Completed!!!
A short-tempered bandit princess consort who starts a fight at the drop of a hat VS a domineering, dark, overprotective王爷.
1V1 hilarious sweet宠.
Undercover agent: You...
As Ji Fengming gazed at the alluring color, his heart grew increasingly fearful and chilled.
He couldn't hear Black Owl breathing!
Not even a trace!
Ji Fengming trembled as he reached out to touch Hei Xiao's nose—there was no breath. Startled, he quickly withdrew his hand and murmured, "Impossible, I'm still alive, how could you be dead?!"
He suddenly got up from the ground again, his eyes bloodshot, and waved to drive away the little elves. He placed his finger on the black owl's carotid artery, but there was still no movement.
"Cough, cough!"
In his panic, Ji Fengming coughed, which aggravated his internal injuries, causing him to cough up a few drops of blood.
But he didn't bother wiping it off, and stubbornly bent down to press his ear against Black Owl's chest.
But there was also silence there.
Black Owl is really dead.
"Cough cough cough..." Ji Fengming coughed repeatedly, and a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, staining and soaking the black owl's clothes.
His vision and thoughts gradually blurred, and the last bit of strength in his body was drained by the realization that "Black Owl is dead," leaving him unable to get up.
"Fine, we agreed to die together anyway. Don't go too fast, don't think I'm untrustworthy, don't rush to be reincarnated and steal my elder brother's position." Ji Fengming's phoenix eyes were bloodshot. When they closed, a crystal tear slid down from the corner of his eye, mingling with the blood and soaking into the black owl's clothes.
The little green sprites smelled the blood and began to stir, enveloping both Ji Fengming and Hei Xiao.
Just as Ji Fengming closed his eyelids completely, they seemed to be startled by something, and with a "whoosh," they all rose up and scattered, forming a huge green halo above the white boulder.
On the chest of the Black Owl, where the blood and tears of Ji Fengming had soaked, a dazzling light suddenly burst forth—an icy emblem.
The emblem hovered over the gleaming white boulder, beside Black Owl and Ji Fengming. Inside the emblem, a person who looked remarkably like Black Owl stood silently.
He silently watched the two people on the boulder, his gaze sweeping over the black owl and landing on Ji Fengming's face, marked with red marks and blood at the corner of his mouth. His cold eyes softened, and the corners of his unusually resolute lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible gentle curve.
"So the reason I left this emblem back then was for this day," the man said calmly, his voice extremely cold, as if it had been frozen a hundred times in a glacier before it came out.
He casually made a hand gesture, and specks of light gathered from all around him into his hand. The little green sprites, including the emblem surrounding him, were attracted and pulled, gradually turning into points of light, and finally converging into a small ball of light in his hand.
Inside the small sphere of light, there was also a tiny figure, just like him, sitting cross-legged, surrounded by countless flickering fragments of memory.
He sent the small ball of light to the black owl's forehead, pressed it in, and his body gradually became transparent.
Finally, he transformed into specks of spiritual light, all of which entered Ji Fengming's body.
The black owl, which had been lifeless, twitched its eyelashes and opened its pair of eerily beautiful peach blossom eyes. It looked at Ji Fengming, who was lying on its chest, and remained motionless and silent for a long time.
That kid certainly knows how to find a place to sleep; he practically used him as a human cushion. But it's a miracle they both survived falling from such a height.
Perhaps it was because they had gone through thick and thin together, but Hei Xiao clearly felt a growing affection for Ji Fengming. He couldn't quite describe the feeling, but he was willing to indulge him like a younger brother.
Even when she was unconscious and he heartlessly used her as a human cushion, she didn't feel angry at all.
On the contrary, he felt that if he weren't like this, he wouldn't be Ji Fengming.