Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 290 – You Have Stars and Seas in Your Eyes

"Qingmei! Don't go!"

There was a hint of pleading in his tone, and he grabbed her sleeve tightly with one hand.

"Sikong Que! Do you dare to swear by looking into my eyes!"

"As long as you don't leave! Why don't you dare!"

He walked up to Huyan Qingmei, and stared into her eyes with incomparably clear and open eyes.

But seeing that her gray-blue eyes were neither sad nor happy, although she looked at him lightly without pupils and focus, they were like the reflection of the bright starry sky in the heart of the boundless blue sea.

Her eyes are the sea that he will never meet again in this life.

"Qingmei...your eyes are so beautiful, as if the stars and the sea are in your eyes..."

Gradually, his eyes began to blur...

It's an hour!An hour has passed!

At this moment, Feng Zhan restlessly put his hand on the saber at his waist, loosened it and then clenched it, the cycle has been repeated countless times.

His Majesty just remained motionless, standing upright like a sculpture, watching the Holy Empress with affectionate eyes.

"His Majesty…"

He finally couldn't hold back the worry in his heart, and wanted to remind His Majesty that he had gone far.

Seeing that Sikong Que was still immersed in the sadness of parting and couldn't extricate himself, he boldly raised his volume.

"His Majesty!"

At this time, no matter how nervous Feng Zhan was, he still noticed Sikong Que's abnormality.

"not good!"

"His Majesty!!!"

He rushed in front of Sikong Que with a stride, only to see that Sikong Que's eyes were blurred at this time, as if he was in a trance in a dream.

"His Majesty!"

He shouted loudly, only then did he see that Sikong Que's eyes gradually cleared up, and he slowly came back to his senses.

"Your Majesty! What's wrong with you!"

"Wind Slash?"

Sikong Que was a little dazed, looking at Feng Zhan who was at a loss in front of him.He looked around, but did not find Li Qingmei's figure.

"What about her?!"

"Light brow!"

"Your Majesty! She's gone! You personally ordered her to go! What's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

"What!! How could I give such an order! I..."

At this time, his spirit was a little sluggish, and his mind was still sore and painful.Seeing this, Feng Zhan hurriedly supported his shoulder.

"Chase! Chase! Chase me back!"

After he forced himself to give the order, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness immediately.

At this time, Huyan Qingmei, who had been lost for a long time, was not feeling very comfortable when he was driving a war horse through the dense forest and towering false forest.

Her face was pale, and there was still dried blood at the corner of her mouth, and she was lying weakly on the horse's back.

Recently, her hidden headache attacks have become more and more frequent. She didn't want to forcefully use hypnotic illusion, but the situation forced her to take the risk.

Entering this illusory forest, you have arrived at the boundary of Wuji Academy. No matter how arrogant and domineering Emperor Yunlie was, he would not dare to easily offend Wuji Academy and be criticized by thousands of people.

Head hurts!She tried her best to tie the rein with a dead knot between her hands, in case she fell from the horse and hurt herself after losing consciousness.

it hurts!This time the headache was even more unbearable than before. She pulled out the lancet and poked her fingers, using the pain to force herself to stay awake.

However, the boundless pain began to slowly spread, invading every inch of flesh and blood.So she began to whisper unconsciously.

"Que...I'm in so much pain..."

"Light brow!"

Sikong Que was covered in cold sweat, and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Your Majesty! You are finally awake!"

"Feng Zhan! Have you found her?"

"Already in the process of dragging the net! But she has entered the realm of the false forest, we must first greet the Promise Academy! So the progress is slow!"

"What! She entered the false forest!"

Sikong Queteng got up in a hurry, before he even had time to put on his outer robe, he hurriedly flew out of the tent.

"Your Majesty! You wait for my humble minister!"

Feng Zhanti took Sikong Que's robe and shoes and socks, and hurriedly followed his pace.

(End of this chapter)