Nan Yan's breath was suffocated. Before she could react, she felt a heavy weight on her wrist and the world was spinning. She was pulled down suddenly and fell heavily onto the bed.

"ah!"

King Yan's bed was not soft, and was even a little hard. When she fell down like this, her head hit the bed board hard, causing her to let out a low cry, and her eyesight went black for a while.

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

It was the long sword that King Yan placed beside his pillow. At that moment, he pressed himself under his body and pulled out the long sword with his backhand, as fast as lightning.

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

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

Zhu Feng covered her body, and there seemed to be flames burning faintly in his deep eyes. The flames made his breath add a bit of hotness, like an animalistic breath.

He said in a deep voice: "What do you want to do?"

"..."

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

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

When he exerted force with his hand, the sword edge got closer to Nan Yan's neck, almost piercing into her skin. Nan Yan trembled and wanted to speak, but because she was too nervous, her throat rattled, and she couldn't even say a word.

Can't even tell.

"I me"

She was so anxious that her eyes were red, but she could not speak.

The sharp edge of the sword flashed coldly in front of her eyes, as if death was coming.

At this moment, a "pop" sound came from my ears.

Something fell to the ground.

This sound was like a flash of inspiration. Zhu Feng was shocked, and when he turned around, a fan fell from Nan Yan's hand to the ground.

fan……?

He seemed to have thought of something again in his confused mind. When he turned around again, he saw clearly the pale and panic-stricken little woman who was pressed under him.

His brows furrowed even more: "What are you doing with the fan?!"

It was only then that Nan Yan finally found his voice: "Slave, slave, come and give His Highness a fan."

"..."

"Your Highness just seemed a little uncomfortable...so slave"

Her voice kept trembling and she couldn't even finish a sentence. When Zhu Feng heard what she said, he looked back at the fan on the ground and frowned even more.

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

It was that dream again, a dream that had puzzled him ever since he was sensible. In the dream, he was always in a wilderness, with heavy fog and yellow sand all over the sky, almost making him unable to see his fingers.

Every time he entered this kind of dream, it was as if someone was holding him by the throat, suffocating him.

He wanted to get rid of it. He even asked He Yi, who never believed in strange powers and chaos, if he could use their Taoist methods to exorcise ghosts and suppress evil spirits to dispel this dream of his, but He Yi only said that it was his inner demon.

No external force could dispel it, and he was still invaded by such nightmares.
Chapter completed!