Nanyan's breath was suffocated, and before she could react, she felt a sinking in her wrist, and the sky swirled, and she was pulled down violently and fell heavily on the bed.

"Ah——!h

Yan Wang's bed was not soft, even a little hard, when she fell like this, her head hit the bed board hard, and she let out a low cry, and her eyes turned black for a while.

When she saw it again, a sharp long sword was already against her throat.

It was the long sword that King Yan put on his pillow, and at that moment just now, he pressed himself under his body and pulled out this long sword with his backhand, and his skills were as fast as lightning.

She shuddered slightly, especially feeling the sharp blade, almost a fraction of a fraction of a minute away from the skin on her neck, and as soon as she moved, the blade would slit her throat.

She said in horror: "Your Highness......"

Zhu Feng covered her, and there seemed to be a flame faintly burning in her deep pupils, and that kind of flame made his breath a little hotter, like the breath of an animal.

He said in a deep voice, "What are you going to do?" ”

“……”

Although he had woken up and accurately pulled out the long sword beside his pillow, his mind seemed to be still trapped in the dream just now, and he couldn't even tell who the person in front of him was.

He just uses the instincts and instincts of a beast to deal with those who are close to him.

As soon as his hand was forced, the blade of the sword was closer to Nan Yan's neck, almost piercing into her skin, Nan Yan trembled and wanted to speak, but because he was too nervous, his throat gurgled, but he couldn't even say a word.

"I-I-"

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

The sharp edge of the long sword flashed with cold light in front of her eyes, as if death had descended.

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

Something fell to the ground.

This sound was like a little spiritual light, Zhu Feng was shocked, and when he turned his head, a fan fell from Nanyan's hand to the ground.

Fan......?

His confused mind seemed to remember something again, and when he looked back, he saw the little woman who was pressed under him, pale and panicked.

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

It was only at this time that Nanyan finally found his voice: "Slave, slave maid, slave maid come to His Highness, fan the cool." ”

“……”

"Your Highness just now, it seems to be a little uncomfortable...... So slaves—"

Her voice kept trembling, and she couldn't even finish a sentence, and when Zhu Feng heard what she said, she looked back at the fan on the ground, but her brows furrowed even tighter.

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

It was that dream again, he had been puzzled by his own dreams since he was sensible, and in the dream, he was always deep in a wasteland, and all in front of him was a heavy fog, and the yellow sand in the sky was so thick that he could barely reach out and lose his fingers.

This kind of dream, every time he entered, it was as if someone had grabbed him by the throat and suffocated him.

He wanted to get rid of it, and even, he never believed in strange powers, and he asked Heyi if he could use their Taoist method of exorcising ghosts and suppressing evil spirits to dispel his dream, but Heyi only said that this was his inner demon, and external forces could not dispel it, and he was still invaded by such a nightmare.

But today, the reason why I slept more deeply was because there seemed to be some changes in that dream.