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Chapter 77: A Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix

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    By the time we arrived at Shangjing, the imperial city, it was already night after seven days.

    After we entered the city in the dark, we settled in the most comfortable inn in Shangjing and ordered the most expensive dishes.

    but

    I squinted at the delicacies on the table beside me, arched my back and couldn't stop vomiting.

    "Ouch~ Take it away!"

    After hearing this, the shopkeeper who had just finished serving the dishes took away the dishes on the table one by one in panic. Before leaving, he took a special look at Feng Qinghan, fearing that he would blame him.

    It's just obvious that Feng Qinghan didn't care about the shopkeeper's questioning eyes, he patted me on the back and said, "What's wrong with you, why are you vomiting again?"

    I shook my head, only feeling dizzy, and I felt like vomiting when I smelled it.

    After a while, I took a sip of plain water, looked out the window at the dark night, turned my head and said to Feng Qinghan: "We have been driving for a few days and haven't had a good meal, so I'll go back to rest first, and you serve the food again"

    "What about you? Would you like some light side dishes from the shopkeeper, so you can eat a little?"

    I shook my head, got up and replied: "Forget it, I can't eat it now, let's eat it tomorrow morning."

    Feng Qinghan was not trying to force it, he just got up silently and took me back to the room to rest.

    After he left, I lay on my side on the bed and took off the bracelet on my wrist.

    The green line in the bracelet at this time is greener than it was seven days ago.

    Recalling that these days, I secretly experimented with trees and weeds, and found that this bracelet can really absorb a little spiritual energy.

    In the next step, I want to try whether other things can also be inhaled into the bracelet to become aura, but what can I try?

    I looked around and saw that these furniture items were already dead, so there was no aura at all.

    At this time, I saw a hanging picture.

    The color of this hanging painting is old. Although it is not known whether it is true or not, it must be very old.

    I got up from the bed and walked towards it slowly. When I got closer, I could see it clearly.

    The painting above is a bird that has never been seen before, surrounded by various bird species.

    "A Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix"

    Signed It turned out to be a hundred years ago.

    "The owner of this inn really has a unique interest, and he actually hangs up this extinct monster clan"

    Watching boredly, the more I watched, the more flustered I felt.

    why?

    Because I actually feel that the phoenix painted in the picture is very similar to my soul, except that it does not have its slender and delicate tail, it is really similar.

    "Could it be that our pheasants are distantly related to Phoenix?!"

    I want to laugh a little in my heart, if it is true, then I must publicize it well, and destroy those monsters who laugh at me.

    Who made them always say that the pheasant soul is inferior, relying on the aura of heaven and earth, the time of practice can barely take shape.

    I stretched out my hand to caress the tail of that phoenix, feeling a little envious.

    This is the legendary Phoenix, so beautiful

    If I also grow a few tails, can the fake ones be confused with the real ones, and become that noble fake phoenix.

    The next moment, I sighed slightly, put down my hands, and thought: Forget it, even if my tail is full of feathers and looks like this, the result will still be different.

    I turned my head and looked out of the window. The moon had been hanging high for a long time, and the moonlight was cast on the exquisite eaves, so quiet.

    "It would be great if I could stay in Wanyao Village safely."

    In the dead of night, it is easy to worry.

    The next morning, after I got up, I didn't see Feng Qinghan. It was noon until I saw Uncle Feng in a navy blue robe, supported by a group of guards, slowly going upstairs.

    "Yo, Master Feng is back"

    Feng Qinghan knocked on my head and said: "Ghost spirit"

    I touched my head and said, "When can I see Lan Ling?"

    "Now" (remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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