Dragon wife and phoenix husband

Chapter 145 The Heavenly Fire Burned the Plane Tree (2)
Phoenix snorted, "The last time the bird tribe was attacked by a large number of red flame sea snakes, isn't that snake only a dragon tribe to raise it? One day in the sky and one year in the earth, counting the time, the emperor of heaven led the gods to maintain the moon palace in the moon palace a few days ago." Last chance, even if you still have time to come and make trouble for my Bird Clan?"

Song Ling's mind was moved, "Does Feng Jun mean that there are traitors in the God Realm?"

Fenghuang didn't answer, but just said to the old man Bailuo: "Elder, are any members of the Bird Clan injured?"

The old man with white radish sighed: "When the thunder strikes, some of the low-level people died immediately when they were hit, and many others were burned by the sky fire. Now my mother-in-law is bringing a group of uninjured people to heal them. .”

Fenghuang slammed the tree trunk hard, and with just one blow, his fist was immediately bleeding.Song Ling was startled, and wanted to check his injuries, but Fenghuang had already jumped onto the tree trunk.

Song Ling knew that he was guilty of not protecting his people well.At this moment, she couldn't wrap around him asking questions like before, so she had to follow behind him silently.

Passing through that big hole is the real bird world.As soon as they entered, a small body threw itself into Fenghuang's arms, crying childishly, "Uncle Jin, you're finally back."

Fenghuang patted her head, "Xiaofeng is good. Where is Grandma Yunluo, take Uncle Jin to see her quickly."

The harmonious world that Song Ling saw when he first came to the Bird Clan has undergone earth-shaking changes.The thunder scorched most of the flowers and plants, and Song Ling saw that the beautiful wings of many bird tribesmen had turned into black.Song Ling saw a black turkey limping and jumping in front of them.

"This is?"

Fenghuang's voice was somewhat heavy, "This is a peacock."

The peacock turned into a burnt turkey, but Song Ling couldn't laugh at all.Under the leadership of Phoenix, the Bird Clan has become a harmonious world that does not compete with the world. She really can't figure out that the Demon Clan will use her to be a knife.

Aunt Yunluo was helping a group of injured members of the Bird Clan. She was already sweating profusely. When she saw Phoenix, she didn't show much surprise. She just smiled and said, "It's good that Mr. Feng is back. Then there is hope."

These words made Fenghuang ache with guilt like a knife cut in his heart.Phoenix's voice was choked with sobs, "Auntie, where are those dead clansmen buried?"

Aunt Yunluo sighed: "Of course they are buried in Fenghuangpo. Although they are not from the Feng clan, they are also our people. After death, they must be buried in the most honorable place of the Bird clan."

Fenghuang nodded, and rushed to Fenghuangpo.This time, the old white radish stayed with Aunt Yunluo to heal those injured clansmen, and Song Ling went with Fenghuang.However, Fenghuang's speed was extremely fast, leaving Song Ling behind in a short while.

Fenghuangpo is generally the place where the Feng family is buried, and it is surrounded by sycamore trees.Song Ling had just seen the lush sycamore trees when he suddenly heard a long moan coming from inside. , as if even the wind was mourning.

This is the tragic song of Phoenix!

Song Ling stood outside the sycamore tree in a daze, until the phoenix chants stopped, and then she walked in slowly.

Surrounded by lush sycamore trees, colorful flowers are everywhere on Fenghuang Slope, and each flower has petals of a different color.The colorful colors are the symbol of the Phoenix family.But apart from these colorful flowers, Song Ling saw all kinds of flowers blooming on many newly raised soil slopes.

The white ones are swans, the black ones are eagles, the yellow ones are orioles, and the green ones are kingfishers, and their bodies are covered with flowers of the same color as their real wings.

Song Ling walked up to Fenghuang and said in a low voice, "Mr. Feng."

Fenghuang's gaze was fixed on those newly raised soil slopes, and he said after a long time: "Little Longer, do you think that I, Fengjun, have failed in what I have done? There are still many tribesmen who want my protection! It is because of my negligence that the bird tribe suffered such a great loss."

Ever since Song Ling got to know Fenghuang, no matter how dangerous the situation they were in, he was still talking and laughing, full of confidence, as if nothing in the world could defeat him.But now his face is so depressed, like a helpless child who made mistakes.

Song Ling held his hand, "How could Feng Jun be a failed Feng Jun? You see how well the Bird Clan is governed by Feng Jun. The people of the tribe live and work in peace and contentment. It's just that the Demon Clan is so cunning that people It's impossible to guard against! All this is the fault of the demons, not Feng Jun's fault!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the whole person was suddenly embraced by Fenghuang tightly, and she almost gritted her teeth when she heard Fenghuang say: "The bird tribe and the demon tribe do not interfere with each other, but they killed and injured my people. I swear I will settle the accounts with them properly."

Song Ling nodded and said, "Of course, if I see the little devil in the future, I must burn him with a flame bracelet and turn him into a red ass!"

Fenghuang was amused by her words, but after the light laugh, he sighed leisurely.Song Ling knew that at this moment, it was better not to say anything, just snuggling in his arms quietly, listening to the wind and smelling the fragrance of flowers, might be the best blind healing medicine in the world.

Most of the Niaozu clan members suffered from burns, so with the joint efforts of several people, their injuries have all improved.At night, Song Ling brought a bowl of ginseng soup made by Aunt Yunluo to Fenghuang.When the door was pushed open, Fenghuang was leaning on the window sill looking at the full moon outside the window in a daze.

Song Ling brought the ginseng soup over and asked curiously, "What is Feng Jun staring at the moon?"

She doesn't want Fenghuang to become a sour scholar who expresses his feelings for the moon, she still prefers the free and easy Fenghuang, no matter how many dangers there are, he can face them calmly.

Fenghuang said: "Little Long'er, do you remember the first time I took you to the platform?"

Song Ling nodded, the platform is a beautiful place no less than the Milky Way.But that memory was also a memory that made her blush. It seemed that she had molested Fenghuang there because she was drunk.

"Does Feng Jun want to go to the platform now?"

(End of this chapter)