The Dragon from Hell

When the shadows in the darkness moved, although they fled in fear, Qin Feng's environment was in danger.

Helplessly, he could only hold the Fire Dragon Jue in one hand again, turning all the "insects" approaching him into ashes.

Then screams rang out in the corridor, and the echoes made Qin Feng's eardrums begin to vibrate.

This sound made Qin Feng feel as if his heart was grasped by someone, and the hand had long nails, constantly scratching his heart.

It was as if a rough and sticky hand reached into his throat and kept rubbing his throat.

The feeling of nausea even made him unable to concentrate, and the Fire Dragon Jue in his hand was broken at once.

Before the fire went out, he saw that the originally still "insects" were either lying on the wall, hanging on the ceiling, or lying on the ground, screaming at him constantly.

The scream sounded like a child crying, or a wild cat screaming at night, or even the hysteria of a rabbit before being killed...

Qin Feng couldn't tell the complex sound apart in the echo of the corridor, and his consciousness began to blur.

He could feel a hot stream flowing out of his ears, eyes, and nostrils, and he vomited a mouthful of blood as soon as he opened his mouth.

He tried desperately to concentrate on activating the seeds to protect his body with spiritual power, but the sound made his consciousness scattered, and even his body was shaking, and he couldn't concentrate at all.

Originally, he hoped that Jiao Xia would help, but the voice of the little goddess came from the side: "If I'm not here, how are you going to deal with these little bugs? Boy, I won't follow you all the time."

Jiao Xia was right beside him, but it sounded like she didn't mean to help.

Qin Feng's sight finally got used to the darkness, but in the darkness he could only see the outlines of the "bugs" that were still screaming.

He couldn't use his spiritual power now...

"You are a mortal, have you forgotten? You are just a mortal." Jiao Xia seemed to see his dilemma and spoke again.

Mortal?

Yes, he is just a mortal.

Before coming to this world, he was also a mortal.

He said before that even with a mortal body, he would fight for mortals.

In this case, why should he rely on spiritual power?

He wanted to kill these "bugs" through the Fire Dragon Art before, but in such a narrow environment, if the Fire Dragon Art really burned, he might be injured.

If Jiao Xia was not there, if it was in the original world...

Qin Feng closed his eyes and asked himself: Since when did he rely so much on magic? You know, from the beginning, he practiced magic just to add icing on the cake.

When he opened his eyes again, one of his hands had already grasped the hilt of the black sword.

"It's so noisy."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his other hand, and he stepped out suddenly from his half-kneeling position. There was no spiritual power mixed in, but in an instant, the sword energy swept across, and along with Qin Feng's figure, it rolled over the walls on both sides of the corridor.

As the sword energy rolled over the walls on both sides, a "plop plop" sound was heard in the corridor, which was the sound of something falling on the ground and rolling.

Qin Feng killed directly from one end of the corridor to the other. He could feel some liquid splashing on his face, with a thick fishy smell, and the pungent smell penetrated into the nasal cavity, making people want to vomit.

But these liquids were not warm like blood, and were even very cold.

Qin Feng didn't know if these were blood, but his cold killing intent suppressed this disgusting breath.

In the dark corridor, as more and more "bugs" died, the screams became less and less, and Qin Feng's mind became clearer and clearer.

The black sword in his hand continued to harvest the lives of these "insects", although he didn't know whether these "insects" were still considered lives.

After ten minutes, the whole corridor was filled with the disgusting smell, but there was no screaming.

Only the rustling sound came from outside the stone door, which sounded like the sound of some insects crawling. They crawled quickly and sounded like they were fleeing madly.

Qin Feng inserted the black sword into the ground and half-knelt on the ground, panting constantly.

Although he had killed these "insects" without the help of spiritual power just now, he was too deeply affected just now, and was stimulated by the smell of these insects' blood. Now his brain is more confused than before.

In the darkness, his consciousness gradually began to blur.

Suddenly he felt that the darkness in front of him seemed to begin to dissipate...

He raised his head and suddenly heard a familiar voice: "You, how much sleep do you want to have?"How long? If you don't wake up, I won't wait for you. "

Qin Feng, who was originally conscious, was shocked when he heard this voice, and the blood in his body seemed to solidify: "Chuqing!"

This voice is definitely Chen Chuqing's voice!

In the darkness, his body couldn't move, but after the darkness in front of him blurred, a twisted vortex was formed, and then a ray of light entered his eyes, and then... a familiar face.

The face was full of sadness, looking at him from the side, as if he was lying on the bed and the other party was sitting beside the bed looking at him.

When he confirmed that the face was Chen Chuqing, he tried desperately to hug her, but his body couldn't move, as if he was trapped in a quagmire. The more he struggled, the more he fell into darkness.

And Chen Chuqing seemed to be unable to hear at all As he spoke, darkness also covered her back. Qin Feng could not see where she was, but only saw her alone.

"You, you have been sleeping for half a year. If you don't come back, I will really not wait for you..." Chen Chuqing was talking to herself. At first, she was still joking, but the more she spoke, the more sadness she had in her voice.

In the end, Qin Feng could only see her face full of tears, her mouth kept opening and closing, but he could not hear her voice at all.

Gradually, Chen Chuqing's face began to be submerged in the darkness behind her, as if swallowed by the tide, and slowly disappeared.

"No, no... Don't!"

Watching Chen Chuqing gradually disappear, Qin Feng suddenly woke up.

When he sat up, he found himself in the small house at the fork in the road before.

Jiao Xia squatted beside him with a curious look on her face, and her expression at this moment seemed to be frightened by him: "What's wrong with you? "

Qin Feng moved a bit, and when he found that he could move, he got up from the ground and began to search frantically in the house: "Chu Qing, where is Chu Qing?"

But no matter how he looked, the woman had disappeared, leaving only an empty little house and Jiao Xia who looked at him strangely.

"Is it... an illusion?"