The Dragon from Hell

For a moment, Chen Chuqing didn't know whether she should be happy or disappointed.

She held back her sadness and looked away, then turned to An Jiuxiao and forced a smile: "Jiuxiao, it's hard for you to stay here, go and rest for a while, I want to be alone with Qin Feng for a while."

An Jiuxiao saw the sadness in her eyes, and scratched his head with a smile as usual: "Sister-in-law, you are so thoughtful, knowing that I didn't sleep well last night and came to take over. Then I won't be polite, you go and talk to Brother Feng."

Chen Chuqing nodded and watched An Jiuxiao leave.

But she stood at the door of the ward for a long time before she finally mustered up the courage to go in.

Since Qin Feng lay here, during the period when he just fainted, Chen Chuqing, like An Jiuxiao, stayed in the ward without taking off her clothes.

Later, Long Daoling talked to her once, and she finally cheered up and went out to take care of the affairs of Panlong Hall.

She knew that she couldn't be the Dragon Lord, and she didn't have this ambition, but for Qin Feng, she had to hold on.

But later, she didn't dare to step into this ward easily.

Every time she came, she would stand by the bed for a while, and then leave in a hurry.

It seemed that she was afraid that if she looked at him again, the energy that supported her would dissipate.

She walked to the bed and sat down, and what she saw was the familiar eyebrows and eyes of the man.

It's strange to say that Qin Feng has hardly changed since he fainted, except for his weak breathing and white hair.

Most people will change more or less after lying in bed for more than half a year, but Qin Feng didn't.

His face is fresh, his skin color is normal, and he hasn't even lost much weight in the past six months.

It's as if he just fell asleep.

Chen Chuqing reached out and touched Qin Feng's face. The touch of her fingers was warm, and her fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"I have been doing what you told me to do. Aunt and Ke Xin were not involved. They are doing well now. Ke Xin finished the college entrance examination. She..."

As usual, Chen Chuqing began to talk about those things like a running account. She did not mention how heartbroken she was, but just looked at Qin Feng with affection.

"You know, when I went to Hong Kong Island yesterday, I found Palmer's body there. Xuanyuan said that the man who killed Palmer used the same swordsmanship as you. I almost..." Chen Chuqing choked up, looked at Qin Feng's closed eyes, exhaled deeply, and said: "I almost thought it was you."

After that, the ward was silent for a long time, with only the "beeping" sound of medical equipment.

After watching for a long time, the person on the bed was unmoved, so Chen Chuqing laughed at herself: "Look at me, what am I thinking about..."

Then she stood up and helped Qin Feng tidy up the quilt: "Don't worry, I will support everything outside. You take good care of yourself. If... if you really feel sorry for me, just wake up early. I can't handle so many messes by myself."

Chen Chuqing turned and left. She didn't dare to look at him again before closing the door, for fear that she would cry if she looked at him again.

But she didn't notice that after she left, the man on the bed who had been motionless suddenly moved his fingers...

"Uh!"

"What's wrong with you?"

Guan Mo was about to plant a soul-eating Gu in the heart of the white tiger, but when he turned around, he saw Qin Feng was unstable and stumbled for no reason.

If he hadn't been holding the table next to him, he would have almost fallen.

Qin Feng waved his hand to signal him not to come over, and he sat down with his hands on his chest: "Maybe I just came back and I'm not used to it yet, you continue."

In order to prevent Baihu from doing something and having someone pretend to be a saint to contact him, Qin Feng asked Guan Mo to plant a soul-eating Gu on him first.

But just at that moment, he suddenly felt as if his soul was about to be pulled out, and he actually felt a sense of weightlessness as if his soul had left his body.

This feeling made him very uncomfortable, and a lot of pictures appeared in his mind.

First, there was a man who looked exactly like him in the bed. He was connected to various medical devices, and sitting next to him was Chen Chuqing, whom he had been thinking about day and night.

Qin Feng could judge that the person he saw should be the puppet that Guan Mo prepared for him.

But why did he see these?

Before he could figure it out, more and more pictures entered his mind.

The first thing he saw was the snow all over the sky. Dugu Jiujian was covered in blood, holding his sword and anxiously shouting at him: "Qin Feng, Qin Feng, how are you!"

Beside him were the equally embarrassed Lin family grandparents, and not far behind them was a battle between heaven and man.

It was unknown how long this battle lasted, and the wind and snow of the entire Extreme Cold Abyss rushed towards them. The place where they were... seemed to be the main hall of the Wanfo Temple!

The door of the hall was open,The two Wanyous, one black and one white, stood at the entrance of the hall, looking at each other, not knowing what they were saying...

But the scene here quickly jumped and fell into an unfamiliar environment.

The empty church, the sunset, and the praying nun.

It was a scene he had never seen before, and a woman he had never seen before.

The woman had her back to her, and was praying with her head bowed in front of the cross of Christ above.

These pictures were pieced together from fragments, and occasionally he could hear sounds, but most of them were broken pictures that kept flashing through his mind.

The overly noisy pictures made it difficult for him to accept for a while, and he covered his head and knelt on the ground.

That kind of pain was as if someone was forcibly stuffing some memories that did not belong to him into his brain, and there seemed to be a hammer in his temple that kept hitting his head to protest to him.

His brain seemed to be about to explode.

"Ah!"

Guan Mo had just given Baihu the Soul Devouring Gu, and the latter also knelt on the ground in pain.

But when he turned around, Guan Mo saw Qin Feng, who was in more pain than Baihu.

"Oh my god!" He couldn't help but curse, and hurried over to pull Qin Feng up from the ground, and helped him sit on the chair: "What's wrong with you? I didn't put this soul-eating insect on you."

Qin Feng was sweating profusely and couldn't answer his question.

His mind was in a mess now, and the large amount of information made him unable to grasp any key points. It was as if tens of thousands of people were shouting in his mind, making him suffer.

He raised his head suddenly, his eyes were red, and he stared at Guan Mo.

The veins on his neck bulged, and at the same time, the cinnabar on his forehead flowed black and red blood!