phoenix maiden

Chapter 1747
The sad days passed quickly day by day, and tomorrow was the day of Di Huayang's burial.

In the middle of the night, Feng Jiushang stunned Fairy Luoxia, yes, she was stunned by medicine powder, and laid her flat on the sleeping mat, covering her with a quilt.

If Fairy Luoxia doesn't rest for another night, she will not be able to hold on tomorrow.

Feng Jiushang lit the wood incense, planted it in the incense burner, and the incense ash dripped down. She stared at it for a long time and sighed softly.

She walked slowly to the jade coffin, took out the sachet that was close to her body, and held it in her palm.

The sachet is moon white, with a goose yellow crescent moon and a silent purple celestial tree, embroidered with light golden silk thread——Ayang, I love you!
"Ayang, you promised me a perfect and worry-free love, you promised me that I will never leave, you broke your promise, you wait, I will settle accounts with you!"

After sighing, Feng Jiushang pushed open the coffin lid, and put the sachet on the stretched dragon robe at the position corresponding to his chest.

Then, a wisp of wind-attribute vitality gushed out from her fingertips, turned into a wind scythe, cut off a strand of hair, tied it with a light golden ribbon, and placed it on the side of the golden crown in the jade coffin.

He took out another long snow-colored dress, and spread it out next to the dragon robe, as if she was lying side by side with Di Huayang.

Lovesickness struck, and couldn't help it, Feng Jiushang shed a few tears into the jade coffin, and sighed softly.

"Ayang, I will miss you, and I will go to your reincarnation when I'm done. Be good, be obedient, okay, wait for me!"

Gently and gently covered the coffin lid, Feng Jiushang caressed the jade coffin, closed his eyes, in silent mourning, the great grief was silent, the most painful moment is silence...

When the sky was just dawning, Feng Jiushang heard a commotion and a familiar low voice, which was Yuxue's voice.

"Fenghua, come out!"

Feng Jiushang patted the jade coffin, and with a teleportation, he left the mourning hall, looking at the meteor snow floating in mid-air, with a half-smile.

"Meteor Snow, are you okay?"

At this time, the members of the Dragon Clan also recognized that the one who broke into the Dragon Clan early in the morning to make trouble was Yuxue, the witch Yuxue who had always admired their emperor.

Ridiculous comments arose, talking about Yuxue's brazenness...

Meteor Snow in mid-air obviously didn't want to stay for a long time, she forced a smile, full of flattery.

"Fenghua, Di Huayang has fallen, and there are many outstanding men around you. Give me his dragon corpse, and I can exchange it with you for nine thousand-year-old spirit grass!"

Feng Jiushang chuckled, "Yuexue, I heard that you have been secretly in love with my husband for a long time, so if you are buried with me, my husband will definitely be satisfied!"

As he said that, Feng Jiushang unceremoniously expelled the powerful metallic vitality, full of the fighting power of metallic emblems...

Feng Jiushang's movements were too fast, Yuxue couldn't dodge in time, and was hit on the chest, a mouthful of blood rushed up, and she swallowed it forcefully.

The pale-faced Yuxue glanced at Feng Jiushang resentfully, threw out a bag of poison powder, and died suddenly...

Feng Jiushang waved a ball of dark yellow vitality, wrapped the poison powder in rolls, and drove them into the ground.

Of course, what the onlookers saw was not the truth, the truth is that Yuxue died, and Yuxue just now was pretended by Feng Jiushang's natal avatar...

Feng Jiushang had already sensed that there was an unknown strong man around the Dragon Clan, so she guessed it was a member of the Demon Clan.

So, she came up with a plan, and used her first natal avatar to pretend to be Yuxue. She wanted to go deep into the Demon Realm and avenge Di Huayang...

(End of this chapter)