Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

At this moment, Zhu Feng's ear buzzed, and suddenly, the divine consciousness fell into chaos.

He clearly felt that he seemed to have lost his vision and couldn't see things, but after a while, he realized that he didn't lose his vision, just couldn't see things clearly.

Because in front of me, there is a piece of yellow sand.

The yellow sand covering the sky and the sun swallowed everything, almost unable to see my fingers. The confusion of sight made people have the illusion of being strangled in the throat, as if they could not even breathe.

Zhu Feng's heartbeat is getting heavier.

He is no stranger to this kind of scene.

It is his dream.

For so many years, dreams that have rarely reappeared, but these days, since the beginning of detoxification, they have been visiting constantly, although it did not cause him any trouble, because this kind of dreams always seems like nothing, even sometimes , He will clearly know that he is in a dream and wakes up from such entanglement.

However, there has never been such a real feeling like this moment.

And so familiar.

Zhu Feng was gasping for breath, but this kind of gasping made his body become hotter and hotter, and the flame seemed to swallow him.

He clenched his fists hard, gritted his teeth, and endured the heat.

At this moment, a cold light flashed before his eyes.

"...!"

Zhu Feng's breathing was choking again.

As a person who has been on the battlefield all year round, he is familiar with the cold light.

It was a sword light, as fast as lightning, as if to cut away the yellow sand that covered the sky and sun.

He eagerly wanted to know what was in the yellow sand.

Just as he focused on the moment of blank space left after the cold light flashed in front of him, suddenly, a **** light followed.

Suddenly, Zhu Feng's heartbeat stopped.

For a moment, he felt that he was completely empty.

It seemed that something, something flowing in the blood and entangled in the soul, was abruptly pulled out of his body. At this moment, he even felt that he was no longer in the world.

How could this be?

So, what is it?

Thousands of thoughts were entangled, making people feel heartbroken, and at this moment, he felt a hand gently stroked his acupuncture point.

The feeling of coldness made his heart shake.

He involuntarily stretched out his hand and grabbed the slender, soft hand. The moment he touched it, he felt the coolness of his fingertips, as if it could relieve the heat in his body.

However, with his touch, a low moan sounded in his ear.

"what!"

At this moment, Zhu Feng seemed to recognize something.

Before he could recognize it, he was swallowed by the surging yellow sand in front of his eyes. In the chaos and even the five senses of people were disturbed, he could only squeeze his hands.

It seems, what can be protected.

At this moment, although everything has become chaotic, he has a clear understanding in his heart that what is in his hands is his salvation.

However, this hand is constantly moving.

It seemed to be struggling, and it seemed to be trembling.

But no matter how he throbbed, it was stimulating Zhu Feng's consciousness. With another gust of wind roaring in his consciousness, as if he was about to tear a person's body apart, his grasping hand became harder and harder. Pull.

"what--!"

In the imperial study room, there was a short moan.