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

Nan Yan's breathing was suffocated. Before she could react, she felt her wrist sink and the sky was spinning. She was pulled down suddenly and fell heavily on the bed.

"what--!"

King Yan's bed was not soft, even a little hard. When she fell like this, her head slammed her head against the bed board, causing her to let out a low cry, and her eyes turned black.

When she saw clearly again, a sharp long sword had reached her throat.

It was the long sword that King Yan placed next to his pillow. At that moment, he pressed himself under him and drew out the long sword with his backhand, his skills were as fast as lightning.

She trembled slightly, especially feeling that the sharp blade was almost only a minute away from the skin on her neck. As long as she moved, the blade would cut her throat.

She said in horror: "His Royal Highness..."

Zhu Feng covered her, and there seemed to be flames faintly burning in his deep eyes. The flames made his breath a little hotter, like a beastly breath.

He said solemnly: "What are you going to do?"

"..."

Although he had already woken up and drew out the long sword beside the pillow accurately, but his mind seemed to be stuck in the dream just now, and he couldn't get out of it, and he couldn't even tell who the person in front of him was.

He just used the instinct and intuition of beasts to deal with people close to him.

As soon as he pressed his hand, Jian Feng moved closer to Nan Yan's neck, almost piercing her skin. Nan Yan was trembling and wanted to speak, but because he was too nervous, the throat rattled, but a word was connected. Can't tell.

"me--"

She was so anxious that her eyes were red, but she couldn't say anything.

The sharp edge of the long sword shone cold before her eyes, as if death had come.

At this moment, there was a "click" in my ear.

Something fell to the ground.

This sound seemed like a bit of inspiration. Zhu Feng shook his head and turned his head to see that a fan fell from Nan Yan's hand to the ground.

fan……?

He seemed to think of something in his chaotic mind, and when he turned his head, he saw the pale, panicked little woman who was pressed under him.

His brows tightened: "What are you doing with a fan?!"

It was not until this time that Nan Yan finally recovered his voice: "Maid slave, slave maid came to give your Highness a fan."

"..."

"His Royal Highness just seemed to be a little uncomfortable...so the slave and maid—"

Her voice was trembling constantly, she couldn't even finish a word, but Zhu Feng heard what she said, then looked back at the fan on the ground, but his brows wrinkled even tighter.

Today, he slept a little deeper than usual because he was dreaming.

It was that dream again. He had been puzzled by his own dream since he was sensible. In the dream, he was always deep in a wasteland, and his eyes were full of heavy mist and yellow sand, which made him almost unable to see his fingers.

This kind of dream, every time he enters, it is like a person strangling his throat and suffocating him.

He wanted to get rid of, and even, who never believed in strange powers and gods, he asked He Yi if he could use their Taoist method of exorcising ghosts and suppressing evil spirits to dispel his dream, but He Yi only said that this was his demon. External forces could not disperse him, and he was still attacked by such a nightmare.

But today, the reason why I slept deeper is because that dream seems to have changed.