Beauty Against the Sky: Cold King Yufei

Chapter 428 Chapter 472 Destruction of the Watchtower Six

Fan Ruoyu pursed his lower lip, and patted Xiaobai with his fingers.

Xiaobai understood, the petals still moved a few times, and a faint fragrance overflowed.

As long as he is human, he cannot escape Xiaobai's illusion.Since it feels familiar, it cannot be killed.Get stuck first.

But he didn't want to, Ya took a few steps forward, and said to the people sitting in the middle: "Exhale the wind?" Although the question was a question, Ya's tone was unusually firm.

Fan Ruoyu froze to one side, exhaling, it turned out to be exhaling!No wonder it feels familiar.Just why is he here?

Fan Ruoyu didn't have time to think about it, his dark eyes were fixed on the person sitting in the middle.His body, which had been motionless all this time, started to move as if playing back in slow motion.

The messy hair covered the face, and he had not moved for a long time, but now he was twisting his neck very slowly. Through the gaps in the hair, the originally cloudy eyes seemed to see light.

The lips were dry and cracked. After moving twice, there was no sound, and after moving twice, a small, low, hoarse sound came out.

"king……"

Ya was taken aback.

"Blow the wind!"

"King!" The voice was much clearer.Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand slowly, brushing away the messy long hair in front of his eyes, revealing a face that made Fan Ruoyu step back a few steps in shock.

That was no longer a face, it was a face that had been destroyed and skinned, with only pitted flesh and blood left.There was fluid flowing from the unscarred flesh, not bright red blood, but black liquid with a disgusting smell.

Hu Feng seemed to have realized something, quickly let go of his messy hair, and said hoarsely, "Miss Ruoyu, I'm sorry!"

Fan Ruoyu bit his lip, opened it and closed it again.The hand she clenched felt his vibration.This is his brother who was born and died, but now he is imprisoned in the seventh floor of the watchtower like this.

"What happened?" The voice was very soft, very light, but Fan Ruoyu knew the anger contained in it.The same Fan Ruoyu was also full of anger, but it was forced to not overflow.

She remembered that when he was in Fancheng, Ya said something happened to Hu Feng, and Ya said that someone didn't want him to go back.But how come it is what it is now?
"If Miss Yu is fine!" Hu Feng didn't answer Ya's question, but said something that made Fan Ruoyu feel sad.

Let go of Ya's hand, took a few steps forward, stopped in front of Hu Feng and sat cross-legged.He stretched out his hand and wanted to brush away the hair that had fallen down, but was dodged by Hufeng.

"Don't, don't, it's disgusting, you'll be scared!"

Thick mist formed in the dark eyes, and he took a deep breath, "Tell us what happened to you?"

Ya took a few steps forward, stood next to Fan Ruoyu and sat down cross-legged as well, stretched out his slender white hands, and slowly lifted the hair that fell down to cover his face, revealing the pitted and bloody face. On his face, between his fingertips, he gently wiped away the black, disgusting liquid.

The thin lips moved slightly, "You have suffered!"

Following Ya's words, "Wow," Hufeng began to cry, his shrugging shoulders twitched, crying like a lost child who found a relative.

Fan Ruoyu felt sad for a while, she couldn't stand such a scene, so she simply stood up and checked whether there was a staircase leading to the eighth floor from the seventh floor.

And Bian Ya waited for Hu Feng to stop crying, and then Hu Feng began to slowly talk about how he was on the seventh floor of the watchtower and became like this.

(End of this chapter)