"Father... Father... You won't blame me... You won't blame me... Isn't it......" There was an intermittent, panicked dream sound. Who is this voice? It is Feiling, who has been in a deep coma for more than half a month.

His hands were waving restlessly, and he was already sweating profusely on his forehead. Constantly struggling, constantly writhing, as if in a nightmare and unable to extricate himself, until the next second, a pair of warm hands brushed his forehead.

"Feiling... Feiling... Wake up... You can't continue to drill the horns, so you will never be able to get out!" The voice was full of anxiety, but it also gave Fei Ling a sense of relief. Gradually, the panic calmed down.

I don't know how long it took, in a very fierce struggle for Feiling, he opened his eyes a little weakly, if it wasn't for that warm light that appeared in time, I'm afraid he would really be swallowed by his own darkness.

What caught his eye was a familiar face, and it was also a face that surprised him. With an unconcealable worry and concern on his delicate face, he kept staring at him closely, seeing that he seemed to regain his senses, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're finally awake...... How do you feel now? Are you feeling better? Your spiritual power, as well as your true qi, have been consumed to a limit. In addition, the pressure this time was really unbearable, so I fell into a deep coma!"

In the past ten days, everything has been calm in the outside world. What many cultivators talked about and praised was Feiling's spirit of sacrifice and his spirit of selfless dedication. Single-handedly neutralized all the poisonous mist.

But they all only saw the glory of Feiling, but they didn't see the pain behind him. Destroying his father's spirit with his own hands, and seeing with his own eyes that his father's divine consciousness had lost the last trace of his essence, this kind of pain is not something ordinary people can bear. Feiling not only carried it down, but also took care of protecting everyone.

When the last trace of his spiritual power was exhausted, he subconsciously felt a sense of relief. But he also knew that his mission was not yet complete, and he could not just fall like this.

In a deep coma, he seemed to have gone through a terrible whole life. Almost on the verge of collapse, his father's shadow kept flickering in front of his eyes, as if telling him all the time that his father was destroyed by his own hands!

"How could you...... White Girl...... How could you?" finally reacted, how could Bai Qiuyan return to normal? Reluctantly sat up, and when he saw the person behind Bai Qiuyan, he understood.

The corners of his mouth raised a helpless wry smile: "It seems that my father's sacrifice is still worth it, and the holy daughter has also woken up, but how can I be embarrassed by the love of a son of man? Why don't you let me continue to be unconscious?"

A gust of palm wind whistled, and Feiling instantly felt a hot and sharp pain. Stared at Ruan Linlin in disbelief, but the latter was very calm: "How long are you going to drill the horns of the bull? Don't you feel naïve to preconceive about something? Feiling, why did your father do this, don't you understand?"

Just then, there was a noise outside. The most obvious was a familiar aura, followed by an angry voice: "Presumptuous! You are simply too presumptuous! Do you know what kind of place this is, what is the noise!"

"Huh...... What qualifications do you have to give orders here? What qualifications do you have to occupy the position of this emperor? Where were you when the poisonous mist struck? Why didn't you really make a move?"

Many cultivators and people from the rivers and lakes gathered in the Tai Chi Hall, and they were actually confronting Nan Yao. They now want to see Feiling, and everyone thinks that only Feiling is qualified to sit on the throne of the emperor.

With his fists clenched, he grabbed the armrest of the dragon chair and made a creaking sound, and Nan Yao forcibly endured his angry emotions. The figure flashed and appeared in the middle of everyone: "I have already said, your mood is understandable, but Feiling is still in a coma, and it is impossible for him to come out to see you." If you continue to mess around, don't blame me for being rude!"

The aura changed suddenly, and Nan Yao's hands had already condensed a ball of fiery energy. There was a strange energy in his breath that was gradually affecting his mood, but perhaps even he didn't know it.

Shocked by this aura, everyone subconsciously retreated to the rear. But in the next second, I saw an afterimage flashing, and a person was restrained and slowly held up: "Aren't you used to living a peaceful life?"

"Stop!" Suddenly, a coquettish voice came, and Ruan Linlin waved his hand to save the man. A wave of soul power spread, enveloping Nan Yao, who shook his head violently, and seemed to become sober.

Ruan Linlin walked past him and glanced at him with suspicion. Since when did Nan Yao's temper become so uncontrollable? and so irritable? And what is this aura in him......

Because as a new generation of soul saints, he is very sensitive to the strange perception in the soul. Therefore, although the abnormality on Nan Yao's body was very weak, he still couldn't escape Lin Linda's induction: "Could it be ......?"

Not only Ruan Linlin, but even Nan Yao himself was in a trance. Back on the dragon chair, try to calm down: "Okay, you guys go back first." After Feiling is fully recovered, it will naturally be seen. ”

A farce of many Jianghu people temporarily subsided after Linlin's appearance. It was dark again, and in Nan Yao's separate secret room, I saw that his eyes were closed, his hands were sealed, and he was practicing pranayama.

But this time, the pranayama is very different from usual. Because this time it is difficult to adjust the state and completely enter the calm. The breath circulates indiscriminately, and no matter how much it is suppressed, it cannot achieve the clarity of the Lingtai.

"Who are you, what do you want to do, what do you want to do?" Nan Yao muttered to himself with his eyes closed. The hands are constantly shaking, and they may collapse at any time, but that's not the point.

"Haha...... Who am I? Who do you say I am? Am I not you? Is it yourself? Do you not even know yourself? Are you very unwilling now? Very unconvinced? But you can't say it explicitly?"

The seal suddenly dispersed, and a strange aura surged around Nan Yao's body: "No, you are talking nonsense, why do you think so? I can't take your turn to point fingers!"

"Is this really the case? How long can you call yourself me? Do you dare to say that you are not unwilling? The world that you have won back with great difficulty is about to be taken away by a little hairy child, are you really willing?"

Struggle, it's a struggle deep inside. I don't know how long it will last. If Nan Yao can successfully suppress it, then it will be a success. If he couldn't suppress it, then his aura would become more and more violent.

This scene has been observed by a pair of eyes outside the door. But even in a situation that was no longer out of her control, she did not intervene. This observation is just to find out whether her suspicions are right or not. Now it seems, it is!

(End of chapter)