"Ah ah ah!" The Yang Qi was rushing through Chen Xi's body like a wild horse running wild, burning her veins and veins with holes wherever it passed.
Chen Xi deeply realized that if she continued like this, she would definitely die from having her muscles and veins broken.
"Princess!" The housekeeper looked worriedly at Chen Xi, whose pretty face kept changing from green to white like a palette, and then looked back at Feng Qingyang, who was silently adjusting his breath!
what to do?
The prince had just suffered a thunderstorm and was extremely weak. As for him, he was only a seventh-level fire element martial artist. If he forcibly sucked away the Yang Qi from Chen Xi, he would definitely have a narrow escape.
what to do?
His brows furrowed into a small mountain. Seeing the old doctor standing aside at a loss, he waved his sleeves impatiently and said, "Doctor, please go out first and come back to me when you think of a solution."
The old doctor said with shame: "Okay!"
"Ahhhh!" The huge pain shot straight into Chen Xi's heart. Finally, his weak body couldn't bear the strong force and he fainted completely.
A strong purple light suddenly bloomed from Chen Xi's ring finger, wrapping Chen Xi tightly in it.
At the same time, Feng Qingyang, who was lying on the bed, also shone brightly.
Two mysterious purple-red colors spread out in a fan shape. Not long after, the two bright lights met in the air, and the huge bright light threw the stunned steward Tian and the little silver fox huddled aside in daze out of the door.
With a bang, the rosewood door threw the butler and the little silver fox out and then closed tightly again, blocking all peeks outside.
…
pain!
Chen Xi frowned in discomfort. When she opened her eyes again with her whole body convulsed with pain, she found that she had once again fallen into the fantasy space of the Nine-turn Psychic Ring. Although the pain on her body had been relieved, it was still uncomfortable.
"Hua Miao?" She raised her voice and called Hua Miao, wanting to ask if there was anything she could do.
However, the misty purple-red mist was empty, and she could not see Hua Miao and those little friends.
"Hua Miao?" she called, walking carefully through the mist.
Unknowingly, I walked into a misty Merlin.
Under the colorful sky, in the purple-red air, white petals are as light as snow, flying down from the sky.
In the rain of flowers, a tall and ethereal figure held a green fluorescent sword in his hand, dancing in the wind with a fairy posture.
Wherever the sword energy passed, plum blossoms were flying. There were faint celestial music and Sanskrit sounds coming from the sky, like a dream.
The lightly fragrant breeze blew across his cheeks, gently and softly. Every move of the man in the distance carried indescribable magic power, deeply attracting Chen Xi's gaze.
who is he?
Why does she still have such an enigmatic man in her space ring?
Chen Xi wanted to get closer to him and take a closer look, but her feet were firmly planted on the ground like flowers taking root. She tried her best and couldn't move them away!
"See clearly!"
The intoxicating voice of nature came from far away from the sky. Chen Xi's heart suddenly swayed, and he couldn't help but forget about struggling.
She opened her eyes wide and stared at the man in the distance for a moment, memorizing the man's smart and elegant moves in her heart. In a trance, she seemed to see a graceful light line beside the man.
The green figure danced with his swords.
The gentle breeze blew down the flawless white plum blossoms, and fell on the two beautiful and beautiful fairy bones. So beautiful, so tacit understanding!
In a daze, a clear and sweet voice echoed in her ears: "Do you like me?"