I am mad for the king: the stunning magic concubine fights the world

Chapter 37

"You can say that." Fuyan nodded.
Shu Boy sighed, and lay down on the big rock with his hands on his pillow again, "Why was I not there when such an interesting thing happened?" He and Jian Xie were helping the king recover that night. , so I don't know anything about the outside world, and the next day I was shocked when I saw Fuyan healing the wounded Jing Ling who was almost out of breath.
Jing Ling picked a grass branch from the side and put it in his mouth, frowning slightly, he kept thinking about what happened that night in his mind, and there was one thing he didn't say all the time, that was when he first entered Qianbi's room , the blood and tears flowing from the corner of Gong Qianbi's mouth...
The oppressive feeling in the air hit / suddenly, everyone on the pingzi was startled, and then they all straightened their backs and stood up, looking in the same direction in unison.
A whirlpool could be vaguely seen in the air, and in the whirlpool, a white figure suddenly appeared, and several people shouted in unison: "King."
The robes are like snow, the black hair is draped over the shoulders, a few strands of hair brushed the fair face in the breeze, the eyes are deep and cold, the nose is like a bridge, and the thin lips are a bit cool, clean and moist. Yu's skin seemed to have a faint luster.The picture-like man landed straight in the distance, and the surrounding air felt more oppressive.
Feng Xuan.
The king of demons.
Feng Xuan raised his eyelids slightly, and glanced at the four of them indifferently, and finally that indifferent gaze turned into a sharp blade and fixed on Jing Ling.
Feng Xuan looked at Jing Ling, her heart suddenly tightened, she lowered her head and said, "Jing Ling has caused trouble again, please punish him."
Feng Xuan walked in front of Jing Ling with a gentle gait, his face seemed calm and cold, surrounded by an oppressive aura that made people almost suffocate, Jing Ling lowered his head even more.The few people beside him also looked at Feng Xuan in a calm manner.
"Raise your head." Feng Xuan lightly parted his thin lips, and said two words that were light and compelling.
Jing Ling felt a slight chill running down her back, pursed her lips, then raised her head, her eyes met Feng Xuan.
Looking at Feng Xuan's eyes that were as deep and cold as the sea in the night, Jing Ling felt that even her breathing became difficult in an instant, and she felt like she wanted to escape, but she couldn't move, her eyes seemed to be trapped. The pair of pupils seemed to be attracted.
The cool wind blowing around blows Feng Xuan's hair up, the hair vaguely covers the smooth face, the long and narrow red phoenix eyes under the lash feathers are slightly narrowed, the pupils are glazed with dark luster, more and more profound cold.
In the opposite pair of eyes that cannot escape, every scene that Jing Ling saw that night was transmitted to his eyes one by one...
Blood and tears slid down his face, and his eyes were full of panic.The pain when he was burned by Yanlong, the anger after struggling helplessly, the unbearable roar, the sudden ruthlessness in the dark red pupils...
Everything in Gong Qian's brushwork was presented in Feng Xuan's mind as if he was in front of him.
What an amazing woman.
There was a nice curve on the cool lips, a half-smile.Feng Xuan withdrew his gaze.
As soon as Feng Xuan withdrew his gaze, Jing Ling's whole body seemed to have suddenly lost some support, and she sat on the ground limply. When she recovered, she found that a thin layer of cold sweat had emerged on her forehead.
Fuyan went forward to help Jing Ling up, Jing Ling breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Feng Xuan, feeling a little palpitating in her heart.He didn't know what happened just now, he only knew that he was immersed in those cold eyes that could never go to the end and couldn't see the bottom, the feeling was so similar to the feeling when he saw Gong Qianbi that night...

(End of this chapter)