Warm blood poured over Feiming's face. He saw Feng Xiaoyao holding him down, and the blood overflowing from his mouth was dripping with red flowers.
"Ah, the Supreme Emperor, the Supreme Emperor passed away."
"Yue... Although I am not the Supreme Emperor... But can you tell the truth in black and white like this?"
The fatigue caused by blood loss made Feng Xiaoyao's vision blurred. He struggled to get up. Simple movements were too difficult for this body. Feng Xiaoyao fell on Feiming uncontrollably, and her weak head happened to be pressed against his chest.
He seemed to hear Yue's frantic heartbeat, but also seemed... Not to hear it.
One person and one demon gradually approached, and the turbulent demonic atmosphere was like a disordered whirlpool in the Santu River. The world in front of Feng Xiaoyao quickly lost its color, and boundless darkness enveloped it, making it impossible to escape.
"Yue... Go..."
Feiming suddenly trembled, and the person on his body lost his voice.
"... Brother, don't you want to kill me..."
The always clear-minded person lowered his eyes and carefully stroked his long hair...
A collection of Jinguang fan short stories! ! !
It will probably be updated all the time~
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Expanded list of humble writers and others
Feng's other completed works:
"Thunderbolt" "Hello, the fairy mountain has exploded"
"Sword Three", "Jingtong" and "Chang'an Chronicle"
[The author jumped into the pit and signed with Hong Xiu, goodbye fellow Taoists!
Thanks for reading and liking! ! !
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