Lord Huo picked up a real princess

Chapter 62 You Talked
Wanwan noticed a little, and smacked her pink lips lightly, still soundly asleep.

Until the middle of the night, the air seemed to be shrouded in a suffocating black mist, bringing the despair of the people who were trapped in the swamp, making the sleeping people frown.

Wanwan opened her eyes, and her eyes quickly fell on Huo Yin.

He was curled up into a ball, his brows were wrinkled, and his teeth were clenched tightly.

There was a panting of "ho ho" in the throat.

Wanwan's face turned pale.

Huo Yin's stamina is beyond ordinary people, even a sharp arrow pierces the bone without changing his face, and he just gritted his teeth and endured nightmares on weekdays.

There has never been such a big reaction.

At this moment, Wanwan didn't care about frivolity and self-love, she threw off the quilt and ran out of bed, knelt beside Huo Yin, gently cupping his face with her palms.

"Brother, you are having a nightmare, wake up."

Normally, whenever Wanwan touched him or made a sound, Huo Yin would wake up immediately, but today there was no response.

Wanwan was anxious, her voice turned into tears.

"Brother, wake up, general, Huo Yin... ah."

With a cry of pain, the whole person fell into a warm embrace.

As if he was enduring some unspeakable pain, his body was trembling, his arms were like iron walls, and Wanwan was strangled almost to death.

"Brother, are you awake?"

Wan Wan was hugged in her arms, unable to see his face, she reached out and touched his chin, trying to touch his eyelids to make sure he was awake.

Unexpectedly, an extremely hoarse voice was heard.

"…Walk…"

Wanwan's hands trembled, and she even stopped breathing, for fear that she had heard wrong.

"…Walk."

Bai Nen's slender hands clenched tightly, grabbing the cloth on Huo Yin's shoulders, almost crying.

"elder brother."

"Brother, you can talk now, brother, wake up."

She was immersed in joy, and touched up indiscriminately, her fingertips went up her chin, and just landed on the corner of his eyes.

His fingertips were lightly swept by something.

It's eyelashes.

Wanwan said happily, "Brother, you're awake."

In the darkness, the man's face was pale, and his breathing was fast and panting.

There was a bit of indistinguishable panic in those sharp eyes.

Wan Wan looked up at him, wanting to tell him that he had just spoken, but suddenly someone grabbed his shoulders and lifted her up.

He met those eyes suddenly.

It was deep, cruel, and there was a fear that Wanwan couldn't understand.

He stared at her intently.

Wanwan's heart trembled: "Brother, what's wrong with you, what did you dream about?"

Huo Yin's gaze was like a pen, drawing every part of her face.

Confirmed, he closed his eyes.

He heaved a sigh of relief.

is a dream.

In the raging sea of ​​flames that could not be seen, he had no way to escape, and he was dying.

But when he was dying, a voice appeared beside him.

With fear, despair, call his name.

In that dead land with nowhere to go, almost subconsciously, Huo Yin hugged him into his arms.

"Brother, your voice was not destroyed by Chen Guo's thieves, you just spoke."

Wanwan was immersed in the joy of Huo Yin's speech, and she was incoherent in joy, reaching out her hand to caress his Adam's apple with pity and care.

"Wanwan heard it, really."

say?

It was as if the unhealed scars had been peeled off by life, the scabs were torn off, and the flesh was bloody.

Huo Yin clenched his fists and subconsciously clenched his teeth.

There was a ruthless haze in his brows and eyes.

A soft fingertip stroked his chin lightly, and then gently stroked the cool skin.

As if treated gently, he could speak.

He closed his eyes coldly.

Sulfuric acid enters throat.

How could it be possible to speak again?

(End of this chapter)