Who is it? What a beautiful voice! It's a spiritual connection; I can't hear any other sound inside this sealed sphere except for the call of my own heart.
Oh my god, it's my child, September, is that you? Is that you calling me?
Did I hear that right? Sasha, September is still here, we have hope...
Upon hearing this shout, his heart, which had been completely still, miraculously revived and began to beat with a "thump!"
Zhuoyue slowly opened his eyes, his thin, parched lips trembling uncontrollably.
Unable to contain his excitement, Zhuoyue moved his arm, but instantly felt as if a thousand ants were gnawing at him; waves of excruciating pain shot through every capillary in his body. Zhuoyue gritted his teeth and endured it, knowing that every movement would intensify the pain.
However, Zhuoyue couldn't bear to stop. He wanted to say something, to express something, but his lips wouldn't open, and his body couldn't move. It was an oval sphere sealed on all sides, originally completely isolated from the outside world.
However, for some reason, this cry of "Dad!" was not stopped; perhaps it was the mercy of our ancestors.
"September, my September!" Zhuoyue's consciousness was awakened, and his whole body trembled. However, with each tremor, in addition to the excruciating pain in his body, the round sphere hanging in the hall would also sway with his trembling.
"Buzz..." The shaking sound wasn't loud, but it startled the firebird that was passing by the stone house.
"Huh, something's up. Wasn't it supposed to be dead before? Now it's actually..." Hearing this voice, Old Man Huo raised his head, his eyebrows furrowed, and seeing the swaying sphere, he was immediately excited. "I have to report to the King right away."
The firebird grinned maliciously, spun around, and with a flash of red light, it transformed back into a bird, flapping its wings and "whoosh!" flying out of the prison and directly towards Wenlong's palace...
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" The firebird's cry echoed fiercely as it passed over the cliff.
"Bang!" A window opened in the dark clouds, and a burst of flame rushed out, striking the feathers of the firebird.
"Ouch! Ouch!" Caught on fire, the firebird nearly fell off the cliff. It screamed all the way, flames still swirling around it.
"Bang! Bang!" It slammed against the window repeatedly, about five or six times, until the flames were extinguished, leaving only charred wings and wisps of black smoke rising from its body.
The firebird, panting and looking rather aggrieved, stood trembling at the window. "My king, I have something important to report to you."
"Hmph, you piece of trash, what good can you possibly do? The matter I asked you to inquire about last time, it's been so long, and there's still no result," a dark figure appeared quickly, standing in front of the firebird. Although his tone was calm, his fluttering sleeves were enough to express the anger in his heart. "Didn't you say you would give your life for me? Is this how you repay me?"
The situation was on the verge of erupting. If the firebird angered this plague god before it, it knew it was in a precarious position.
"Your Majesty, this is not my fault." Firebird said aggrievedly, hanging its head and not daring to look at Wenlong. "The person you asked me to investigate is no ordinary person. Even if Firebird has the greatest abilities, it is impossible for it to surpass Your Majesty. That person is Your Majesty's formidable enemy. How could I possibly find him so easily..."
Firebird's rebuttal not only saved Wenlong's face but also cleverly exonerated himself, truly befitting his title as the number one sycophant in Tongling City.
Wen Long's sleeves, no longer fluttering without wind, gradually drooped down.
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