Luo Jia lay on the flower marten, covered with a thick bearskin blanket. There was a large fire in the tent. Originally, even if he was lying on the open snow, he would not be frozen.
However, he felt a tremor and a chill that penetrated from the inside to the outside.
However, the chill is obviously different from the past. It is not like a slapped or a little cold or hot. It seems that it is not a cold attack.
It's just a temporary cold, biting cold.
The military doctor was ordered to come in, but Luo Jia immediately drove him out and drove everyone out.
He was lying on the bed, his body could not be covered in heat no matter what.
At this moment, I suddenly thought of Fangfei - I thought of her so urgently, and the small human body warmer. This thought was even more like a collapse, trembling all over, and I fell asleep in a daze.
In the hazy, the person who chased the soul, holding a long iron chain, is black and white impermanence, is a bull-headed and horse-faced person, shouting, and roaring arrogantly:
"Roga, your death is here..."
"Black Emperor, your death is here..."
Then, the high priest...
It's the Priest Adam...
It's Mr. Rafa...
There was actually his own son, Shin-a's son, who was thrown to death on the ground and his brain burst - and he shouted together -
Return my life, Father, return my life.
Even his own father, Taizu Taizong...
Each one is like a winged ghost chasing...
Luo Jia screamed and jumped out of bed.
The palace maid who was waiting outside rushed to the door immediately and shouted anxiously: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty..."
"It's okay, step down."
There was silence around, only the cold moonlight cast a strange light into it.
Luo Jia touched his forehead and his palms were covered with cold sweat.
The chill dispelled, and the vest was hot... as if it had just been picked up from the oil pan from head to toe, and it felt indescribable.