In the haze, Jiang Nanzimo felt that he was flying lightly in the clouds.

Colorful rays of light passed by, like straight musical scores, and many birds with colorful wings stopped on the musical score, like jumping notes.

The more he looked ahead, the more notes appeared. He finally couldn't help it, stretched out his hand to pluck, but unexpectedly, those notes could really make a pleasant and beautiful sound, and when they were connected, it was a beautiful song "A Hundred Birds and a Phoenix".

By the time he had reached the end of the song, all the notes of the winged birds flew away, leaving the score and rushing into the air, flying in one direction.

"Where are they going?" he asked, curious.

After flying for a while, the crisp birdsong in mid-air became louder and louder. He looked far away and saw that not only the birds that had just flown up from his side, but also countless colorful birds of all kinds dressed in auspicious brilliance were also coming from all directions and gathering together.

When all the birds stopped, the huge flock of birds was like a password, and they all held a colorful feather in their mouths, and nodded to the east.

He looked in the direction they were worshipping, and saw a golden phoenix with a long colorful tail.

"Xiao Shao Jiucheng, the Phoenix Emperor is here!" he said to himself in surprise, and stared intently at the phoenix with thousands of manners, and it happened that a pair of phoenix eyes of the phoenix were also looking at him, and the eyes of the water spirit were full of affection.

"Feng'er—" He knew that it was her, and shouted excitedly, his whole heart trembled, and he couldn't care that he was in the air, and he was about to pounce on her, but he never expected that his flying power suddenly disappeared at this moment, and he screamed "Ah", lost his balance, and plunged from the clouds to the ground like a stone......

"Feng'er!"

In the rapid fall, he hoped to be rescued by her, but this cry tore himself out of the beautiful and vague dream—he finally failed to touch the beloved who appeared in the dream.

With deep regret, he gradually regained his consciousness, but for a while he could not find his memory.

He struggled to open his eyes, but he felt sore, as if he had just traveled thousands of miles.

"I ...... Where is this?" he thought, his mind paused for a moment, and what had happened before he fell asleep came back like a tidal wave.

He didn't dare to open his eyes, instinctively probing with his senses first, and felt that the softness under him was no longer the hardness and coldness of the brownstone floor in prison.

He couldn't smell the pungent smell of blood anymore, but instead there was a faint floral scent. He struggled to move his body, and his body seemed to be covered with a layer of something as soft as silk, which was extremely light, but it made his whole body warm.

"I ...... Am I finally dead, and now I'm in another world?" he rejoiced, but the joy only lasted for a second, and was replaced by infinite sentimentality.

He was about to open his eyes, but before his eyelids opened, tears slipped down the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly, the wound on his leg that had been bitten by the demon dragon hurt again, and he was shocked, "Am I not dead?

When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was lying on a large, comfortable couch, surrounded by a light silk gauze tent embroidered with pale white pear blossoms. Looking sideways at the pillow, there is also a reassuring sachet embroidered with a pear blossom pattern.

Through the tent, he can vaguely discern the scene in the room, next to the window, is the Luohan couch covered with brocade mats, there seems to be a small bone china vase on the kang table, a few pear blossoms in full bloom are obliquely inserted in the vase, illuminated by the sunlight outside the window, very pure and immaculate.

"I ...... Am I not locked up in Elder Nanfeng's private prison?" Jiang Nanjun's heart beat wildly, barely half propped up, and he opened the curtain to get out of bed.

However, although the person woke up, his body did not recover at all, his feet were as weak as stepping on clouds, and as soon as he touched the ground, his legs became weak, and his body could not be controlled, and he rolled down and fell heavily to the ground.

"What does this smell like?" he shuddered, and his whole body tensed, for as he fell to the ground, he smelled another fragrance besides the fragrance of pear blossoms. The scent was so familiar to him, he had been smelling it for a hundred years, and as soon as it got into his nose, it made his blood swell, and he was instantly hungry and thirsty from his tongue to his stomach.

He couldn't wait to stand up, but he was really weak, so he simply crawled desperately towards the couch with his hands, and then climbed onto the edge of the bed to look up, and sure enough, he saw a large bowl of red soup with residual warmth on the side of the bone china vase.

"It's not human blood, it's the blood of hawksbill bats!" he muttered, knowing it at a sniff. (To be continued.) )