Jun Mohan's throat rolled hard several times, his heart was trembling, and his whole body was tense all the time.
He couldn't relax, and once he did, he would lose his mind.
I can’t help but love Ajin here.
But I can't, I really can't, this is not the right place.
Moreover, the palace is still very dangerous, and he must ensure Ajin's safety.
But it was obvious that his Ajin was not thinking about these aspects at the moment.
But he was reluctant to let him push Ajin away and keep her rational.
His Ajin should be happy and carefree.
However, because of him, she had to work hard and her heartache could not be expressed at all.
He could only gently stroke Feng Sujin's hair, and said gently: "I am by your side, don't be afraid, it is real, not a dream, nor a lie."
Feng Sujin looked at Jun Mohan with tears in her eyes, "You also know that I often dream?"
She would often dream about Jun Mohan, would often wake up in the middle of the night, and would also be unable to sleep.
Jun Mohan sighed sadly, he was actually by her side most of the time.
It's just that she doesn't know.
Sometimes she woke up in the middle of the night and he was around. He wanted to hug her many times, but his reason made him hold back.
The pain was also indescribable.
Sometimes, he would quietly be in her room, hold her in his arms, smooth her forehead, and only leave after seeing that she was sleeping peacefully and sweetly.
He wasn't going to tell her any of this.
"Be good, don't be afraid, don't worry, I'm here."
After they truly recognized each other, Jun Mohan's emotions had exceeded his reason, so how could he be willing to leave.
It's like tearing out your heart to leave, it hurts so much.
He can't be cruel.
Just let him indulge!
Feng Sujin listened to Jun Mohan's gentle voice, hugged Jun Mohan's neck tighter, and smelled his breath deeply.
It was so good that she could finally be in his arms, in the arms of love, and feel his real breath, not a dream.
Feng Sujin's eyes were sour and she wanted to cry, but there was a smile on her lips.
Just when Feng Sujin was about to say something, suddenly a painful scream seemed to come from above the tunnel.
"ah… "
"Kill me, kill me..."
"Watch him, don't let him hurt himself, watch him..."
"Ah, mother, please kill me, kill me... Others can also hold this position..."
"Son, your illness will be cured. Trust mother, she will be cured when she finds the goddess. If it snows, mother can feel it and she will appear..."
"ah… "
…
The painful and shrill sound from above made people shudder and send chills down their spines.
Feng Sujin's whole body was shaken.
This shrill shouting voice was sometimes a female voice, sometimes a male voice, but they were all the same voice.
Feng Sujin could tell that it belonged to Qingcheng, or maybe the Snake Prince.
She doesn't know what's going on
Feng Sujin's eyes flashed and her expression was solemn. She looked at Jun Mohan and wanted to say something.
Jun Mohan shook his head at her, and then took her to look at the hole above.
Feng Sujin almost exclaimed in surprise when she saw the scene above.
It was as if a mechanism had been activated in the main hall above. There was a snake sculpture platform hanging in the air, and Qingcheng was chained to the platform.
He couldn't move at all, and someone was holding him down and pouring red liquid into his mouth.
Feng Sujin's eyes widened and she looked at this in disbelief. This was a scene she could not imagine.
I didn’t expect to see such a scene in this world. It must be drinking human blood!
No wonder Qingcheng bitterly said that the Snake Prince was actually a monster every time.