It was completely silent, ethereal and shapeless, and I felt no sense of touch except that I was drifting with the wind.
As his consciousness became clearer, his rationality suddenly returned. He wanted to open his eyelids, but it was like a heavy door, making him helpless. The turbidity of his thoughts stirred up a huge whirlpool, and was absorbed into it, making it difficult to extricate himself.
The physical and mental pressure caused him to take a sharp breath and open his eyes instantly.
However, the scene in front of him was still jaw-dropping. Everything he could see was filled with black mist, so real and so cold that it chilled him to the bone.
Zhuge Jinqing rubbed his shoulders in an attempt to add some warmth, but it had no effect and only made the coldness double.
He didn't understand why he suddenly came to this place when he was clearly at the Imperial Preceptor's residence.
After all, what happened during the period when he lost consciousness?
Why is everyone not here? Why is everything different from before? Who can tell him? At least... at least someone can come and tell him.
He wanted to leave, he wanted to go find everyone. But he couldn't move his legs, his voice was mute, and he couldn't shout.
At this time, the hazy mist suspended in the air suddenly wavered and quickly retreated behind him at a speed visible to the naked eye. He was stunned and didn't know why. When he looked back to the front, a dazzling white light suddenly rushed towards him. Unprepared, he was not surprised.
Hidden in it.
When he regained his senses and his blurred vision gradually became clear, his usually rosy face suddenly turned pale. Terrified, he turned around without thinking and hugged the thick tree trunk beside him.
Lowering his eyes and looking up, he didn't know when he was standing on top of the big tree in the sky. The distance made his scalp numb and his whole body trembled.
"Good guy, I'm going to kill him!"
The unexpected opening made Zhuge Jinqing cover his mouth in surprise, his eyes full of unspeakable disbelief.
He...can actually speak? How wonderful!
But he had not been happy for long when a harsh sound pierced the air. A sharp sword light leaped across and landed gracefully with a graceful posture.
The sharp weapon had a bright luster, and under the swaying of the black lotus skirt, the red silk and white threads were particularly dazzling, pointing directly at the monster whose prototype she had broken.
"Still want to escape?"
"No, no... I won't run away. I beg you, my lord, please let the little demon go. I beg you! I promise... I promise that I will never do anything wrong again. Really, I will never lie!"
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"This voice...why does it sound so much like Hong Zhao?"
Zhuge Jin had doubts for a moment, and in order to find out more, he deliberately leaned forward to catch a glimpse of her beauty.
Just when he was concentrating on looking at the woman with all his energy, a black mist suddenly appeared from nowhere and surrounded him. Before he could shout, he completely disappeared.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw a completely different scene. I was originally on the tree, but now I was under the tree. The dull pain in my buttocks seemed to be a sign of what had just happened.
But he didn't have time to catch the fleeting flash of light in his mind. The black shadow shrouding his eyes made him feel a knot in his heart, and he looked up blankly.
Although the reflection of the light made her face invisible, she could feel that this person was Hong Zhao.