fall into enemy hands

Xia Fan doesn't know why everyone likes to lock him in a cage, and it's still special. Does he look like a canary?

I don't know what the little ghost king's hobby is, but this cage is actually golden, different from the square cage of the leader, this is an enlarged version of the bird cage, the cage is covered with soft cushions, and Xia Fan sits alone in the center of the cage.

Brought here by a flash, Xia Fan didn't know whether this was the human world or underground, he just felt that the surrounding Yin Qi surrounded him impenetrably, the air was gradually thinning, chest tightness and shortness of breath made Xia Fan gasp for breath, his chest became smaller and smaller quickly ups and downs.

The Little Ghost King admired Xia Fan from the outside, who was like a fairy and elf locked in a dungeon. His eyes were covered with a layer of gray mist, and he was lying on his side weakly on the mat because he couldn't breathe the air he needed. The skirt of the clothes is held together by his white hands; Xia Fan and the cage form a sharp contrast and unexpected harmony.

The little ghost king shook his head and sighed, finally he couldn't bear it, "What do you like? You can tell me."

Xia Fan was already unable to talk, thinking in his heart that if he stayed here for a night, he might never wake up again. The little ghost king caught him and didn't kill him. Instead, he made a lot of folk gadgets and piled them in the cage for him he plays.

Xia Fan is probably the most "favored" prisoner in history.

The little ghost king was just grabbing a black cat and putting it in a cage for him. Xia Fan didn't know what time it was, but with his meager strength, he grabbed the hem of the black robe that the little ghost king was about to leave. The little ghost king paused and turned back to look at him .

Xia Fan pulled the hem of his clothes and barely sat up, his eyes were no longer clear, hiding turbidity and confusion, his mind was not clear, and he sat dizzy for a long time, when the little ghost king leaned down slightly to speak, Xia Fan finally spoke. In the feeling of dizziness like eating poisonous mushrooms, I found the black robe and cloak of the little ghost king.

Xia Fan half-closed his eyes and stared straight at the black robe and cloak that he couldn't see the face of the little ghost king. In the eyes of the little ghost king, it seemed that he was staring at his own disguised eyes. Seeing through the illusion, he doesn't have any real feelings, but if he is in a human body, he can probably feel the heartbeat at that moment.

"What do you want?" After a long time, Xia Fan asked him weakly.

Of course it was to absorb all his aura and take away his panacea.Take out his holy and immaculate three souls and seven souls and refine them into holy water to drink. In order not to waste it, it is best to make this good skin into a puppet for him to enjoy, and when he gets tired of it, he can cook it and eat it Lose.

This is already merciful, because he is so obedient and so likable, Zhan Feng has hurt him a few times, and he will not be blamed for showing mercy!

But if the little ghost king speaks out, if he is frightened, mortals full of fear will not like it at all.Of course he wants to give him wonderful fantasies.

"No, I can't bear you."

Xia Fan knew that the idiom of Lianzhao Lianpian was probably groundless, and he didn't ask the bottom line. He pulled out the dagger from the back of his waist; the little ghost king thought he was going to assassinate him beyond his control, and was about to condense a cloud of dark energy under the black claws to accompany him I was playing, but I saw Xia Fan handing out the dagger tremblingly, "Help me... give Zhan Feng..."

Even if a person dies, his things are still there, maybe he can leave a ray of soul on him, and follow him to travel in the mountains and rivers, across the mountains and rivers.

If the little ghost king is not clear-headed, he may take it with pity; but he is a rogue, and he must not let Zhan Feng know that Xia Fan died at his hands, and he must wipe everything Xia Fan in the ghost city. He is a greedy, bloodthirsty and ruthless ghost, he doesn't need to care about other things, but he is not crazy enough to provoke Yunshan because of a mortal.

Even if this mortal body is faintly exuding spiritual energy, it can be regarded as a dragon and a phoenix among human beings.

The little ghost king straightened up, gently squeezed his black robe out of Xia Fan's hand in a rare way, and then said lightly: "Whatever you do for him is yours, take a good rest!"

The longer Xia Fan stayed here, the less energy he had. Xia Fan fell heavily back on the mat, and the black cat caught by the little ghost king to play with him meowed twice cautiously, approached Xia Fan's hand and gently sniffed it. After sniffing and licking, he rubbed his forehead against Xia Fan's forehead, and kept meowing softly for Xia Fan.

Xia Fan finally lost his mind, he just moved his hands tremblingly, and murmured in a daze: "Zhan Feng...to Zhan Feng..."

The black cat sniffed the dagger in Xia Fan's hand, licked Xia Fan's fingertips, and jumped out of the cage lightly, its black fur hidden in the darkness, silently.