The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 131 Injured, Lost My Mind
Immediately Feng Qianya quickly stepped forward, clasped Xuanyuan Mochen's big hand that was about to slash at Tian Linggai with her jade hand, frowned and asked him, "Xuanyuan Mochen, what happened to you?"

After Feng Qianya asked this question, she realized that something was extremely wrong with Xuanyuan Mochen, his eyes turned red and bloodthirsty again, and those cruel eyes were so sharp and bright even at night.

There was a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his lips, and his cruel eyes fell on Feng Qianya's chest. He seemed to see the beating heart.

The smile on his lips became more brutal and bloodthirsty.

The big white hand was pressed against her chest, and the open palm was gradually closed. Suddenly, a piercing light flashed in his bloodthirsty eyes, and the slender five fingers fell into it.

"Hmm~" There was a burst of pain in her chest, Feng Qianya's eyebrows were slightly frowned, her face was a little pale, the big hand on her chest was still sinking deeply like an iron claw.

"Pfft..." Her face changed suddenly, Feng Qianya'e frowned, she opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, the bright red liquid just sprayed onto Xuanyuan Mochen's handsome face, and the strong smell of blood invaded Xuanyuan Mochen's mouth In the nasal cavity.

He was stunned for a moment, that was Feng Qianya's breath, that was her blood.

Everything about Feng Qianya suddenly appeared in his mind, which had been irrational. The big hand that fell into Feng Qianya's chest trembled slightly, and the cruelty in his bloodthirsty eyes gradually faded, and he regained his sanity bit by bit. with awareness.

When he saw his hand fell into Feng Qianya's chest, heartache and panic condensed in his coquettish phoenix eyes, and he immediately withdrew his hand.

And Feng Qianya frowned, and fell into his arms.

He hugged her tightly, the pain in his phoenix eyes intensified, his brows were furrowed, he actually hurt her.

He lowered his eyes and stared at her with heartache, his light brown pupils filled with crystal water mist, "Feng Qianya, why don't you leave? Why did you let me hurt you? You want me to feel sad for you ?"

Hearing his words, Feng Qianya looked up at him, because it was night, she couldn't see his expression clearly, but based on what he said just now, he should have regained his senses.

She frowned tightly, endured the pain in her chest, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips, "Are you... sober?"

Xuanyuan Mochen's big white hand held her Ruyu's little hand tightly, and said in a low and gentle voice with a touch of distress: "Don't talk, this king will heal your wounds."

After saying that, she asked Feng Qianya to sit cross-legged, and he faced her palms, constantly sending his inner strength and true energy to her to protect her heart. Both of their bodies were covered by a silver airflow Live, in this dark night of splashing ink, it looks extremely bright.

The whole night, Xuanyuan Mochen was healing Feng Qianya's wounds, and when it was almost dawn, Feng Qianya fell into Xuanyuan Mochen's arms so sleepy.

Seeing her breathing evenly in his arms, Xuanyuan Mochen couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips, she could still fall asleep?Isn't she afraid that he will lose control again and go mad and kill her?
What makes him strange is that in the past, when he went crazy, he had to soak in the cold pool to recover his nature. How did he recover his nature tonight?

What did Feng Qianya do to him?He only remembered that he smelled her breath and smelled the smell of blood that made his heart ache. Could Feng Qianya's blood restore him to his nature?

(End of this chapter)