Destiny Against the Phoenix: The tomboy pulls the sky

Chapter 670 Six

Trembling all over, Acacia froze suddenly.

"Holy Master?" Duanmu Linghei was taken aback, looking at Heifeng's palm in surprise.

"Linger, Linger..." Suddenly regaining consciousness, Acacia bounced up fiercely, quickly snatched the lotus platform from Heifeng's hand, and touched the calyx.

With a faint orange light, the lotus platform grew to half a person's height.

"I'm here, sister." Lying on the tip of the petals, the soul boy winked at the person.

Ling Hei looked at the child in the petals, his eyes widened.

Linger, finally woke up!

With a surge of heart, the sour taste turned into sea waves, covering the whole body, the eye sockets of lovesickness suddenly became hot, and a layer of crystal light appeared in the slightly drunk eyes.

"Sister, sister." The soul boy's eyes flashed, and he softly called out to the bewildered people.

"Linger, my dear Linger." Putting the lotus flower platform on the seat and bending down, Xiangsi took the little child out of the petals and hugged her tightly in her arms.

The spring's eye was hurt and he slept for more than a year.

Every time she saw that little face, her heart ached once, and every time she visited, she felt sad again. She always hoped that the next time she went there, the child would suddenly wake up, open her bright eyes, and greet her with a smile.

Hoped once, disappointed once, expected countless times, lost countless times, in the back and forth of disappointment and hope, she hugged the horoscope, and the guess hidden in her heart finally became a reality.

She finally understood that the encounter on the purple bamboo outside Bitian City was him, looking for her and waiting for her.

However, in her heart, that child was not that day or that place, but the little brother she picked up, just her beloved little brother.

Meet by fate, no matter what is not the reason.

Accompanied by bitterness, I only hope that this heart will not regret it.

She only hopes that she can still see that pure and innocent smiling face at the last moment, and then listen to the call that can wash away the dirt in the soul.

Now, she finally heard it, heard the clear calling.

Hugging the little person, the lovesickness suppressed the sourness in my heart, and the condensed water vapor condensed into beads little by little, sliding down my cheeks with warmth.

Duanmu Linghei was stunned.

The people on the main pedestal were also momentarily stunned.

Heifeng hurriedly shifted the half-person-high lotus platform and put it near the back of the seat.

"Sister, don't cry." The soul boy shuddered, stretched out his small hand, and stroked the tearful eyes: "I like the way my sister smiles, crying is also beautiful, but it's not as good as smiling."

"I didn't cry... My eye sockets became hot, and the tears of lovesickness flowed even more fiercely: "I am happy, my Linger finally woke up, and my sister is happy. "

"Sister, it's raining, you have to help me change into another clothes." Unable to wipe away tears, Lingtong raised his little hands, pouted his lips, and twisted his eyebrows.

"It doesn't rain if I don't." Heartbroken, Xiangsi wiped her face, wiped away the tears, sat down happily, and put a small ball on her lap.

"Sister, the skirt is more beautiful than the armor." Blinking his big watery eyes, Lingtong stared at the flat chest.

"Well, my sister will wear whatever Linger likes." Breathing for a while, Xiangsi pointed her finger straight, and simultaneously touched the armor and the concealing ring.

The pure white and red colors are lit up, the boots are covered by the graceful skirt, the colorful cloak is on the feather satin, and the long belt is flying in the air.

The exquisite pattern on the forehead is reproduced, and Longlong's graceful body is charming.

"It's more like this, she's a real sister." Her dark eyes lit up, and she grabbed the red ribbon with her two little hands to play with. Her tone of voice, her scrutinizing eyes, and her evaluation of pork with the aunt who bought meat same.

"Naughty." The phoenix rolled its eyes and cursed with a smile. Xiangsi lowered her head and gnawed down on a face.

"Hmm." The little guy was taken aback and stared.

Lovesickness doesn't matter, he gnawed on the small face, gnawed on the small forehead, gnawed on the small chin, small nose and big eyes, left a trail of saliva, and then gnawed on the bright red lips.

The big eyes bulged, the little body of the soul boy shuddered, and the two small palms moved wildly, tightly grasping the two water sleeves of the feather armor.

Soft lips, very tender and fragrant, Acacia gnawed with joy.

"Hiss..." The eyes cast on the high platform froze, the light in the eyes trembled wildly, and there were bursts of gasps.

Bai Bing and Qifenghuang are not surprised, they don't move their eyes.

Xiao Qifenghuang and Duanmu Linghei stared blankly, their bodies were like logs.

When he gnawed the little guy until he was almost paralyzed, Xiangsi finally kindly let him go, raised his head contentedly, his eyebrows and eyes were flying, and his expression was also shining.

The spirit boy gasped for breath, his eyes were watery, and he was a little bit confused.

That gnawing made the little guy dizzy.

"Ling'er, how's your injury?" With a sigh of relief, Xiangsi leaned back, leaning back against the back of the seat, and finally dissipated a bit of the laziness after drunkenness.

"It's better... the soul boy winked coquettishly: "With the help of the power of the horoscope, take a breath, and will continue to sleep for a while. "

Still not good.

"How long will it take to wake up?" With a slight sigh in my heart, the sourness seeped up again, Xiangsi lightly 'touched' her slippery little face, with deep eyes.

"Maybe it can last for an hour or two." Rubbing the soft and fragrant little palm, the soul boy pouted: "Sister, I want to watch the Phoenix Dance."

Is it only an hour or two?

It was so short.

"Okay." Pain flashed across his heart, Xiangsi couldn't bear the disappointment in those eyes, and nodded hurriedly.

"Patriarch, let the clansmen start dancing." Bai Bing quietly bumped Duanmu Linghei who was standing there with his elbow.

"Okay, let's start right away." After a jolt, Duanmu Linghei suddenly came to his senses, and turned his eyes to the chief seat quickly: "Holy Lord, do you appreciate the solo dance or the group dance first?"

"Ling Hei, it's up to you to decide." He lowered his eyes, glanced at the little child, and seeing that there was no abnormal expression, Acacia raised his head, smiled and 'groaned'.

"Yes." After Duanmu Linghei responded, he turned his face downward and let out a long whistle.

Sigh..., a clear response sounded from the audience.

Suddenly, a group of phoenixes who were dancing in front of the main stage turned their heads and flew down the stage.

At the same time, above the ground, a group of phoenixes with almost the same body length and size spread their wings and took off from the left.

A group of phoenixes performing the dance, no more, no less, exactly a hundred, all male phoenixes.

As soon as they reached the main stage, the shape of a hundred male phoenixes changed and they were divided into four rows. With a clear whistle, only their bodies moved suddenly and began to dance lightly.

Dance from the ground first, the shuttle figure has a light body, moves with ease, with graceful and natural steps, and smooth movements.

After that, it left the ground a little bit, and flew up and down, like floating clouds.

The flying dragon and the phoenix dance describe the beauty of a prosperous age. When a phoenix really dances, the beauty and feeling are beyond description.

Acacia felt shocked.

The soul boy leaned against Acacia, his big eyes sparkling.

The beautiful phoenix birds are dancing more and more beautifully. Their tail feathers spread out like a hundred flowers blooming. Every turn and turn is dazzlingly beautiful.

While dancing, all the phoenixes sang softly in their mouths, with a continuous voice and long rhyme, that is, there is a sense of lingering, and there is also a low-pitched whisper.

When each phoenix looks back, its eyes show tenderness and affection, earnestly admiring, staring at each other, like two lovers looking at each other, blinking, like lovers looking at each other with eyebrows curled up.

The affection is endless, the voice is earnest, and all kinds of languages ​​and thoughts are all in Ana's graceful dancing posture and phoenix shadow, in the call of looking back and singing.

Looking at it, Xiangsi suddenly narrowed her phoenix eyes.

Before, she didn't take a closer look, but only looked at the dancing postures. When she looked more closely, she suddenly found that the formation of the group of phoenixes was changing. It is a phoenix character.

That dance is not an ordinary dance, it is Baifengchaohuangwu, also known as Fengqiuhuang.

Xiangsi understood the meaning of that dance, and understood the semantics of that Qing Yin and shallow singing.

Shocked, only the word "shocked" can describe the "tide" in my heart.

Watching silently, Xiangsi groaned secretly, then moved to the table with the soul boy in her arms, and picked up the plain fruit prepared by Bai Bing with a fork.

After the soul boy saw it, when she took it back, he leaned over to hold it in his mouth without saying a word.

With a low eyebrow and a smile, Xiangsi changed to another one again, and it was automatically sent to the soul boy's lips, but the latter caught it bluntly, and Xiangsi picked another one again.

Back and forth, after the soul boy tasted all the fruits, he finally stopped grabbing them.

Acacia chews with a fork by herself.

Unknowingly, Feng Chaohuang stopped lightly, and hundreds of phoenixes stood in line, bowing their heads and saluting.

"Holy Master, are you satisfied?" Duanmu Linghei lowered his body slightly.

"The dance is beautiful." Xiangsi pretended not to know the deep meaning, but she deliberately ignored the meaning of the voice.

"What the Holy Master said is very true." Duanmu Linghei was stunned for a moment, helplessly agreeing, straightened up, and gave a clear whistle, signaling to change the scene.

Hundreds of phoenixes stared at their phoenix eyes, and sadly left the stage from the right. At the same time, a group of new phoenixes appeared on the stage, but after a while, the singing of Phoenix Xiaohuang came again.

"Sister, I want to drink." After appreciating for a while, Lingtong gently tugged on the water sleeve, raised his face, and showed a look of expectation.

"Well, don't get drunk." Thinking about it, Xiangsi knew that the water in Baihua wine was very strong, so she didn't object, filled a cup and handed it gently.

The spirit boy took a sip of the drink, and when he couldn't drink, he took Acacia's hand with his two little paws, raised the cup high, and drank the rest.

"Delicious, I want more." Satisfied, the spirit boy's eyes brightened.

Acacia poured another cup and handed it over again.

The soul boy watches the dance with his eyes, drinks with his mouth, and enjoys himself.

Before I knew it, the second dance was over.

After Duanmu Linghei's questioning, he switched to a second performance; after that, he took turns dancing all the way, either dancing solo or in a group, and Xiangsi always gave that faint evaluation every time.

The soul boy was addicted, drinking faster and faster, after enjoying more than ten dances in a row, he had already drank nearly a hundred cups, his little face was flushed like two ripe little apples.

After the hundredth cup, Xiangsi put down the cup and stopped pouring wine for him.

"Sister, I still want to drink." Seeing that, the soul boy got up by himself and leaned over to find the wine by himself.

The little drunk.

Acacia rolled her eyes speechlessly.

He didn't feel drunk when he heard the voice, so he had to pour another cup, but before she could serve the wine, the soul boy stretched out his little paw and hugged the cup.

After taking a small sip, the soul boy turned around, blinked his big beautiful eyes, and brought the cup to Xiangsi's mouth with a smile, with a crisp voice: "Sister, drink."

I'm dizzy!

This guy wants to drink alcohol?

Xiangsi stared, a little silly.

it is good!

Duanmu Linghei smiled secretly, feeling that the little baby was pleasing to the eye.

Ling Kong and the others looked at each other with scorching eyes.

The soul boy seemed to see through all his thoughts, lifted the glass, and the wine stained his red lips.

"Ling'er, just this one. My sister just drank a lot, and she will pass out again." Feeling distressed in her heart, Xiangsi raised her head and swallowed helplessly.

"Seven lamps." The soul boy's bright eyes flashed with an irresistible persistence.

Really want to get her drunk?