With a whoosh, Wang Feng reappeared, but in an awkward position, landing right in Jiang Hanxi's arms.
Jiang Hanxi instinctively wanted to dodge, but upon closer inspection, disregarding the bloodstains on Wang Feng's body, she quickly reached out and hugged him.
Jiang Hanxi looked at Wang Feng in her arms, who was covered in blood and had the Ghost Fang mask burned into his face, and felt a chill run down her spine.
His...face!
Jiang Hanxi stared blankly at Wang Feng's face through her white veil and bamboo hat, her heart aching more and more the longer she looked.
Is it because he's disfigured that he doesn't want to see me anymore...?
It has to be said that if Wang Feng knew, he would probably give Jiang Hanxi a thumbs up on the spot; she really has a vivid imagination.
"What a tragedy..."
"Han, Han Xi...cough cough cough! Take...me away..."
These were Wang Feng's last two sentences. He coughed up blood during the second sentence, sounding weak and powerless.
His voice had long since reverted to its original form; he was vomiting blood so badly that he could no longer maintain the voice-changing technique.
At this moment, he just wanted to give up and leave everything to his wife. Jiang Hanxi probably already knew who he was.
Indeed, the bracelet pattern on my wrist and the familiar sound.
And then there's Han Xi; apart from the three Supreme Elders and Wang Feng, no one knows her real name.
At this moment, Jiang Hanxi's expression was obscured by the white veil and hat, but her hands, which were holding Wang Feng, were trembling uncontrollably.
"Another one! Bah! Attack them all! Kill them!"
The cultivator who had chased after them saw that just as he was about to kill one, another appeared, and he spat in anger.
"Wait a moment..."
Jiang Hanxi's voice softened considerably as she gently laid Wang Feng flat on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, she shot forward, and during the blast, a cold sword appeared in Jiang Hanxi's hand.
Wang Feng tilted his head back slightly, biting his tongue as he stared intently at Jiang Hanxi and the others fighting.
It seemed like Jiang Hanxi had an endless array of tricks and magical treasures up her sleeve.
After wiping out the last cultivator at the second level of the Breaking Yuan Realm with his final sword strike, Wang Feng finally grinned, his smile wild and unrestrained.
"Little Dragon, you don't need to anymore, your mother is here..."
Just as Wang Feng finished speaking to Xiao Long in his heart, he gradually felt dizzy and lightheaded. He stopped trying and lay down peacefully.
If Jiang Hanxi still can't safely take him away, then he might as well just die; he's used to dying anyway.
......
As time passed and the battles within the secret realm continued, they did not affect the three people in the cave on the cliff face in the slightest.
At this moment, Wang Feng was lying flat on a smooth rock, with a soft cloth under his body.
The bloodstains on his body had been cleaned up, and his face was now visible.
Every time Jiang Hanxi saw it, her heart ached involuntarily.
She didn't understand what Wang Feng had been doing, that he had turned into this state.
What she didn't notice was that the Ghost Fang mask imprint on Wang Feng's face was exactly the same as the actual Ghost Fang mask she had seen at the entrance to the secret realm.
This time, however, Wang Feng burned his own face, as if he were cursed, looking like a demon.
Wang Feng's consciousness gradually returned, as if he had just woken up.
The moment I regained consciousness, I felt pain all over my body, except for Kun Kun, whom I was protecting!
Suddenly, he felt a warm towel being placed on his face and gently wiping it.
Moreover, he felt as if there was something in his chest healing his wounds, making him feel warm all over.
Wang Feng could easily guess who was on his chest and wiping his face.
After the towel was used to wipe his face, a loud splashing sound was heard, as if the towel was being wrung out.
Wang Feng instinctively tried to lift his eyelids, but his eyes were as if glued shut, trembling wildly, and he just couldn't open them.
Open your eyes!
Wang Feng was going crazy. He just wanted to see what Jiang Hanxi looked like right now. Couldn't he even grant such a small request?
At that moment, a warm, tender hand gently covered Wang Feng's eyes, its warmth making him feel relaxed.
"Be good, don't move."
Jiang Hanxi's voice was very soft, so soft that it didn't sound like Jiang Hanxi herself; it was as if she were coaxing a child.
Moreover, as if afraid that Wang Feng couldn't hear her, she leaned close to his ear and spoke, while her warm palms gently rested on Wang Feng's eyes.
This made Wang Feng very eager, especially the gentle sound of Jiang Hanxi's voice in his ear, which was really unbearable.
Actually, Jiang Hanxi had no choice; Wang Feng had been like this for days.
Only when she coaxed him softly like that would Wang Feng gradually calm down.
Even now, Jiang Hanxi still thinks that Wang Feng hasn't woken up yet, and that he's just feeling subconsciously uncomfortable, just like he has been those days.
Feeling the comfort of having his eyes covered, Wang Feng gradually relaxed and then remained still.
After a long while, the warm hand on his face finally released its grip, and Wang Feng immediately tried to struggle to sit up.
Even with all his strength, his skin only trembled slightly at most.
Jiang Hanxi noticed Wang Feng's contorted face tighten slightly and assumed he was in pain again.
He quickly took out some top-grade spiritual energy, pried open Wang Feng's lips, and poured it in. Wang Feng knew his physical condition and wanted to swallow it as well.
But his mind wanted to swallow, but his throat wouldn't allow it; his Adam's apple wouldn't even move as he wished.
Just then, Wang Feng suddenly felt something soft pressing against his lips.
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