An An Feng Xiao

An An was carried into the Medicine Sandalwood Hall.

His whole body was covered in injuries, which was horrible.

Seeing her appearance, several herbal spirits who had taken care of An An couldn't help gasping.

During the day, they all knew that His Highness An An was directly dragged away by Mo Zun Feng Xiao.

But I didn't expect that after sending it back, it would look like this.

When An An was urgently sent to the Xuanhan Ice Pool for treatment, Feng Xiao stood aside so coldly.

In the end, he let those people stop and didn't continue.

Feng Xiao put pressure on everyone in the Tan Hall and gave the order to die, telling them to rescue An An no matter what method they used.

She can't die.

How can she die?

If she died, what would happen to Zhitao's inner alchemy?

Feng Xiao's hands hanging in his sleeves were still trembling, he tried his best not to think about it, An An deserved everything, she asked for it all!

I don't know how long it has passed, the Xuanhan Ice Pool, which was originally calm and waveless, suddenly had ripples, and the number one drug lord Han Xiaoyun, who was dressed in green, finally came out.

Feng Xiao walked over with big strides: "How is it?"

Han Xiaoyun sighed, with tiredness in his eyes: "She was rescued, but she can't be stimulated any more in the future. She doesn't absorb the inner alchemy well, if she continues..."

"It's fine if you can't die." Feng Xiao interrupted Han Xiaoyun coldly.

After An An came out of the Xuanhan Bingtan, she was sent to rest on a jade couch in a special room by the herbal spirits.

Feng Xiao originally planned to leave directly, but he walked uncontrollably towards the room where she was.

When he stood at the door and saw An An, who was pale and suffering, he suddenly held his breath.

Feng Xiao unconsciously walked towards An An's jade couch, and only when he got close did he realize that An An seemed to be trapped by some kind of nightmare.

Her pale lips were opening and closing to say something, but the voice was so small that he couldn't hear it at all.

By accident, Feng Xiao moved closer to her, bent down, and listened attentively——

"...Brother, it hurts..."

Feng Xiao frowned, and just as he was about to get up, he heard her continue: "...don't be afraid...brother Xiao Mo...don't be afraid, Taotao...Taotao protect brother Xiaomo..."

Breathing stopped suddenly!

Feng Xiao's eyes were locked on An An's body!

"...Peach...to protect..."

Bang-!

Feng Xiao uncontrollably pulled An An up, and the moment she opened her eyes suddenly, his eyes cracked and he asked, "An An, tell me who you are! Tell me, who are you?!"

After waking up, An An knew after a moment of daze that she was not dead yet.

After going through so many hardships, she is still alive...

"Who am I?" There was a sneer on her pale lips, but her eyes were filled with stagnant water. She stared at him in silence, "I am An'an, the spiritual bird that killed Hua Zhitao... Have you forgotten, I did it to keep myself alive and killed Hua Zhitao's An An."

The pain all over her body clearly told her what she had experienced before.

The pain made her bite her lower lip tightly, but even so, her voice trembled when she spoke.

As soon as An An's voice fell, Feng Xiao grabbed her long hair and said angrily: "An An! You are courting death!"

dead...?

What is the difference between her now and her death?

"Then you kill me." The voice without the slightest ups and downs made Feng Xiao feel agitated!

"Want to die? Dream! An'an, I will make your life worse than death, and I will make you regret it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw An An away, ignoring her sudden pale face, turned around and left in a rage.

If he wanted to stay any longer, he was afraid that he would really strangle her to death!

After Feng Xiao left, An An turned over with difficulty and got off the jade couch, the pain made her gasp continuously.

She walked towards the stone table in the corner step by step, only the long sword on the table was in her empty eyes...

When she finally picked up the somewhat heavy long sword, there was finally some brilliance in her empty eyes.

She... hurts so much.

It was so painful that she didn't want to live in this world for even a second longer.

Sword unsheathed.

An'an was lucky enough to bring out the light of the inner alchemy, then raised the sword, and swiped the tip of the sword a few times on the place where the faint blue light glowed on his chest.

Take a deep breath and raise your hands.

Aiming at his own chest, he stabbed straight——!

Bang-! !