klisemfg Chapter 521 Chapter 69 Extra 1
Chapter 521 Chapter 69 Extra 1
Jiuyao struggled to break free from the bird's claws, but Feng Ji'an held him tightly.
The moment he was thrown down, Jiuyao reverted to his original form.
Its wings are adorned with fiery patterns and orange-red accents, making it extremely beautiful.
Sharp fangs bared, and a pair of tiger eyes stared intently at the figure circling overhead.
May you be well!
Dead bald chicken!
With a sharp glint in its pale golden eyes, Jiu Yao leaped into the air with a powerful push from its hind legs, its black wings ablaze as it charged toward Feng Ji'an.
Its fangs were ferocious, as if it wanted to bite off the fire phoenix's neck.
Feng Ji'an did not dodge, but instead took the initiative to transform into human form and opened his arms towards Jiu Yao.
He stood in mid-air, smiling as he looked at Jiuyao, his voice gentle.
"Little Nine."
Jiuyao's eyes hardened.
Is Xiao Jiu someone who can make noise like a bald chicken?
Do you have a key?
How many do you have?
If he wants to die so badly, then let him have his wish!
With its fangs bared, Jiuyao lunged forward with its tiger claws outstretched, its black wings flapping to create a fierce gale, as if it wanted to tear the person in front of it to shreds.
Feng Ji'an offered no resistance whatsoever.
He was still smiling.
She even spread her arms a little wider.
He closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, letting the gale rip through his body, tearing his clothes to shreds. Bright red blood streamed down his pale face, making Feng Ji'an look even more disheveled and pitiful.
Jiuyao was even more furious.
What is this doing?
Atonement?
Or should we pity him?
Did he think that this would make him forgive him?
Is it not enough that you fooled yourself once? Do you want to fool yourself a second time?
I want to die at his hands.
He is dreaming!
The pair of sharp claws stopped just inches from his neck, and Jiu Yao transformed back into human form.
A pair of pale gold eyes stared at the person in front of her without a trace of warmth.
Feng Ji'an opened her eyes and looked at the person so close to her, the smile on her lips widening.
He knew he had made the right bet.
Xiao Jiu ultimately couldn't bring herself to kill him.
Perhaps madness was in his genes from birth.
Looking at the boy's cold yet murderous expression, Feng Ji'an lowered his eyes.
The next instant, a long arm stretched out and pulled the person directly into his arms.
He sighed contentedly and nuzzled his head against the boy's neck.
His body trembled, and even the last syllable of his mouth trembled, as if he were terrified to the extreme.
"Little Nine."
Xiao Jiu was stunned for a moment, then became angry. She grabbed Feng Ji'an's shoulder with her sharp claws and shoved him away.
He took a step back, coldly looking at Feng Ji'an, glancing at his own shoulder with a hint of disdain.
The voice was cold.
"Young Master Feng, we're not close, you have no right to call me that! If you dare to lay a hand on me again, don't blame me for cutting off your head and using it as a football."
As he spoke, Jiuyao took out a handkerchief and, as if deliberately retaliating, wiped his fingers clean one by one in front of Feng Ji'an.
The action was clearly disgusted; the fingers were rubbed raw until they were red, as if the person was wiping away something unclean.
Feng Ji'an looked down, staring blankly at her pierced shoulder. She looked up at Jiu Yao, her lips trembling as she tried to explain, but was frozen in place by his disgusted gaze.
not like this……
Xiao Jiu...
His hand trembled as he tried to grab Jiu Yao's sleeve, but the boy dodged him.
He glared at Feng Ji'an, a look of disgust that was enough to make Feng Ji'an feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
Seeing Feng Ji'an's swaying figure, Jiu Yao felt a pang of guilt, but quickly suppressed the strange feeling. Every word he spoke pierced Feng Ji'an's heart.
"If Young Master Feng has nowhere to vent his anger, don't come to my Shangqing Realm!"
Feng Ji'an wanted to say something more, but a sharp pain suddenly shot through his head.
Looking down at Feng Ji'an from his high vantage point, Jiu Yao's swaying figure caused Feng Ji'an to frown imperceptibly.
But Chen Juan is always good at playing the victim.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Feng Ji'an is also a habitual liar.
Thinking about how long he had waited for Feng Ji'an, Jiu Yao felt incredibly foolish.
He had already lost patience with the person in front of him and was about to kick him out.
"If Young Master Feng has nothing else to do, please leave on your own..."
Before he could finish speaking, the pale-faced man collapsed to the ground.
Jiuyao's expression changed, and his actions were faster than his words. He transformed into his original form and swooped down to catch the person.
By the time he realized what was happening, Feng Ji'an was already lying on his back.
Gan!
Why did you move so fast? Feng Ji'an is a phoenix; she won't die from a fall.
Jiuyao sighed softly.
Looking at the old wounds on Feng Ji'an's body, large and small, covering his entire body, it was as if he had been abused.
Spiritual energy is disordered, and blood flow is reversed.
There are a lot of internal and external injuries.
There are also signs of a break at the shoulder blade...
Jiuyao unconsciously touched the broken edge and frowned.
This place, with such a horrific wound...
It could only be a broken wing...
But Feng Ji'an is the young lord of the Phoenix Clan, the most powerful descendant of the Phoenix Clan in this generation. Who could have injured him like this?
A penetrating wound pierced through both sides of the shoulder blades, like an invisible nail piercing a butterfly's wing.
Feng Ji'an cherishes his feathers so much, who hurt him like this?
Suddenly, Jiuyao felt an urge to drag that person out and beat him up.
Seeing Feng Ji'an's half-dead state, Jiu Yao sighed.
Go ask an adult for a pill.
After all, the ferocious beast has thick hide and flesh, and he always relies on self-healing to fight.
Thinking of this, Jiuyao glanced at the person on the bed with disdain.
Too squeamish.
But before he could take a step, a hand grabbed the hem of his clothes.
They can't be pulled apart.
Damn it, this is so annoying! Why is that bald chicken pulling itself?!