phoenix maiden

Chapter 1793
The soup is stewed in the red clay stove, and the bitter smell is overflowing...

Di Huayang's handsome face was sickly, and he looked very weak. He narrowed his golden eyes and sighed softly.

"Shang'er, my body still doesn't feel the slightest, it's really useless!"

Feng Jiushang squatted down and massaged his various degrees with moderate strength. She tried it, and the power of the light attribute emblem pattern had no effect on Di Huayang's condition...

"Ayang, don't be discouraged, I'll be with you, well, it's time to take medicine!"

She got up, took the soup medicine from the stove, and stewed it with chicken bone soup.

Di Huayang looked at the hot air rising from the medicine bowl, and frowned slightly, "Shang'er, it's too bitter..."

Feng Jiushang smiled knowingly, picked up the medicine bowl, took a sip, and moved closer to Di Huayang's thin lips, looking at him expectantly with purple eyes.

Di Huayang opened his mouth to drink the medicine obediently, and just finished drinking the soup. Feng Jiushang held her husband's handsome face and kissed him gently for a while...

"Ayang, are you still suffering?"

Di Huayang's golden eyes flashed a joyful smile, "My Shang'er is as sweet as honey!"

The days go by day by day, in the autumn wind, watching the blue sky and swan geese flying like a formation, in the season of snow falling, watching the sunrise and sunset...

In Jing Ye, Di Huayang sighed softly, "Shang'er, you are my wife, even my sick body can't give you pleasure, are you empty?"

Feng Jiushang nestled in Di Huayang's arms, beating his chest.

"Ayang, this is only temporary. In my eyes, you are so handsome, you are so handsome that you can't close your legs..."

Di Huayang's thin lips curled up slightly, and his handsome face was stained with teasing, "Shang'er, please explain, what does it mean to be so handsome that you can't close your legs?"

Feng Jiushang lay beside his ear, whispering softly...

Di Huayang smiled lazily, "Really? Am I so handsome and powerful?"

Feng Jiushang took his big palm, "Ayang, you are very powerful, I understand it very well!"

……

As autumn went and winter went, Feng Jiushang pushed Di Huayang who was sitting in a wheelchair to watch the sunrise, and saw two more pavilions not far away.

The plaque reads, Autumn Pavilion, Winter Pavilion.

In the autumn pavilion sits Youguqiu in golden robes, and in the winter pavilion sits Duqingxue in snow-colored robes.

Feng Jiushang approached, before finishing speaking, Yougu Qiu's eyes became more interesting.

"Feng Jiushang, he is just a useless sick man, you throw him aside and choose one among us, no matter who you are, you will be sympathetic to you a hundred times, and you will be greatly sympathetic to you!"

Feng Jiushang replied lightly, "Thank you for reminding me, he is my husband, and he will never leave, and I will depend on him for life and death!"

When the words fell, the surrounding background suddenly changed, and it was already the top of the December Tower, the sky was full of stars, and the rich magic power was flowing.

December of a year, day by day, spring, summer, autumn and winter are the best times of the year.

Di Huayang was still holding Feng Jiushang's hand, interlocking his fingers, he smiled handsomely, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her clean face softly.

On a crescent-shaped jade platform, a nine-color pearl is slowly turning, the pearl light is faint.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and stepped forward, and soon, they walked to the jade platform with ease.

Di Huayang picked up the magic bead and brought it to Feng Jiushang, but the latter shook his head gently, "Ayang, I already have the power of a goddess, you can keep it!"

Di Huayang nodded, brushed his fingertips between his eyebrows, and a drop of eyebrow blood fell on the magic bead, contracting the magic bead.

From then on, Di Huayang was the owner of the magic bead, and he could use the magic power of the Eight Desolation at will.

(End of this chapter)