It turned out that Feng Yao was still thinking about the magic in his heart. A gloomy look flashed in Yu Liu's eyes, and then he comforted him: "It's okay, I'll tell you if I'm not feeling well. Did you just wake up? Are you hungry? Have you eaten?
"
Feng Yao shook his head slowly and said, "I don't have much appetite. I drank some porridge before coming here."
Yu Liu nodded, stood up and hugged Feng Yao, saying: "Let's go, I will accompany you to the Royal Garden for a walk."
Feng Yao nodded, very meekly.
Although there was a change in the palace, everything was still going according to plan and nothing was inappropriate.
Feng Yao knew that it was hopeless to worry, and quickly calmed down in a short period of time. The magic was extremely evil, and the magic that was cast on Yu Liu must not be a good thing, so Feng Yao still carefully asked Qing.
When the Yings and others secretly protect Yu Liu, they should also pay attention to Yu Liu's every move and see if it is any different from usual.
Although this is a bit of waiting, it is better than doing nothing.
But no matter what, Yu Liu is still by her side, which is the best thing.
The night was quiet, the wind in the early autumn night was a bit cool, and the bright moonlight filtered through the cracks in the window and sprinkled thinly on the ground.
In the quiet palace, only the faint sound of breathing could be heard.
Inside the bright yellow gauze tent, the sleeping man suddenly stood up, and in the dark night, scarlet light actually lit up.
Those originally pitch-black eyes actually turned scarlet, faintly flashing red, which was extremely frightening.
The man's face was numb and seemed to be stiff. He slowly turned his head and looked at the sleeping person next to him. The scarlet light in his eyes faintly disappeared, but he soon recovered.
There seemed to be a distant voice coming from the man's ear, hoarse and low, but so irresistible.
"Kill her, kill her, kill her..."
These three words were like a magic voice, echoing in my mind all the time, like a command, but also like instinct. In such a hoarse voice, the man slowly raised his hand and got closer to the sleeping woman little by little.
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The woman seemed unconscious and did not know that the danger had quietly arrived.
The pair of slender white hands stopped just three inches in front of the woman's neck, and the red light in her eyes began to flicker, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, looming.
The man's originally numb face also showed a hint of looseness and a hint of pain.
The voice in my ear kept repeating, saying: "Kill her, kill her, kill her..."
Like a curse, it makes men unable to control themselves.
The man was in great pain, and it seemed as if his hands were not under control at all. He forced himself to get close to the woman's delicate and white neck, but his mind didn't want to do that, so he fought against it.
The pain on the man's face was even worse, and veins appeared on his forehead, giving him an extremely ferocious look.
The hoarse voice in my ear seemed clearer and more urgent, "Kill her, kill her, kill her..."
It keeps repeating in my mind, forced, commanded, and uncontrollable.
But when he saw that face and felt that familiar aura, subconsciously he couldn't do anything. He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill her!
"No, don't..." The man groaned in pain, his hands struggling repeatedly while moving forward and backward.
The sleeping woman finally noticed something strange. She slowly opened her eyes and saw those familiar big hands struggling and lingering three inches away from her neck.