"I am willing to exchange my phoenix bones for your physical reunion; I am willing to exchange my phoenix feathers for you to live together in heaven and earth; I am willing to exchange my phoenix blood for your spiritual consciousness to return; I am willing to die for my hatred and never return."
She stood quietly in the fire of Nirvana, with an Inga on her hand. Feng Ling, when I peel off this phoenix feather, I will never be reborn again. From now on, we will finally owe each other nothing. I only hope that you and Yu Ran will know each other and stay together, loving each other.
His consciousness gradually blurred, and the pain that burned his soul seemed less unbearable. Deep in his mind, there was a crisp cracking sound. I think the phoenix feather has been stripped off. But she suddenly remembered that when she was going through a tribulation in the human world, the young emperor pressed his forehead against hers, with a gentle voice and shining eyes: "Qing Mo, I will marry you to be my wife." Suddenly another scene flashed, Wulan Palace seemed to have endless white jade steps. On the ladder, Feng Ling was sitting on the jade railing with a pot of whirling wine in her arms. Her dark hair mixed with her white robe exuded a sense of loneliness and coldness. Her drunken eyes looked into hers with a smile and helplessness, and she said in an almost inaudible voice: "Huang Yuan, I hope this is not true."
Abandoning the dreams of a lifetime, trampling on the moonlight all over the ground; I can't see through the little bits of Xuanji, and I can't keep such a time.
The clear night is long, there is no need to share the moonlight with me.
"Feng Ling, I have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and have been with you for hundreds of thousands of years. Now, these days are over. There will no longer be a silly phoenix, holding a glass lamp, standing in front of the gate of Wulan Palace, lighting a light for you to go home."
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