Feng Yu is the last phoenix of the Feng clan.
But he became a plaything in the palm of Yuhua Immortal, the head of the Immortal Sect.
The man tortured him every day, cut his blood to water the flowers, pressed him on the bed every night and kissed him, and after kissing him, he scolded him for being mean.
"Playthings should have the consciousness of playing with things."
But Feng Yu didn't.
He endured it for three full years.
Until the day of Nirvana and rebirth,
He locked the once aloof immortal into a cage and paid it back a thousandfold in his own way.
But being imprisoned, everything changed.
The tragedy of eight hundred years ago is revealed layer by layer.
Qinghan fell, the Feng clan was exterminated...
Only then did he see the other side of Yuhua hidden under the indifference.
That unparalleled immortal will kneel in the rain and tremble, cry in front of a portrait, and shout a name in nightmares.
Feng Yu felt aches in her heart.
It should be hated to the core.
But seeing him like this, he couldn't help but get closer.
Yuhua raised her eyes with cold eyes:
"You don't have to look at me with that pitiful look."
Feng Yu slowly squatted down, looked level with him, and said softly:
"I didn't pity you."
"I just... Pity you and cherish you."
Reader comments
I would like to ask Feng Yu himself, who was reborn against the odds, what does this have to do with his master? Moreover, Feng Yu has always had memories. Bai Yueguang asked how he was resurrected. Feng Yu and Master are not the same person.
I would like to ask Feng Yu himself, who was reborn against the odds, what does this have to do with his master? Moreover, Feng Yu has always had memories. Bai Yueguang asked how he was resurrected. Feng Yu and Master are not the same person.