NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1108
Chapter 1108 The Phoenix Prisoner in the Phoenix (18)
After speaking, Rong Huang felt a lot of wetness on her shoulder blades.
It was the blood that Feng Xi vomited.
Rong Huang blinked, his eyes sore, tears streaming down his cheeks silently.
What is going on here?
The gods who besieged her and Feng Xi were awe-inspiring, looking like walking for the sky, with an expression of indignation.
“Witch Ronghuang, you are so willing to be lowly and lowly and cruel half-devil mixed together, we are determined to take you back to the gods, let the **** emperor send you down!”
Rong Huang’s ears were buzzing, his consciousness was awake for a while and then blurred, desperately trying to get out of the nightmare.
The result was in vain.
The nightmare gave Rong Huang a real feeling, so real that her heart was hurting.
Rong Huang held Feng Xi’s face and muttered his name, but his consciousness became increasingly blurred, and his body became uncontrollable.
Although his body was out of control, Rong Huang could clearly feel everything that happened in his dream.
With the malice around him, Feng Xi held her strength, and despair of suffocating pain.
Rong Huang’s gilt golden eyes were dyed scarlet, and his black hair instantly turned into a flawless white.
When the self-proclaimed righteous gods noticed that Rong Huang’s eyes had completely turned red, his face changed drastically.
“Rong Huang is in a demon!”
This shout made the gods even more tightly shook their life artifacts, and looked at Rong Huang in the encircled circle with vigilance and disgust.
“Let’s quickly solve her before she is completely enchanted, lest she endanger the common people!”
“Yes! Zhou Shenjun’s words are reasonable!”
Rong Huang spread out his right hand without waiting for them to start an attack, and a steady stream of luster and dim gleamed from the palm of his white, blood-cured palm.
The golden streamer is mixed with rich black, which is a sign of deep enchantment.
Where the streamer passed, there were countless lives that had been harvested.
The sky was full of blood, and countless soul lamps went out.
On this day, hundreds of gods died in Rong Huang’s hands.
She became a sinner in the God Realm and was ordered to kill her by the God Realm.
Rong Huang saw that he was not hiding in Tibet in his dream, and after setting up Feng Xi, who had already lost his breath, he went all the way to the God Realm.
She could feel her despair, grief and numbness in her dream.
The chest seemed to be pressed against a large rock, which made people unable to breathe, and was about to explode.
There was a loud bang.
In a scream for help, in the dream, he chose to blew himself up.
The dazzling golden glow intertwined with a little imperceptible silver glow, instantly ruining most of the gods…
“No!”
Rong Huang’s eyes closed tightly, his delicate brows furrowed, an expression of pain faintly visible between his eyebrows, and his hands were clinging indiscriminately in the air, as if trying to grasp something.
A pair of big cool hands held Rong Huang’s.
“Cub, cub…”
The familiar, cold voice rang in his ears, and Rong Huang broke free from the nightmare, suddenly awakened.
Rong Huang looked at Feng Xi, who was sitting on the side of the bed, with a dazed expression. He didn’t recover for a long time.
Feng Xi looked at Rong Huang, who was shrunken into a ball in the quilt, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes flashed slightly.
“What’s wrong? Have a nightmare?” Feng Xizhuang asked seemingly inadvertently.
Seeing Feng Xi wiped her sweat and withdrew his hand, Rong Huang quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed his wide sleeves. There was a bit of dumbness in his long voice and a bit of fear in his tone, “Feng Xi.”
Feng Xi moved for a while, staring down at Rong Huang, and swallowed.