The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 280 Spirit

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The scarlet blood splashed into the water bit by bit, blooming a strange blood flower.

In the dark dungeon space, it was dark and damp, smelling of blood, and chains hung down from above.

Above the black as ink pool, a figure with disheveled hair was chained to its limbs, hanging in mid-air.

A man in a black cloak came in from the outside. He waved his hand in the air, and the man who was suspended in mid-air slowly came down.

It just happened to be placed on the raised platform in the center of the black pool.

"Heh, who would have thought that the little princess in the spiritual domain would end up in such a state now, tsk tsk tsk." The male and female voices were indistinguishable, with sarcasm, tsk tsk sighed.

The person on the stone platform moved, she slowly raised her head, parted her hair in front of her eyes, revealing that face without a trace of blood, looking at him coldly.

Her eyes are silver, and there are two depressions on her back, where a pair of wings originally grew, but unfortunately, her wings were forcibly gouged out by the person in front of her.

"Don't look at me like that." The man came to her and covered her eyes with his hands.

She turned her head to avoid the man's touch.

"Oh." The man sneered, firmly pinched her jaw, and raised her head, "Ling, do you think you are still the little princess of the Lingyu? Oh, your Lingyu has long since disappeared. Now You are but my prisoner."

"Look at your current appearance. You have the slightest nobility of the Spirit Race. Now you don't even have your wings. I remember that if you don't have wings, you don't belong to the Spirit Race. It's a disgrace to the Spirit Race!"

"That's right, now that the Spirit Race is gone, no one should care if you have wings, hahaha."

The man laughed wildly, full of sarcasm and insult.

However, no matter what he said, the spirit was unmoved.

It wasn't until he felt bored that he turned and left.

About half an hour after he left, Lingdu remained motionless in that movement.

Outside, in a secret room, the person who left stood in front of a water mirror, and what was reflected in the water mirror was the scene in the dungeon.

He stood in front of the water mirror for more than half an hour, but didn't see Ling make any other move, so he frowned and closed the water mirror.

In the dungeon, the feeling of peeping disappeared, she moved her body nimbly, worry faintly flashed across her eyes, she just felt that the seal she left on You'er was broken, is she still awakened?
She closed her eyes, feeling a little heavy in her heart.

In an unknown area, the wind is blowing, and the steep mountain peaks soar into the clouds. There are two figures on the edge of the cliff, one is cross-legged on the ground, and the other is looking into the distance with his hands behind his back.

"Master?" The handsome young man with profound features, was dressed in a black robe with a red belt around his waist. He was sitting cross-legged on a boulder with a piano on his lap. Looking at the back in front of him, he was a little worried. I don't know what's going on, the master who has never had any emotional ups and downs, unexpectedly has such a big emotional reaction.

"Wushang, you have been with me for more than ten years!" A hoarse voice came over.

"Master?" Although Leng Wushang was puzzled why the master asked such a question today, he still answered seriously, "The disciple has been with the master for eighteen years."

"Eighteen years!" Master suddenly sighed, "Time is really fast."

Leng Wushang nodded, isn't it fast? He was only seven years old when he left home, and now he is twenty-five. Xiao Qi is almost fifteen now, and he will be crowned in a little more than three years.

"It's been so long since you've been away from home, you should go back and have a look."

"Master, is there something wrong with the disciple?"

Master chuckled, "What are you thinking, kid? I just asked you to go back and have a look. Don't you want to go back?"

Naturally, he was thinking about going back, but, "How can I see Master in the future?" Leng Wushang frowned.

(End of this chapter)