When Lan Yue looked closely, she saw a lonely head.

This head has black hair combed into a round bun, and under its round little eyes is a conspicuous garlic nose.

The two beards on the bottom of the nose are raised high, and there is a big mouth that is open and closed.

"Hehehehehehehe—who is coming?" The voice was sharp and harsh.

Lan Yue opened her mouth slightly, and she couldn't blame her for being stranger. It was really because this active head had exceeded her cognition.

"Let's go to Xiao Jingyao."

"Hehehehehehe—"

The head was whirling up and down with strange screams, and the round little eyes looked at Xiao Jingyao.

"This is Zhu Huohai, are you going to go there?"

Xiao Jingyao nodded when he heard this.

"Hehehehehehehe—in that case, leave the ship's money."

"What is ship money?" Although Xiao Jingyao already knew the so-called ship money, he still asked again in front of Lan Yue.

"Hehe, I want a cup of blood in your heart."

As the head was talking, a wine glass floated out of the boat in time.

Xiao Jingyao had no trace of ink, and slapped his right hand on his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood in his heart, filling a cup.

Losing a mouthful of blood in his heart, Xiao Jingyao's face, which was burned by the heat, also showed a hint of paleness.

After doing this, he was about to step onto the wooden boat, but his head summoned another wine glass.

Seeing this, Xiao Jingyao raised his eyebrows slightly, "What is this?"

He screamed in his head, smiling, "One person, one cup, two people, isn't it just two cups?"

When Lan Yue heard this, she felt a thrill. Could her head see her?

Lan Yue tentatively poked her head out of Xiao Jingyao's body, but unexpectedly, the sharp-headed eyes shot up, which obviously made Lan Yue look real.

"I'm going, is it so mysterious?" Lan Yue couldn't help but be shocked.

Xiao Jingyao's eyes flashed, and he spit out another mouthful of blood without saying a word.

"Hey—" Lan Yue didn't expect the male protagonist to be so straightforward. Didn't you ask? Where did the two people come from?

At this time, my head, which had collected two cups of blood, clicked with satisfaction, "Come on."

Xiao Jingyao stepped onto the boat. At this moment, Lan Yue could feel that all the heat was isolated, the wooden boat was suitable for the temperature and the humidity was perfect.

"Walk--"

The wooden boat turned its head and headed towards the opposite shore.

The surroundings were full of red and black magma. Even though Lan Yue was just a wisp of soul, she was still a little scared.

The more the wooden boat goes, the deeper the water is. The original wooden boat is floating on the magma, but half of it is trapped in the magma.

Lan Yueming knew that this would happen, but she was so scared that she didn't dare to go and see it.

Xiao Jingyao looked at Lan Yue who buried her head in an ostrich-like manner, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart, "I'm so brave."

The next moment, Zhu Huohai suddenly shook and surged, and the wooden boat rallied violently.

A fire wave is rising high and is about to pounce on the next moment.

Lan Yue covered her eyes and didn't dare to look again.

"Hehehehe—a blessing."

The sharp sound of the head flashed by, and Lan Yue felt a dizzy sound, and a thumping sound seemed to have fallen into reality.

Lan Yue raised her head tremblingly and saw Xiao Jingyao sitting on the ground with one leg bent, with a huge archway in front of him, with a gilded plaque hanging on it.

"Surprising Bird Palace." Lan Yue chanted softly.

What a good guy, he's really a good kid.

In the original work, there is a hidden underground palace under the sea of ​​Zhuhuo, called Zhuque Palace, which is the origin of fire.

The male protagonist is indeed here.

When Xiao Jingyao saw the familiar archway, a hint of excitement flashed through his heart.

The two mouthfuls of blood in his heart made his thin lips pale, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Jingyao walked into the archway, and the scene in front of him changed, and a huge altar appeared in front of him.

On the altar, a charming and graceful dead tree stands on it.

The reason why it is used to be charming and graceful is that although this tree is charred, its branches are intertwined and its shape is winding, like two beauties lying on their necks.

Before Xiao Jingyao could move, the seven-star rainbow sword in his body could not wait to fly out.

"Master, it is the breath of the origin of fire!"

Xiao Jingyao nodded, opened his thin lips lightly, and a hint of caution in his tone, "Xiao Liu, don't be impatient."

Even though he was extremely eager for the aura of the origin of fire, the Seven-Star Liuhong Sword flew back behind Xiao Jingyao.

The next moment, a simple but clear sound rang out in the space.

"I am Zhu Danfeng, born with the fire spirit of heaven and earth. All the beasts admire my noble body, but I am trapped by my bloodline."

"My ancestor Zhuque was born in time and soared into the sky. In order to reach the height of my ancestor, I gathered the origin of fire in the world, and created this sea of ​​fire."

"My feathers turned into sycamore trees, and my body burned fire day and night. After 3,453 years, I finally reborn on the branches of sycamore trees."

"However, although I have obtained an eternal body, I have not become my ancestor Zhuque. When I was so sad and angry, my ancestor descended from the darkness and led me to the supreme realm."

"I have reached the supreme realm and cannot bear to be abandoned here, so I have left my divine thoughts. If I meet someone who is destined to be able to withstand the pain of burning my body with fire, I can get the power of my origin. Do you want it?"

When Lan Yue heard this, his eyes lit up. It was true that the ancestors planted trees and the future generations enjoyed the cool air.

Zhu Danfeng was obsessed with creating Zhu Huohai and leaving behind the origin of fire. Unexpectedly, the male protagonist was cheaper.

"I do!"

Xiao Jingyao made a sound, walked up to the altar without hesitation and sat under the sycamore tree.

Lan Yue is now a wisp of soul, and she can't bear the burning fire. She immediately flew out and floated three feet away.

“So—very good.”

Zhu Danfeng's long voice echoed in the space. The next moment, with a "cluster" sound, a white flame ignited on the originally dry sycamore branches.

Soon, white flames ignited around Xiao Jingyao under the tree.

His black clothes instantly turned into powder. His previous injuries had not yet fully recovered, and his body was covered with interlaced scars of all sizes.

Lan Yue saw that the veins on his forehead suddenly burst out, as if they had reached the limit that their body could bear, and his whole body began to tremble violently.

However, compared with Xiao Jingyao's embarrassing and painful appearance, the branches of the sycamore trees were stretching out at this time, and the branches seemed to be alive, rushing to the east, like pear blossoms clustered in a tree.

Lan Yue looked from afar, and fine blood beads began to seep out of Xiao Jingyao's body, and the blood beads accumulated more and more, and soon he became a blood man.

Blood flowed down from him, dyeing the altar under him red. The Vermilion Bird totem carved on the altar was soaked and filled with Xiao Jingyao's blood.

Even though this was comparable to the pain of soul tearing, Xiao Jingyao still gritted his teeth and didn't even hum.

Lan Yue's originally relaxed and leisurely mentality gradually became more serious, and a touch of emotion appeared on her face.

She had entered the misunderstanding. Xiao Jingyao was clearly a living person, but she still subconsciously treated him as a person in the book without flesh and blood.

She always remembers that this is a cool book for the big male protagonist. The male protagonist's gold fingers are wide open, and it is natural and easy to get all the plug-ins.

However, now seeing that even Xiao Jingyao, as the male protagonist, had to bear the pain that ordinary people could not bear when he got these golden fingers. Lan Yuecai vaguely had a trace of enlightenment.
Chapter completed!