Half Martial Immortal, Half Margin Monarch

Chapter 1042 Why are you always so nice to me...

This sentence seems to have magical power, every time it is said from Ye Feng's mouth, it can make Yan Ziyuan feel inexplicably at ease.

Whenever she is in danger and she is terrified, it is Ye Feng who saves her and comforts her time after time...

Ye Feng...why are you always so nice to me...

But I already have Ziyan... I will end up with Ziyan...

What are you going to do?
What are you going to do?
How can I repay your affection?

Ye Feng, I can't wait to split myself into two...

Tears burst out of Yan Ziyuan's eyes, like pearls with broken strings, falling one by one, wet her cheeks, landed on the nearby stone, and slowly seeped away...

A drop seemed to fall on Ye Feng's hand, and he took it back instantly as if he had been scalded.

Yan Ziyuan was startled, and fumbled to hold it up, her voice seemed to be filled with great grievances: "Ye Feng..."

Ye Feng fumbled to wipe away Yan Ziyuan's tears with his hands, but he couldn't wipe them off, he sighed, his voice was a bit hoarse: "Ziyuan... don't cry, I'm fine, and I won't cry. Let you have something to do..."

He suddenly coughed, and although he tried his best to suppress it, he couldn't stop for a while.

Yan Ziyuan opened her eyes wide, trying to see how Ye Feng was doing, but it was still pitch black: "Ye Feng, Ye Feng, what's wrong with you? Are you seriously injured?! Does it hurt? Why are you coughing?" stop?"

Tears seemed to have a tendency to flow outward again.

Ye Feng had stopped coughing at this time, his voice seemed to be a little weak, but the weakness was fleeting, he said lightly: "It's nothing, it's just a little flesh injury, just now I accidentally inhaled the dust that floated down, So I coughed a few times..."

dust?

Maybe so...

Yan Ziyuan's confused mind calmed down a bit, she held Ye Feng's hand tightly, as if she wanted to draw courage from this hand.

She held his hand, not daring to relax at all.

Feeling that he is really beside her, she is not alone in this dark underground, Ye Feng is with her...

She felt that her chest was a little blocked, and the boulder pressing beside her made her a little breathless.

She really wanted to push away the boulder beside her, but she didn't have the strength.

"Ye Feng, will we die here?"

"No-Zi Yuan, you have to persevere...you can..." Ye Feng's voice was slightly hurried.

"But... but... this is thousands of feet underground, you... you are also trapped... we are buried here, how can we get out..." Yan Ziyuan's voice was full of helplessness.

"Master Han and Miss Ning will come...Zi Yuan, don't be discouraged..."

This space is extremely narrow and sealed by rocks, and after a while, the oxygen starts to run short.

Yan Ziyuan gradually felt colder, her chest tightness became more and more serious, her head was a little groggy, and she seemed to fall asleep in the next second, she muttered softly: "Ye Feng...I'm so sleepy... ..."

Ye Feng squeezed her hand suddenly: "Zi Yuan, don't sleep!"

Yan Ziyuan woke up for a moment: "I don't want to sleep either... But I'm really sleepy... Can I sleep for a while?"

Ye Feng patted her hand, and finally there was a trace of panic in his usually steady tone, and he finally talked more: "Zi Yuan, you can't sleep! You can't wake up after sleeping! Think about your family, They have been waiting for you at home! Your...husband is still outside the cave..."

(End of this chapter)