Chapter 161: Demon Emperor’s Little Phoenix 13 (part 1 of 2)

The Little Phoenix then moved his gaze away from An Ying’s face, and gazed at the distant horizon, then spoke in quiet manner as if talking to himself: “……you’ll never be able to compensate for it.”

The skies had already darkened long before the Little Phoenix recalled the Zhao Huo decree, and become even darker in an instant. Moreover, all the wounds on the Little Phoenix’s body were concealed by his red clothes. His complexion didn’t show any abnormality, because of the abundant magic power brought by overdrawing his life force, but became even rosier and more gorgeous than before instead. Therefore, An Ying only discovered those two cuts caused by the two cyclones on the Little Phoenix’s shoulder at this moment. He immediately half-knelt in front of him and anxiously queried: “Tong Tong, you were hurt?”

An Ying didn’t expect any harm to come to the Little Phoenix.

After all, he had rushed over to witness the scene, where both the Heavenly Emperor and the Little Phoenix severely injured Mao Shu. The Heaven Emperor, Taihao, as an older generation of the great gods, has once fought side by side with the Phoenix Emperor in ancient times. He possesses irrefutable strength, and is possibly unrivaled in all Five Realms. No matter how strong Mao Shu becomes, he’ll never be able to stand a chance against the other. The Little Phoenix, as a Phoenix race naturally loved by the heavenly law, has an equally outstanding magic power. In the presence of the Heavenly Emperor’s strength there, in addition to the Heavenly troops and generals tightly surrounding the battle circle outside, the probability of Mao Shu being able to injure the Little Phoenix is truly very little.

Furthermore, the suppression and dread of the Heavenly race to the Demon race has a long history. The disputes and entanglements between the two Realms can be traced back to the distant past, when the heavens and the earth first came to be. A ghost servant of the Netherworld was incited by someone to rush over and pass on a message. An Ying was given the information that the Heavenly Emperor was going to kill Mao Shu as soon as he woke up, and was then urged to quickly head to the battlefield.

The Soaring Serpent will only become an adult after a thousand of years. Over this past thousand of years, Mao Shu was really very good to An Ying, or was very good in his pretense. For this reason, there was no way An Ying could abandon him when he is going to die from serious injuries.

The injury on Mao Shu’s chest looked all the more alarming, his eyes were also covered with a cloud grey haze. He completely depended on this belief of resurrecting Cang Yi to reach this day. So whatever the case, he was also unwilling to die before achieving this wish. He exhausted his last strength to shout once more: “An Ying, what are you still dawdling for? It’s just a drop of blood, it won’t bring any harm!”

A drop of blood was really nothing to the Little Phoenix. But his doesn’t even have a heart, so where would this heart’s blood come from? But the Little Phoenix didn’t want to give any unnecessary explanations or say anymore nonsense, nor did he also have the strength to say any superfluous words. He merely gave a dull and weary laugh, and said to An Ying: “……um, it really won’t bring any harm. Come and get it if you want.”

The voice was very soft and low, as if the tip of his tongue was interlaced with tenderness, leisurely tempting. It’s just that his smile completely lacked any trace of sentiment, resentment, bitterness, nor injury, it naturally lacked any feeling of nostalgia as well. The pair of eyes were even cold, and lacked the warmth that would be faintly revealed when he looks at An Ying.

But this smile stripped of all emotions was still astonishingly beautiful, and was equally dazzling and limpid, like both of summer and winter.

An Ying suddenly felt an intense pain in his heart. He abruptly closed his eyes, and even wanted to cover the eyes of the Little Phoenix looking at him. He subconsciously uttered in a low voice: “Tong Tong……”

What of his foster father? What of his biological father? An Ying inexplicably no longer cared about any of these. He just wanted to hug the youth before him, and not let him show this kind of expression that makes his heart very painful. An Ying immediately held the Little Phoenix’s hand, then said with both an eager and chaotic word order: “Tong Tong, if you don’t want to, then don’t. There will always be other ways to heal it, I…..”

“An Ying.”

But the Little Phoenix cut him off, took his hand out of the other’s grasp, and stood up, “You and I are master and servant as well, and will be parting ways today. As a master, I ought to give you something as a parting gift.”

He deliberately placed great emphasis on the words ‘master and servant’, as if their relationship was really that of a master and servant, and the words they said to each other before of matters about like, couple, and being together forever, were all stories of other people. The hand holding, embraces, feelings of jealousy and kisses never happened as well. His left index finger then turned into a bird’s claw. The claw as sharp as a knife pointed to his chest without hesitation, and drew out a drop of bright red blood.

The action of the Little Phoenix pulling his hand was very sudden, the act of taking out blood was even more direct and efficient. An Ying still remained in his half-kneeling posture and didn’t have the time to get up, as he dazedly watched that smooth and round orb of blood appeared right before him.

“It’s just a pity that I’m injured. The healing efficacy of this drop of heart’s blood will probably be greatly reduced. It may as well be as useful as the blood on the wrist.” The Little Phoenix said and raised his hand to move his sleeves at the same time, then stroked the wrist he had bitten earlier to break the formation, “.…..so I’m afraid that your foster father won’t be able to have a complete recovery, and can only hang on his life at best.”

Without a heart, there naturally wouldn’t be any heart’s blood either. This drop of blood taken out by the Little Phoenix under his gaze would indeed, may as well be as effective as the blood on the wrist. Moreover, since the wound on his wrist had yet to naturally recover, he can take out the wrist’s blood on the spot. But he insisted on actively give out the ‘heart’s blood’ to the other party, in accordance to the other party’s word.