Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

The iron chain was tightened slowly around the neck, and the tightening became tighter.

Nan Yan could not breathe.

Her face was flushed red, and in her sight, the hideous faces of the jailers gradually became blurred, and the cold laughter seemed to be coming from far away-from hell.

She couldn't feel anything anymore.

However, Zhu Feng's face flashed in his mind for some reason.

She remembered how he walked through the sea of ​​fire and walked in front of her; she remembered how he was angry and yelling at herself; she remembered how he rushed to the camp of the Yue State, and single-handedly led him out of the cave...

His appearance slowly blurred.

Is everything going to end like this?

Nan Yan clenched his teeth hard, and even the hand that was about to be broken by the iron chain kept clenching hard.

The jailers were also a little surprised. This girl looked soft and weak, but she was so stubborn that she didn't say a word at this time.

But Concubine Kang's order to die, no one can resist.

Thinking of this, the strength in their hands has increased a bit.

At this time, Nan Yan's limbs and bodies were already chilling, and her eyes turned black, but her ears kept ringing with her heavy breathing and heartbeat.

There was another voice coming from a distance.

It's the sound of a person's footsteps.

The familiar sound of footsteps, from far to near, was eager and heavy, as if every step was on her heart. She raised her head and saw a tall dark figure rushing in, grabbing a jailer. Throw it to the side wall.

"what--!"

With a stern cry, Nan Yan's consciousness was summoned from the darkness.

The chain was loosened suddenly, and a large amount of cold air suddenly penetrated into her nose and into her body. She coughed vigorously, and her sight slowly recovered.

As soon as he looked up, he saw that several jailers had been knocked to the ground.

As soon as the chain was loosened, she was like a puppet that had lost her traction, and fell softly.

A pair of warm and powerful hands hugged her at once.

She fell into his arms.

Looking up, he saw the resolute face, Zhu Feng's eyes were red, watching her fall in his arms, dying, almost fragile and weak.

The wound on her body is still bleeding.

Just now, at just that moment, he broke in and knocked down the jailers who were about to put her to death. If it weren't for that moment, he had just arrived, maybe she had already -

However, she didn't even say a word.

He could see her clenching her teeth, looking straight at herself.

But I couldn't hear a gasp.

Just looking at myself, as if waiting for something stubbornly.

"..."

Zhu Feng looked at her gaze, at this moment, he seemed to understand something.

He also gritted his teeth.

After a long while, his voice hoarsely said: "I, believe you!"

"..."

After saying this, the slender body that was already chilling in his arms trembled abruptly. Then, those eyes that were staring at him stubbornly filled with tears, like beads with a broken thread. The big ones rolled down.

The next moment, a low whimper came from his arms.

Nan Yan's clenched teeth finally let go at this moment, she slowly buried her head in his arms, crying.

Tears immediately wetted his chest.

I believe you.

With this sentence, everything is enough!