Chapter 51 Phoenix Gives Birth to Twin Chicks
Shang Youqing asked coldly, "Who is it?"
"A man named Mu..."
Shang Youqing suddenly narrowed his eyes.
She said that she had clearly poured spiritual power into He Cong's Buddha amulet, so how could He Cong get into trouble so easily...
It turned out to be him.
Shang Youqing took a deep breath and left Ji's house. As soon as he got back to the car, he was distracted by the pain of the killing barrier that invaded his heart meridian and his abdominal cavity contracted violently.
Shang Youqing almost forced himself to set up the Phoenix Fire Formation and returned to Yanyuan.
Shang Youqing strictly forbade anyone from entering the center of the lake, dismissed all the servants, and used phoenix fire to seal all movements inside the center of the lake before stumbling back to the room.
She could no longer hold on and transformed back into her true form of a phoenix, falling onto the big bed. Her glittering feathers trembled as she curled up under her body. She pecked at the fluffiest and softest down feathers on her belly to make a round little nest.
She used her wings to completely protect the nest, accompanied by one blood-wrenching phoenix cry after another. Finally, the phoenix's scream resounded through the sky, and the sky was burned red by the phoenix's fire.
Shang Youqing lowered his head and licked the blood-stained tail feathers bit by bit. He shook off the feathers tremblingly and found that he had actually laid two phoenix eggs.
She clearly felt that her heart meridian was starting to self-immolate and rebirth in order to eliminate the killing obstacles, so she held the phoenix egg tightly with her two wings and used all her spiritual power to hatch the phoenix chick in her arms.
Before her heart meridian dies, she wants to hatch the phoenix egg.
After an unknown amount of time, one of the phoenix eggs nestled in his arms broke open with a "crack" sound. The eggshell fell crookedly, and a tender little furry ball slowly crawled out of the crooked eggshell, flapping its little wings.
The fluffy little head fell on Shang Youqing's belly, making a crisp "chirp" sound.
Shang Youqing lowered his head and licked the cub's fluffy feathers, but his phoenix eyes were filled with hot tears, and his feathers were becoming more and more transparent due to the flames.
Her heart veins were being overdrawn and dissipated.
Shang Youqing used up all her spiritual power but only succeeded in hatching a phoenix chick, and the remaining phoenix egg was in danger. She had to bring the phoenix egg back to Wutong Mountain safely before she was burned by the flames.
However, just as she turned back into human form and was about to leave with the hatched phoenix chicks and eggs in her arms, Shang Youqing suddenly stopped and caught a glimpse of the feather pendant hanging on the bedroom wall.
Just at this time, He Qizhou called again.
Perhaps thinking that she had not yet been to the hospital, He Qizhou called her again, obviously intending to take advantage of He Cong's coma after the car accident to regain power in the already turbulent He family.
Shang Youqing used the phoenix blood bead around his neck to protect the endangered phoenix egg, and before leaving, he did one last thing for He Cong.
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He Cong suddenly woke up in an impenetrable black fog.
He had just recovered and was sent to a heavily guarded ward. Within a few seconds of opening his eyes, he quickly recalled that he had been in a car accident.
He Cong knew clearly that if something happened to him at this critical juncture, the people from the He family would definitely find ways to cause trouble for his wife.
Although Yanyuan's defense system is tight enough, He Cong still can't feel completely at ease.
He immediately took off his oxygen mask, found his cell phone, and just as he dialed Yanyuan, he heard the panicked words of Butler Chen on the other end of the line, "Sir, something's happened to the wife..."
He Cong's ears were buzzing, and when he arrived at the house owned by He Qizhou, the fire had already engulfed the entire building.
He Cong had never seen such a big fire. He heard people around him say that the fire broke out not long after Fuying went in. He Cong nodded and rushed into the fire without saying a word.
Someone rushed over to grab him, but He Cong threw him away and yelled, "My wife is in there!"
He Cong's eyes were bloodthirsty, and the flames rising into the sky were about to swallow him whole, but he was completely unaware and wanted to go deeper into the building.
There were countless voices calling him and trying to stop him, but he could not hear any of them. He only knew that his wife was still in the fire, and he had to go and carry his wife out.
The raging flames devoured his vision. He Cong's eyes were bloodshot and he pushed away all obstacles in front of him with his bare hands.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to hear his wife telling him to hurry up.
He Cong had no intention of retreating. With red eyes and sobs, he coaxed, "Wife, don't be afraid, wait for me."
However, just as he was about to go deeper into the building, something heavy suddenly fell on his back. He Cong fell down unexpectedly with a "bang" and was carried to the hospital again on a stretcher.
When I woke up again, it was several hours later.
The fire has been put out.
The police immediately took He Qizhou and other related personnel into custody, but the building was burned down and Fu Ying... was not even found.
He Cong looked very calm. He suggested checking the surveillance cameras around the house.
"The police have already checked..."
"I'll check it myself."
He Cong checked the relevant surveillance video, which showed that half an hour before he woke up, Fuying was picked up by He Qizhou's car and taken to the mansion. Afterwards, Fuying walked into the mansion alone.
Not long after that, a sudden fire engulfed the house.
He Cong checked all the surveillance cameras that might be entering and exiting the house. Everyone stood by the bed trembling with fear, watching the head of the He family check the surveillance cameras, calmly give a few orders, get out of bed and leave.
He Cong drove to the burned house.
It can no longer be called a building there, it was burned into ruins.
In the gray sky, He Cong calmly dug and searched in the ruins, from day to night and then to dawn.
His hands were already bloody, but He Cong didn't care at all. He turned the ruins upside down but didn't find any trace.
The sky was gloomy and covered with dark clouds.
He Cong sat in the rubble, his arm still bleeding. He lowered his eyes and stared at a certain place, his face indifferent and decadent, gloomy and cold, like a ghost crawling out of hell.
Cool raindrops fell, dripping along the bloody wound on his arm.
He Cong sat motionless and quietly on the ruins. After several hours, he suddenly raised the corner of his lips with a slight smile and pulled out a pistol from the lining of his coat.
This was the first revolver his wife gave him.
He Cong closed his eyes and stroked the cold gun body with his slender fingers, while recalling the shooting steps his wife taught him. With skillful and steady movements, he pushed the bullet into the barrel and locked the bolt.
Just as he bent his knuckles slightly and pulled the trigger towards his heart.
He Cong heard the faint cry of a baby behind him.
He Cong slowly raised his bloodshot eyes.
In the heavy rain, Mrs. He got out of a car.
She came over holding a black umbrella, holding an extremely small baby in her arms. The little one was waving his pink fists clumsily in the swaddling clothes, his little face was flushed, and he was crying with his mouth puffed open.
Mrs. He's eyes were filled with tears as she showed him the little cub in her arms: "A Cong, this is... your child with Fuying."
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