In this strange space, the fear in Xiaoxiao's heart has risen to the extreme.
It is really difficult for the young Xiaoxiao to withstand the frequent visits of the God of Death without collapsing.
It tried hard not to let itself be defeated by fear, and focused all its attention on the two people outside the barrier.
It was anxious.
Murong Feng leaned against Murong Chen, the gentleness in his eyes continued to cover up the coldness in the depths, and he said something to Murong Chen.
Murong Chen looked a little dazed, but did not make any other move.
He just listened quietly to Murong Feng's words.
This was his dream, that was Murong Chen.
Xiaoxiao couldn't figure out what was going on with that Murong Feng.
It was obviously him but not him, he was obviously gentle but cold, but it couldn't understand.
A trace of something like air-conditioning overflowed from Murong Chen's body.
It was faint and hard to see clearly, but it dissipated in an instant.
Xiao Xiao spotted that thing with sharp eyes, his eyes widened, and he finally saw it clearly.
The cold air flowed into the air and disappeared like a clear stream.
Isn't that essence?
Finally found the fatal factor and must stop it Every time Murong Feng's essence leaked out, his eyes would flash for a moment, and then dim again.
This was not Murong Feng's.
Xiaoxiao knew it completely and hit the barrier with all his strength.
However, the desperate impact did not cause any ripples and only caused Jie Jie to laugh strangely.
The strange smile was like a chicken being strangled, sharp and harsh, but in this empty space, it was even more sad, sinister and terrifying.
Xiaoxiao suppressed the fear in her heart, kept hypnotizing herself so that she could not hear the eerie laughter, kept fighting against the barrier, and kept calling Murong Chen.
Murong Chen's aura became weaker and weaker, but his face became gentler and gentler, so weird and gloomy.
"Brother, let us keep doing this.
You are too tired.
Now the family and guardianship have nothing to do with us."
Murong Feng's voice sounded low, lingering in his ears.
"Has it always been like this?"
Murong Chen frowned slightly and murmured, can he?
Why did he lose his sense of shame?
Why did he really not care about anything?
Could it be that he really decided to sink?
"Together" is such a simple word.
Aren't they always together?
Maybe, this is not enough.
At this time, Murong Chen had extravagant hopes that he didn't usually have.
His resolute handsome face was full of uncertain doubts and panic.
He pierced the piece of paper and really made them sink.
Looking at the person in front of him, Murong Chen felt satisfied.
Maybe, it could really be like this.
Then why was he still uneasy?
His brain was getting more and more drowsy, and his face was a little unclear.
Murong Chen shook his head to wake himself up, but it was of no use.
His vision was still blurry, except for Murong Feng's constant murmuring in his ears.
Maybe, it's really possible.
His mind became more dizzy, and discomfort continued to show on his face.
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Murong Feng looked at it, and the coldness in his eyes became more and more severe.
He put his hand on his shoulder and continued to whisper.
Xiaoxiao's eyes kept staring at them, and his claws kept breaking the barrier, leaving behind sharp sounds.
The anxiety in his heart was endless, "Big brother, that's not the second brother."
Even though he knew he couldn't hear it, Xiaoxiao kept yelling desperately, I hope a miracle will happen.
There is not much energy left in Murong Chen's body.
If this continues, even if a stick of incense is not released, even the gods of Daluo will come to save him.
Are we together?
Murong Chen couldn't hold on any longer.
He stumbled and accidentally tilted backwards.
He was supported by Murong Feng, "Be careful!"
Murong Feng roared softly, with absolute concern and a touch of reproach in his voice. , it was worry from the heart, the gentle and hoarse voice was filled with accusations, but behind the warm voice, there was no expression on the face.
The upright body turned slightly, and Murong Feng's bottomless eyes glanced at Xiaoxiao.
That glance was without warmth, as if he was looking at a pile of dead ashes, but that faint glance was like a dagger thrusting straight into it. heart.
Xiao Xiao looked at them without blinking.
Suddenly, Murong Feng turned around to meet his gaze.
The strange and unemotional look in his eyes made him tremble.
The words he originally yelled suddenly got stuck in his throat.
That gaze was so disturbing.
Shocking After a small glance, Murong Feng turned back and continued to face Murong Chen.
Xiaoxiao was shocked by that look, his soul flickered and shivered, as if to ease the fear.
Thousands of pressures pushed the fear downwards, anxiety dominated the mind again, and my mind kept thinking of countermeasures to deal with this emergency.
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