heat, eight cold, You Zeng, and loneliness. Each category is divided into four gates and sixteen vice prisons. Bu Zhoushan is located in the center of the four major gates. It is said that it can bypass Xumi Mountain and lead to the colorless sky. It is one of the sacred mountains that is also called Hell Ash Mountain and Tielun Mountain.
What's more special is that there are legendary magic eyes on Mount Zhou, which is the source of the magic power of hell.
The phoenix sat on a cliff and looked at the deep stream under his feet. The abyss seemed to be like a dragon in the abyss. From the tumbling dragon body, you can see a huge bright red ball in the deepest part, forming the shape of an eyeball, straight Looking straight at the sky of hell.
Zhou Hui came from behind, carrying a gray robe in his hand and gently draped it on Phoenix's shoulder.
"Sorry, I'm too..."
"It's fine," Phoenix said softly.
He beckoned backwards, Zhou Hui hesitated and sat next to him. The two sat side by side on the cliff and looked into the abyss. The giant eye seemed to turn round, showing a dull, blood-red gleam.
"Are you not used to Zhoushan?" Zhou Hui whispered.
"Why do you ask?"
"...I just think you live in the thirty-three heavens of Jinyu Liuli, and you are a king of Zunming, and suddenly come to a place like Hell..."
Phoenix turned his head to look at Zhou Hui.
His robe was very loose, and he looked thinner and thinner. His hair was held on one side of his shoulder. The collarbone protruding from his lapel was obvious, and deeper, there were fresh and hidden scars.
"You were born here?" He didn't answer the question.
Zhou Hui nodded, "Beside the devil's eyes, I've lived there since I remembered. But then the monk's wind was extremely hot and smelly, and the wind became stronger and stronger. I moved up from below and sometimes went to the blood. Two trips around the sea. How about you?"
"...The heavens are forbidden, Xuebaoding." Fenghuang paused slowly, said slowly: "The mountain top is frozen for thousands of years, and there are countless glaciers stretching all year round, forming thousands of ice ridges in the Xumi Mountains. A towering temple..."
Zhou Hui's expression didn't change, but his eyes glanced over the hidden uneasiness.
"The temple is empty all year round, and I live there alone, and sometimes I feel that I am the only person in this world." Phoenix showed a light smile: "I used to come to occasionally, and feel is much more lively than Mount Xumi."
Zhou Hui had a complex and inexplicable feeling under his heart, and the worries after seeking it appeared a little shadow from the bottom of his heart: "Then... Have you been to Zhoushan before?"
"Have been here."
Is it to surrender the monster? Or did it pass through Zhoushan when he went to war with Heaven? Such a terrible and dangerous place will not stay even if it comes...
Zhou Hui was thinking this way, but listened to Phoenix: "Actually, I was born in Yunan, which was not agreed by Zhoushan."
Zhou Hui was surprised for a moment.
He thought that the other party was joking, but when he looked up, he saw that Phoenix looked at the magic eyes in the deep stream under his feet.
"I also listened to Venerable Posti later. During the ancient times, the heavens and the earth were weathered. When the mountains and rivers moved, the Phoenix Jade tires of the colorless sky crashed down, passed through the nine days and ten earths, and fell to the magic eyes under the Zhoushan Mountain... Buddha didn’t want the ancient bird to be born in hell, so he forcibly opened the straight road from the colorless sky to the Zhoushan Mountain. I was just about to retrieve the phoenix fetus, but I suddenly broke out of the shell by the magic eye..."
"But that was a long, long time ago, many years before you were born."
He looked at Zhou Hui with a slight smile, his eyes seemed to be saying, look, I was really born long before you.
Somehow, when he smiled, there was a deep loneliness in his eyes, as if the blizzard of the glacier's millennium lingering in the depths of his soul would never stop.
He leaned on Zhou Hui's shoulders, but staggered a little, and was picked up by Zhou Hui Huo Ran, then immediately hugged.
Phoenix leaned very softly in his arms, his arms around his sturdy neck.
Phoenix doesn't have too much weight, even if his bones are hollow, it is nothing to Zhou Hui. The two snuggled down from each other and walked down the cliff, along the rugged mountain path, through the burning forest of red smoke in hell, there was a wooden hut on the hillside, and the red shura flowers were planted in front of the hut. The wind was sloppy in the wind.
Zhou Hui stepped on the boardwalk in front of the hut with wooden boards. The steps in front of the hut were connected to the platform, which was covered with a piece of black soft Warcraft fur.
He sat Phoenix on the fur and turned to catch the water with a green bamboo tube, then sat in front of him and gently fed him.
Phoenix turned his head down, said he didn't drink, then turned back again, and gently pressed Zhou Hui's forehead with his forehead.
"I have nothing good..." Zhou Hui said slightly crampedly.
Phoenix said: "It's okay."
His slender eyelashes drooped slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. He suddenly looked up at Zhou Hui as if he was aware of something: "When I said it was okay, it really was okay. You don't need to think about it."
"but……"
"Just sit here and accompany me," Phoenix whispered. "I have...not spoken to people for a long time."
He seemed to sigh, but the sound was barely audible and dissipated in the damp wind as soon as he exited.
Phoenix wrapped his hands around his calves and put his head on Zhou Hui's knees, looking quietly to the distant red pine forest in Zhoushan. His eyes are black and white, and very clear. Zhou Hui has not seen the gem-like crystal lake on Mount Xumi, but now looking at Phoenix’s eyes, he suddenly feels that maybe the legendary ice lake is just like that. .
He had wondered if the Phoenix would be bored or unbearable to the hot environment of hell, but he soon found that he was very indifferent to everything around him, and it seemed that the heavenly shrine with beautiful gold and jade, or the blood was rumbling everywhere. The of hot water and poisonous smoke is not like Zhoushan. For him, there is no difference.
Phoenix snuggled up beside him, just simply enjoying this companionship with body temperature.
It seems that when he curled up and sat there, he formed a quiet little world around him. No matter how vicissitudes of the outside world and the shifting of the battles, it would not leave any traces in those lonely and calm eyes.
Why would he promise me? Zhou Hui thought.
The high Ming King, such as the beauty across the clouds, should be the existence of people competing for flattery, why did they agree with me?
On the seventh day of Mount Zhou, Phoenix, the Lord of the Four Evil Dao, King Asura King Fan Luo sent envoys to ask if he could ask His Royal Highness to move to the Magic Palace to classify the Genius Fairy Princess.
At that time, Phoenix was climbing on Zhou Hui's shoulders, shuddering with fierce movements, and continuously issued intermittent moans. The voice was a little dumb because it was torn too much. It sounded very painful at first glance, but the eager emptiness and thirst were hidden from the careful listening.
Zhou Hui withdrew a little and felt very dry with a touch. Although the violent friction doubled his violent pleasure, his few intellects also knew that this showed that the other party had no pleasure at all and was very painful.
Zhou Hui stopped and kissed Phoenix's cold and trembling lips, and asked dumbly, "Should it be lighter?"
Phoenix shook his head, his sweaty hair sticking to his cheeks, and his face looked white and pitiful.
"Is it too..."
Phoenix lifted his head to kiss Zhou Hui with all his hands, and his fingers were all covered with kiss marks. When he was soaked in sweat to almost transparent skin, it was terribly sensational.
The kind of desperate one who is very afraid of loneliness and would rather endure pain rather than lose is like hitting Zhou Hui directly through his cold and soft lips like an electric current. No man could bear this at all. At that moment, Zhou Hui had forgotten all his worries and distresses. He pushed the Phoenix down on the bed and pushed it into it. When he collapsed into a groan, he yelled , I don't know how long I worked in the excitement, and then erupted into the deepest soft spot with a very deep collision.
The spray continued for a long time until Zhou Hui finally let out a breath, hugging the exhausted Phoenix and kissing his sweaty hair.
"Does it hurt?"
Phoenix closed his eyes and said softly: "...okay."
He put his face in Zhou Hui's sturdy shoulder socket, his eyelashes soaked, and a slightly curved arc appeared on the long tip of his eye. After a while, his fine and disordered breathing finally calmed down and asked hoarsely, "How come you are so hot?"
Zhou Hui said: "Your temperature is too cold. What is this?"
He pressed his finger lightly on a long, narrow wound at Phoenix's ribs, and the scar had faded away so much that he couldn't see it if he looked closely. However, Phoenix didn't answer immediately. Zhou Hui looked up and found that his eyes were half-open, and his face seemed to be faintly stiff.
"You left the Phoenix bone..." Zhou Hui reacted: "Is the pure green arrow cut by me?"
What he didn't know was that at that moment Phoenix didn't think that the arrow was broken, but that it was more lingering in the shadows, which made him show the hidden fear of fear from the deep inside. Regarding the man he used to draw bones and arrows, the man who might be able to drop the thunderstorm from the colorless sky at any time, and the long years of interdependence in the empty temple, and the seemingly tender face, the more The more ruthless means and deception...
What would Zhou Hui think if he knew?
Will he leave?
"It's okay... don't worry, it's not painful anymore." Phoenix squeezed hard into his arms and whispered: "Really, it's not painful anymore, I don't feel anything at all..."
His voice was a little loose.
What he wanted to say was not that it was "no more painful", but something more painful and obscure. Unfortunately, Zhou Hui couldn't learn from the pale language that deeper burial.
Phoenix concealed the injured chest, rolled over on the bed, and then suddenly screamed with his hair pressed. Zhou Hui immediately picked him up and lifted his hair, gently massaged his back with his thumb, evenly and gently, and soon the comfort felt over the pain.
"how about it?"
Phoenix seems to enjoy this kind of intimate snuggling extremely, nodding silently [Wang Wang] He Qijiao.
Zhou Hui looked at his slightly closed eyes, and the deep, haggard shadows under his eyes, with indisputable and fascination in his eyes. After a long time, he bowed his head and printed a kiss on the ear of Phoenix. With an itchy breath, Phoenix flinched and turned his head to kiss him seriously.
"Why did you promise me?" Zhou Hui whispered, "Why didn't you kill me, but did you promise me?"
Phoenix did not answer.
Zhou Hui tried to pull the hair on his back very softly, and let him look up at him slightly: "Why? Why?"
His expression was very persevering, and he stared at Phoenix's eyes without blinking, not only for him but also for himself.
However, Phoenix looked back at him with very calm eyes and a natural voice: "Why do you think that, what do you think is wrong with you?"
"...I am a blood demon, and there is nothing worthy of boasting compared to the heavenly king's position..."
"So?"
"So..." Zhou Hui paused and said: "Since you were released from heaven, I returned to the blood of hell. I kept thinking about what you said in my mind, and I admired you unconsciously. The moment when love sprang up, it suddenly inspired the wisdom that monsters must have, and then cultivated from the fire of wisdom into a person who can be obtained by the top devil... It can be said that everything I have given you, I am humble like dust in front of you. In fact, the moment I climbed up the city wall, I was not prepared by your answer..."
Phoenix looked at him steadily without smiling.
On the contrary, there were more subtle and deep emotions in his eyes, which seemed to be very sad, and there was a little self-deprecating self-deprecation.
"You are wrong to think so," he said. "Maybe I am the humble, dusty one."
Zhou Hui froze and didn't understand what he said, but Phoenix didn't explain it anymore.
It was at this time that footsteps sounded outside the hut. Someone climbed the stairs and stood across the wooden platform to the door. He hissed and asked: "-- Is your Highness Phoenix King here?"
Zhou Hui Huo Ran got up, grabbed the long knife nailed to the bed, and strode through the hall to the wooden door: "Who is outside?"
There was a moment outside the door.
"I am Asura, is His Royal Highness the Phoenix King present?" the hoarse and weird voice asked again.
Zhou Hui opened the door in a huff, and saw a white-winged Asura bird outside the door. The huge membrane wings almost covered the entire corridor. The white eyes stared at him without blinking.
Asuras are all divinities and are worthy of beings in hell. They often appear as the masters of the four evils. However, in hell, facing the top devil's dwelling like Zhou Hui, Asura Bird still had some scruples, and did not rashly adopt the big summoning technique that Asura used to devil, but chose to go in person infrequently.
Zhou Hui held an iron knife and said coldly: "--What's the matter?"
Phoenix put on a white robe and walked out of the inner room. His shoulders leaned against the door of the inner room behind Zhou Hui. There was no expression on his beautiful face.
Compared to the blood monster, the deterrent force of the Phoenix Ming King who actually emptied the several times is obviously more specific. The human-faced white-winged bird paused for a moment before hoarsely saying: "His Royal Highness, King Asura learned that you are not driving down the mountain, and I would like to ask you to move to Tielun Mountain Hell Demon Palace..."
Phoenix asked: "Who is King Asura?"
The human face bird replied: "It's His Royal Highness."
Phoenix didn't even think of who this person was, and said, "Got it, call him to come to Fengjiang Dragon's Desolation City."
Phoenix turned around and walked toward the inner room. The human-faced white-winged bird didn't expect him to respond. He stepped forward and hurriedly said, "His Royal Highness..."
Zhou Hui's iron knife cut the sheath in half.
The one who only cut eleven phoenix bones!
The human-faced bird immediately stood still again and said angrily: "His Royal Highness King!--The God Buddha of Sumeru Mountain descended on King Asura, and he ordered you to listen to the will in Hell's Devil Palace. Don't you put the meaning of God Buddha on nothing? ?!"
Zhou Hui suddenly turned to look at Phoenix, but only listened to him without looking back: "Oh? What's the purpose?"
"Great Asura King please ask you to move to the Hell's Demon Palace to be able to..."
Phoenix turned his face away, his eyes and expression were very flat, and even the tone of his speech did not rise:
"How did the previous great Asura king die?"
The human face bird said nothing.
It is well known to all beings in nine days and ten places that the former King Asura was shot into the sea of ​​blood by the Phoenix Ming King with an arrow.
Phoenix asked: "Does Fan Luo want to die that way?"
The human face bird instantly shocked, suddenly changed color!
Phoenix turned back into the inner room.
The human-faced bird was furious, and his white eyes turned scarlet, and he almost immediately rushed to the road!
But the next second, Zhou Hui crossed the sword, and the human face bird stood still in front of the sword light, hesitated for a few seconds and gasped for a few seconds, then screamed: "Phoenix Mingwang! You return to the 33rd heaven, you must leave Hell Road immediately!"
The unstoppable voice of Phoenix came from the inner room: "If I were you, I would leave here now."
He said it so quietly that the face-faced bird was stunned for a moment, and he didn't immediately understand what it meant.
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Hui lightly wrote that the blade was picking up, crossed the neck of the human face bird, and closed the door.
At the next moment, the sound of water from the door spewed out, and the heavy body of the human-faced white-winged bird crashed down the stairs!
Zhou Hui flicked the blade at random, and the blood splatters splashed against the dark wooden wall, and he quickly rushed in.
He didn't think there was anything wrong. He turned back into the inner chamber and saw Phoenix standing beside him in front of the window, looking at the distant and hazy sky outside the window.
Is he thinking of leaving? Zhou Hui flashed this thought in his heart.
Although he immediately forced himself to dismiss this thought, the restlessness and violentness that he had produced remained in his mind for a long time, and he felt the burning air in his nose when he breathed.
"you……"
"No," Phoenix interrupted him and seemed to know what he wanted to ask, saying, "I didn't want to go."
He turned his head to look at Zhou Hui, with a slight, soft smile on his lips.
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At this time, both Zhou Hui and Fenghuang thought that the purpose of lowering Heavenly Path was just a warning. At this moment, this delicate timing does not represent any real threat.
However, nightmarish shadows followed, and Phoenix soon found a very terrible, ominous sign on his body.