After the good boy went crazy

That gaze was so cold that Huan Ji's body froze.

This feeling is like an instinctive reaction engraved deep in the soul, making Huan Ji stiff and unable to move, as if facing the prey of a natural enemy.

Seeing that Huan Ji had been intimidated, Zeng Yan withdrew her mind.

He continued to knead Huan Ji's waist.

This one feels surprisingly good.Zeng Yan has never had such a tactile sensation before, it is so flexible that he subconsciously wants to hold it in his hand forever.

Huan Ji has a unique body fragrance on his body.

It's like being dug out just now in the cold peak where the ice and snow have been living all year round.

Huan Ji had already reacted at this time.

His face was extremely ugly, and he instinctively wanted to attack Zeng Yan.

But Yan Yan seemed to be able to guess what Huan Ji would do next, he looked down at Huan Ji and said, "If you can afford the price of doing it, you can try."

Huan Ji's hand stopped.

Although it was just an understatement, coupled with Zen Yan's pair of pitch-black eyes, that oppressive force instantly swept over Huan Ji's heart.

He was silent for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and withdrew his hand.

The system silently ate a grape.

The ministers following Zeng Yan looked at each other when they saw the scene, but no one said anything.

The guards dared not say anything.

Zen Yan's hand fell on Huanji's back unknowingly, he pulled Huanji closer to him, and then abruptly urged the horse under him to go towards the forest ahead.

Apart from fighting, Zen Yan likes hunting the most.

Although the Little Khan King in his hand is quite fun, he still picked up the bow and arrow.

After getting the bow and arrow, Zeng Yan's momentum changed instantly.

He half-closed his eyes and looked towards the sky, his eyes overflowing with a bit of chilling coldness.

Phantom Festival: "..."

The phantom festival sitting posture at this time is very awkward.

It's not the kind of sitting on the horse's back with legs spread apart, but it's like sitting on the horse's back halfway. His focus is on Yan Yan in front of him. As long as the horse runs away, he may jump from the horse's back. slide down.

But Yan Yan didn't care about the phantom festival at all.

He even said that he seemed to have forgotten the phantom sacrifice on his horse, and just rode on the horse with an arrow in his hand and watched the movement around him.

When a prey is found, it is an arrow that pierces through the air.

The guard hurried to pick it up.

Huan Ji's face was livid, he barely held onto Zen Yan's skirt to balance himself.

In the end he couldn't bear it anymore.

He looked at the surrounding environment, thinking that he would jump off when the horse was not running fast.

But he didn't expect the horse to stop under such circumstances.

This is a very long wooden bridge, about 100 meters long.Moreover, there are gaps in the middle of the wooden boards. Although the gaps are not too big, there is an abyss under the wooden bridge!

People are afraid to walk over, let alone ride a horse!

The surroundings are all gray and white mist, and it is impossible to see the surroundings and the bottom of the cliff clearly, which arouses people's fear even more.

If it is an ordinary horse, it is definitely not enough.

But the horse under Zeng Yan seemed to have been here many times, so he got on the wooden bridge skillfully.

Phantom Festival: "..."

Hearing the creaking sound of wooden planks, Huan Ji's face became paler.

Huan Ji trembled a little.

The main reason is that in his current posture, it is too easy to fall.Moreover, after maintaining his balance for a long time, Huan Ji lost more than half of his strength, and his arms were sore.

It is very likely that one will fall if he can't hold himself.

Zeng Yan noticed something strange.

Because Feng Jihan in his arms was trembling slightly.Although it couldn't be seen from the expression, the slightly trembling body still revealed the fear of the phantom sacrifice.

"Are you afraid of this place?" Zeng Yan asked.

Huan Ji tried hard to calm down, and reluctantly shook his head.

Zen Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the next second, he suddenly gave the horse a whip, and the horse ran forward frantically.

This made Huan Ji's face completely pale.

He instinctively grasped Zeng Yan, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

"Are you scared?" Zeng Yan raised Huan Ji's jaw with a whip.

Huan Ji's eyelash feathers were wet with sweat, clusters stuck together, looking very pitiful.

"Hold Gu if you're afraid." Zeng Yan said slowly.

After speaking, he controlled the horse and continued to walk forward, at a faster speed.

The ministers behind Zeng Yan did not follow.

Because they also have weak legs.

In other words, any normal person would probably have weak legs on this wooden bridge, but only Yan Yan was not afraid of the danger of falling off the cliff if he didn't pay attention.

Originally, Zeng Yan wanted to go to another mountain to hunt.

This is his habit.

But seeing Huanji was so scared, so he didn't go to another mountain, but let the horse go back to the wooden bridge.

But he didn't want to go back.

Instead, let the horse walk back and forth on this cliff wooden bridge, and then walk back when it reaches the end.

Huan Ji's face had lost all color.

His body was very stiff, like a stiff corpse.

Zen Yan looked at Huan Ji in front of him, he put Huan Ji on the horse's back, and then continued to knead Huan Ji's waist with his fingers, he liked the touch very much.

Huan Ji didn't move.

He just held Yan Yan's arm tremblingly, without any other movements.

Zen Yan's hand stroked Huan Ji's face again.

Huan Ji still didn't move.

He seemed to be frozen, no matter what Zen Yan did, he didn't resist.

Because the bridge was surrounded by a gray mist, no one could see what was happening on it.

"What's your name?" Zeng Yan said in a deep voice.

Huan Ji clenched his fingers tightly.

At this moment, the phantom sacrifice has no ability to think, and his mind is full of bottomless cliffs below.

Seeing that Huan Ji didn't answer, Zeng Yan's face turned slightly cold.

He suddenly grasped the phantom offering, and immediately after that, phantom jest's body was suspended outside the wooden bridge, as soon as Zeng Yan let go of the phantom offering, the phantom offering would fall instantly.

At this time, Huan Ji was really frightened.

"What's your name?" Zeng Yan continued to ask.

"... Huan, Huan Ji." Huan Ji's thin lips moved, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

In fact, Huan Ji no longer knew what he was talking about.

He just instinctively followed the other person's answer.

"...Phantom Festival." Zeng Yan murmured the name.Then he brought back the phantom sacrifice again, the whole movement was smooth and smooth, which shows how strong he is.

Huan Ji returned to the back of the horse and hugged Zen Yan.

Zen Yan didn't like others being so close to him, he said lightly: "Relax."

Huan Ji didn't dare to disobey him.

After hearing this, he instinctively relaxed a little, but nervously grabbed the horse under him.

The horse moved its head and seemed a little unhappy.

Zen Yan frowned when she felt the temperature in front of her become slightly cooler.He gave the horse under him a whip, and the horse suddenly accelerated and ran forward.

Sure enough, Huan Ji hugged Zeng Yan again.

This is an instinctive reaction to danger.

【Fortunately, you don't have a heart attack. ] The system sighed.

But even if he didn't have a heart attack, Huan Ji's spirit had reached its peak after this lap.

Zeng Yan felt some moisture in front of her body.

He looked down, and it turned out that King Khan who was buried in his arms was crying.

Huan Ji's eyes were blurred, and his eyelashes were all wet with tears.These are the physical tears of Huan Ji, which cannot be controlled.And this scene also touched a certain place in Zeng Yan's heart.

"You look so beautiful when you cry." Zeng Yan said in a deep voice.

The system was shocked when it heard this sentence, because saying this sentence represented a soft heart.

It thought that the opponent would cast a phantom sacrifice.

Who would have thought that Yan Yan looked at Huan Ji and said, "Keep crying."

system:【……】

After Huan Ji returned to the station from the hunting ground, he set fire to it.

The explanation given by the medical hall was excessive panic.

Can you not be too frightened?Anyone who came to such an experience would probably be scared to death.

but……

The system feels a little weird.

It stands to reason that the Phantom Sacrifice is a Chaos God and shouldn't be afraid of cliffs or anything, even if he has no memory.Could it be that he had some psychological shadow before?

But then again.

This male protagonist is a bit ruthless.

His aura is too full, most people can't bear it, there is always an invisible oppressive force.

I don't know what kind of god he is.

Just when the system was bored thinking about it, Huan Ji finally made a movement and moved his eyelashes.

Several days have passed by now.

Tomorrow is the time for the tribal envoy to return.

[Host, how are you?all right? 】The system said.

【fine. 】Huan Ji whispered.

【You have been having nightmares these days.Hey, here's something delicious to make you feel better. ] After speaking, the system gave Huanji a small piece of chocolate.

Huan Ji stared at the thing in his hand for a while.

[Eat it quickly, it will melt in a while! 】The system said.

【……Um. 】

Huanji looked at the chocolate, then took a bite hesitantly.

[How is it, is it delicious? 】

【Um. 】

【Then you feel better? 】The system asked carefully.

It's afraid that the phantom festival will really be depressed by the male lead.

Huan Ji gave a weak reply.

In fact, Huan Ji just woke up and hasn't come to his senses yet. He is not so easily intimidated, and he has almost recovered now.

"King Khan."

Fengji's general just came in to check on King Khan's situation, and when he saw King Khan woke up, he became excited immediately.

Huan Ji nodded slightly.

"King Khan! You finally woke up, and all the subordinates are worried about you."

"Ben Khan is fine."

The general nodded, and then continued: "Khan, many envoys have already left Yongchao, only some who are ready to surrender are still hesitating, should we leave or?"

"Leave first." Huan Ji said in a deep voice.

"promise."

"Wait." Huan Ji stopped the general who was about to leave again.

The general turned around suspiciously.

"You make arrangements and leave today to return to the tribe."

"Today?" The general was stunned.

"Yes, today."

"But today's talk is too hasty, and the soonest I can finish cleaning up will be at night." The general wondered.

"Then set off overnight, don't delay, go."

Seeing King Khan's uncompromising eyes, the general replied respectfully after hesitating for a moment.

Only then did Huan Ji heave a sigh of relief.

He closed his eyes heavily, then reluctantly got up and picked up his robe and put it on.

The phantom festival made people hand over the surrender form to the palace.

Chute and Rouna were also given [-] gold each to manage the ups and downs.

After all the arrangements were made, Huan Ji got on the horse.

There is only one thing in Huan Ji's mind now, and that is to return to the tribe as soon as possible.

The subordinates moved very quickly.

Because there is no such thing as a tribute this time, there is no need for such troubles as before.

"Departure." Huan Ji ordered.

"promise."

Everyone got on the horse with Da Khan, and then headed for the outside of the city.