Chapter 5

Nan Yan whispered in horror. At this moment, Zhu Feng suddenly stretched out his long arms, grabbed her, and suddenly pulled her back.

Nan Yan fell on him suddenly, but felt that the man's chest was as hard as a rock. She seemed to hit a piece of stone, and when she raised her head, she met his dark like a bottomless pool Eyes.

Nan Yan shivered with that cold gaze.

But Zhu Feng stared at her and said solemnly, "You said, this king is a tyrant?"

"..."

"You said this king is a tyrant!"

"..."

"This king, will he be a tyrant?"

His hand was holding the cloak on her chest, only a short distance away from her neck. Nan Yan had the illusion that he was strangling her neck. Not only could she not open her mouth, but she could not even continue breathing.

She struggled and said, "Your Highness."

Zhu Feng's eyes, like a bottomless cold pool, were still staring at her, but in the cold pool, there seemed to be a cluster of tiny, invisible flames burning faintly.

He repeated: "This king, will he be a tyrant?"

He seems to be particularly concerned about this question.

A flash of light flashed through Nan Yan's chaotic mind. At the moment before she was almost suffocating, she finally struggled and said, "Whether your Highness will be a tyrant depends on how your Highness does."

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"If your Highness thinks I was wrong, it doesn't hurt to kill me."

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"But the tyrant's notoriety, no matter how many people you kill, you can't get rid of it!"

After saying this, she looked at King Yan with some trembling.

In fact, before she finished speaking, she knew that she had "said the wrong thing." Just now, Sa yanyan did not even dare to resist at all.

She just obeyed his will and was killed by him. And when she said these words, it was simply A hundred deaths is not enough.

She slowly closed her eyes, almost desperate, waiting for the sword to fall.

However, the expected sword didn't arrive. On the contrary, she felt that hand slowly loosened, and the hands around her neck slowly loosened. Nan Yan shuddered and slowly opened it's Closed eyes.

Those dark and deep eyes looked at her without blinking.

she don't know whether it was because he was staring at her so hard that she could not breathe, or he let go of herself, Nan Yan only felt that her chest suddenly relaxed, she poured in a big breath of cold air, and suddenly coughed.

This cough was a little unstoppable. She coughed so hard that she could not straighten her waist, and her cheeks were flushed. It took a while before she managed to calm down the depression in her chest, and then raised her head to meet Zhu Feng's cold eyes. .

He said, "Well, this king wants to see if what you said is true."

Without looking back, he ordered: "Drag these people down and lock them up."

The guards were also a little dumbfounded. They didn't expect that His Highness would really spare them, but they didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly escorted these scared people back.

Just as they turned around, they heard a chuckle in the night.

"Interesting, interesting."

The people who had just almost gone through the front line of life and death, were so frightened that they suddenly felt back to their souls when they heard this chuckle.

Although this laughter seemed a little loose, but for some reason, with a little indescribable warmth, it seemed that a spring breeze had blown across people's hearts, melting the ice.

Everyone suddenly recovered, and immediately followed the place where the sound came from. Nan Yan couldn't help turning her head, and saw a tall and strong figure slowly coming up from the steps.

The man was wearing a black robe. Under the light of the fire, she could faintly feel his clothes fluttering, but she couldn't distinguish the outline from the night, as if it was the condescending from the night; but his skin was exceptionally white. , Different from Nan Yan's whiteness and delicateness, that kind of whiteness is pale as if it hasn't seen the sky for a long time, and with a dark robe, the whole person is like an elf transformed from the night.

When he approached step by step, everyone could see his face clearly.

He is very young, but in his twenties, he is tall, handsome, and has a gorgeous face like a crown. His expression is very deserted, even a little arrogant, but his eyes are very gentle, there is a tenderness that is compassionate and tolerant to everything in the world; his eyes are also surprisingly bright, and Zhu Feng's piercing, sword-like Different in sharpness, these eyes are like bright lights, seeming to illuminate all the dark corners of the world.

she have to say that this is a very good looking man, even if he has walked in front of King Yan at the moment, the two are facing each other, he is not inferior.

But what really surprised Nan Yan was that the clothes on his body turned out to be a Taoist robe!

He is a Taoist priest!

In this palace, there will be a Taoist priest?

Not only was Nan Yan stunned, the eunuchs , the servant and palace ladies who had just escaped from the dead also looked at him in amazement. Everyone wondered where he came from. At this moment, Zhu Feng suddenly said: "He Yi, what are you doing here?"

The Taoist priest named "He Yi" smiled and said, "I heard that there was a big fire in the bedroom, and I was worried about the safety of His Highness, so I came here to take a look."

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at Nan Yan: "Unexpectedly, I saw such an interesting person as soon as I arrived."

He raised his hand and bowed to Nan Yan: "Girl, you are a good leader."

This person is not only beautiful and unusual, but also very decent, his head is not high or short, his hands are not biased, his clothes are graceful during his actions, and there is even a period of unspeakable expression in the fairy wind.

Nan Yan looked at him hesitantly and saluted him.

She recovered a bit, this Taoist named He Yi was the person next to King Yan.

Moreover, the relationship is very close.

Because the other soldiers were all conscientious in front of King Yan, only him, speaking very naturally.

Nan Yan was still analyzing his identity, weighing how he should deal with it, but he heard him say: "The girl is really a wonderful person, you know, the person who can survive from the sword of His Royal Highness, the world are Not many."

Zhu Feng snorted coldly.

Nan Yan smiled bitterly.

She didn't feel that she had survived the sword of King Yan. Besides, she calmed down now, and when she recalled what she had done just now, she wanted to slap herself a few times!

What did you own?

The fat pig ran into the butcher's house-found a good death!