Nine Phoenix Dynasty Phoenix Heavy Kwai Chapter

Chapter 1679 Night of Encountering the Devil [5]

"Of course I will..."

"You lied to me!" Ji Xuanshang burst into anger, "You won't hurt at all!"

"You're not me, how do you know I won't hurt!" Zhongkui shouted angrily.

She never said it, but who said she wouldn't be in pain?
Every minute and every second in the netherworld, she lived like suffering. How could others understand that kind of pain?

"Really?" Ji Xuanshang laughed coldly twice, "Since it hurts, then come with me!"

Her body was almost thrown overboard by him, and the outer robe on her body was blown to the surface of the sea by the wind, undulating like a huge butterfly.

All of a sudden, she didn't feel the pain anymore, she didn't feel any pain in her body or heart, only a kind of inexplicable blankness.

My heart seemed to be full of fog.

She looked at the top of Ji Xuanshang's head, and there was a bright moon hanging in the sky. She hadn't realized just now that the moon was so bright tonight.

She has an inexplicable fear of the moon that is too bright, just like Su Que who became irritable and turned into Tan Jiu on the night of the full moon.

Does a moon that is too round necessarily represent perfection?
The clear light of the bright moon sprinkled down from above, like shining gems, adorning Ji Xuanshang's hair and eyelashes.

The blood-red eyes reflected the clear light of the bright moon, making them even more cold and evil.

She gritted her teeth and said nothing, just waiting for everything to end.

The body hurts very much, the pain is so painful that the back is numb, and I don't feel any more.

After an unknown amount of time, she felt her body being hugged and wrapped in a piece of clothing.

She leaned on it weakly, and didn't want to move, only feeling very tired.

No matter how deep the injury was, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up, the light coming in from the window was bright, with the warmth of the sun in the light, and the floating dust was floating aimlessly one by one.

Everything is quiet, but if you listen carefully, you can still hear the rolling waves outside.

Still at sea.

Chongkui moved, and felt pain in his body, as if the bones were broken and put together again, the whole body seemed to no longer belong to him.

The scene on the deck last night came back to mind, the clothes floating in the sea like butterflies that never came back.

She looked at the curtain above her head, and subconsciously tightened the skirt with her hands. It was very strange, who put her clothes on?
The sound of someone lifting the gauze curtain, Zhong Kui didn't look at it until someone came and sat down beside her, with a hand gently placed on her forehead.

"I have a fever." With a low and gentle voice, Zhong Kui had to raise his head again, and met a pair of light red eyes.

She was taken aback for a moment, because she could clearly see tenderness and pity from the depths of his eyes.

Chongkui opened his mouth to speak, but immediately felt a burning pain in his throat.

Last night on the deck, she was tortured for such a long time, she hardly had any clothes to protect her from the cold, and she was shivering and aching in the winter snow all the time.

In the end, she didn't know how she lost consciousness, she just knew that she couldn't hold on anymore, as if her soul had been knocked away.

It was almost midnight, and it was hard not to get sick.

It's just that I didn't expect that the body of the puppet would actually have a fever.

Chongkui tilted her head, her pale face seemed to be even weaker against the intricate patterns on the pillow.

(End of this chapter)