Chapter 1072: Great God

Little Phoenix lazily yawned, "I don't like the name. Call me Xiaoyu."
Lan Xiu's heart moved again: "Why don't you like it? You used to be by that name--"
Little Phoenix fell down again: "No reason, I don't like it, I don't like it. I don't want to be here, and let them prepare a room for me." It closed her eyes again.
Lan Xiu: "..."
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It was already in the afternoon, and Xiao Fenghuang was still awake.
Xiaofeng Huang just came to the world, and the Phoenix tribe naturally treats it like a baby egg. Outside the house where they live, there are the most elite soldiers of the Phoenix tribal patrol. Even in the courtyard, there are security guards ...
In general, this house is protected like an iron bucket, and even a mosquito has never wanted to fly in!
Xiaofeng Huang lay in the clouds and slept darkly.
It seems that it takes a lot of energy to break the shell, so it can sleep exceptionally. I have been sleeping for seven or eight hours and have no intention of waking up.
A breeze blew in, and the cloud next to it was trapped a bit. It seemed that someone was sitting beside it. After a while, it seemed to gently stroke the soft fur on its head—
Little Phoenix seemed to sense something in his sleep, and suddenly opened his dark eyes, he looked around subconsciously, but couldn't see anything. The quiet room was warm, and Ruinao Xiangding was not far away. A touch of fragrance--
The aroma ...
Little Phoenix's eyes rolled around, and he covered his mouth with little wings and yawned, "Come."
There was a waitress naturally waiting outside the door. He heard the call and walked in. "Little Lord, what is the order?"
Little Phoenix's wings pointed at Xiang Ding next to him: "Who put the spices in here?"
The maid waited for a moment, smelled the scent, it was a faint fragrance, like blue and musk, and it smelled great.
The maid was suffocated: "Yes-it was the maid of the incense. The little master didn't like it?"
Little Phoenix lay himself in the quilt again and said lazily, "Changing another, I can't smell this smell."
"Yes." The maid promised to go down.
Little Phoenix buried her head and slept again. The maid came in lightly, changed another spice in the incense-filled tripod, and stomped again.
Little Phoenix buried his head and slept for a while, and didn't know what was going on. It always felt peeped, as if an invisible person in the house had been staring at himself.
He slowly opened his eyes again and scanned the room again, but still found nothing abnormal.
It yawned boringly, lying on its side, lying side by side, raising a small paw to look, closed its eyes.
It was a rebirth of Nirvana, but never thought it would become a bird again--
The door knock was softly slammed, and it opened its eyes and spit out a word: "Who?"
"Master Fenghuang, holy water is ready, please take a bath." The voice of Elder Yunkong came from the door.
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The white mist is transpiration, and the water is rippling. This is a gourd-shaped deep pond.