As soon as I left the bathroom door, I heard Feng on the bed whispering something. My face was covered with cold sweat, as if I had some nightmare.
Jiuying frowned and walked over...
"Feng?" Jiuying sat beside the bed, patting Feng's face gently, hoping to wake him up.
"maple?"
Feng's face became paler and whiter, and sweat had soaked the silver bangs in front of his forehead. His eyes were closed tightly, and his hands were holding the bed sheet, and the white sheet was pulled into a ball.
"Feng?" Jiuying grabbed Feng's hand and wanted to calm him down.
"Sakura, don't leave! Don't leave me, okay?" Feng was still murmured.
At this time, Feng was in a dream.
He dreamed of the first time he met Jiuying, dreaming of every bit of their past. He was very happy, recalling the beautiful things in the past...
But, suddenly, all of this was broken! Jiuying disappeared, their past memories disappeared, and her scent disappeared! Nothing was left, Feng was in a dark place now, no sunshine, no light! Something was just
The smell of blood, the breath of killing! It's terrible!
Gradually, the servants and ministers were exposed, and their hypocritical smiles appeared before Feng's eyes. Slowly, the masks were broken, and ferocious faces appeared. They were scrambling to drink Feng and wanted to drink him.
The blood must tear him apart and destroy everything about him!
He was extremely scared and wanted to use his superpowers, but found that his superpowers had disappeared! There was no way, he could only run and run in this dark space.
But gradually, my feet seemed to be nailed to the spot and could not move. I watched those hideous faces get closer and closer to me! Climbing up my body...
At this moment, Sakura's voice appeared. The Maple, who was originally waiting for death, ignited the flame of life. He raised his confused eyes and looked at the dark surroundings. He actually saw a ray of light and slowly crawled.
In the past, I wanted to catch it...
"Feng! Wake up!"
"Wake up!" It seemed that someone was patting his face, the cold touch.
Jiuying's voice became clearer and clearer, and Feng slowly opened his eyes.
Sakura... Feng moved his lips.
"Sakura!" Feng hugged Jiuying, Feng hugged Jiuying, hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to crush her and sink her into the flesh and blood.
"Feng, calm down!" Jiuying wanted to break free, but helplessly, Feng was too strong.
"Sakura, don't move... just let me hug you, okay?" Feng no longer had the original expression of black belly, nor was it cold, but a nearly begging attitude, like a
A puppy abandoned by his owner.
"Okay, I won't move... You can hold it anytime you want..." Jiuying stopped struggling, she knew Feng had a nightmare. The best way she comforted him now was to let him hug him.