From her perspective, a red and blue dragon head totem with a gold background was clearly imprinted on it.
This dragon head totem and the one on Wang Feng's body are not unrelated, but rather exactly the same.
Jiang Hanxi was so familiar with this dragon head totem that she could spot even the slightest difference.
Because Wang Feng, that exhibitionist, had taken off his clothes countless times, and was now jumping around in front of her wearing only a pair of brightly colored floral shorts.
But Jiang Hanxi still didn't want to believe it. She slowly reached out her divine sense and touched the dragon head totem. A surge of icy spiritual power instantly flowed into it.
Suddenly, the little dragon inside Wang Feng's body sensed a familiar presence and cried out in delight, "Mother!"
Upon hearing that extremely familiar voice, Jiang Hanxi was stunned and had no choice but to believe that this was Wang Feng's eighth incarnation!
[Ding, Emperor's Corpse Return Rate: 50%]
Unfortunately, Wang Feng was sleeping soundly like a dead pig, hugging Jiang Hanxi's leg, making smacking noises as if he were eating something.
"Why...?"
Hearing that familiar child's voice, Jiang Hanxi felt her consciousness go haywire, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.
Jiang Hanxi ignored the familiar, adorable voice of a little girl coming from inside the Emperor's corpse, her heart trembling uncontrollably.
"Is he... playing... me?"
Jiang Hanxi lowered her head and muttered to herself listlessly, her consciousness returning to her body.
Looking at Wang Feng's head resting on her lap, she raised her slender hand... and brought it down!
She couldn't bring herself to do it! ...She just couldn't bring herself to do it...
Jiang Hanxi gently placed her palm on his handsome face and stroked it lightly twice, her heart pounding with a sense of suffocation.
At this moment, Jiang Hanxi just wanted to leave immediately and didn't want to see Wang Feng again.
Looking at the delicate red string on her wrist, Jiang Hanxi felt a warm, itchy sensation on her face, and her breathing became a little labored.
She raised her hand to wipe it, ignoring the wet patch on the back of her hand, and reached out to pull away Wang Feng's hands that were wrapped around her legs.
"release!"
Jiang Hanxi's voice was extremely cold, and her whole body exuded a fierce aura, as if she was about to explode at any moment.
Drunk, Wang Feng had no idea about letting go or not; he just felt that the object in his arms was fragrant, soft, and warm, and it felt very comfortable to hold.
Jiang Hanxi reached out and used all her strength to pry Wang Feng's fingers apart one by one, then stood up and disappeared in a flash.
Suddenly, only Wang Feng was left lying on the ground, dazed and sound asleep.
Jiang Hanxi tried her best to calm her suppressed emotions, turned around and walked towards the array barrier.
He drew his cold sword and thrust it forward with all his might, as if venting his anger.
Why did that bastard lie to her?!
Why do I still want to get close to her after dying so many times?!
Jiang Hanxi felt a pang of bitterness and tightness in her chest, as if her heart was being squeezed by a hand.
The tip of the cold sword collided with the barrier, and with a deafening boom, a white circle erupted.
In an instant, Jiang Hanxi felt her soul tremble, her head spin, and she shook her throbbing head, her mind incoherent.
Jiang Hanxi lost her balance and fell to the ground. She quickly sat up cross-legged to stabilize her swaying soul.
The barrier only rippled slightly before disappearing completely, without any damage.
This is the formation that Wang Feng carefully selected after careful consideration.
It's specifically designed to guard against the remnant soul of the Illusionary Heavenly Emperor, as it can cause powerful backlash damage to the soul.
After all, he was once an emperor, and should not be underestimated.
Unexpectedly, it has now become a major force in restricting Jiang Hanxi.
The rebound of the shock caused Wang Feng, who was fast asleep nearby, to suddenly feel a splitting headache.
Already dizzy from drinking, he was jolted by the shock and immediately collapsed to the ground, clutching his head and letting out a howl:
"ah!!!"
He is the one controlling the formation, and this situation should perhaps be called: backlash!
Because he wasn't focused on controlling the formation and had been drinking, the barrier was attacked from the inside.
Therefore, it suffered a very strong backlash, and the soul in the mind trembled incessantly.
Hearing screams from not far away, Jiang Hanxi was so startled that she forgot everything else.
Ignoring the turmoil in her mind, she got up and staggered toward Wang Feng.
"ah!......!"
Wang Feng clutched his head and rolled on the ground, the feeling of being drunk and having a splitting headache was extremely uncomfortable.
Moreover, this Saint-level formation was already the limit of what he could control, so the backlash was multiplied.
His face gradually turned pale, and his lips slowly began to turn white.
"Ouch! It hurts so much!! What the hell is that?!"
Wang Feng suddenly opened his bloodshot, throbbing eyes, clutching his head and staring blankly upwards.
He was completely confused about the situation and could only feel a throbbing in his head.
Suddenly, everything went black before Wang Feng's eyes, and his trembling body fell into the warm embrace of a delicate woman.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to turn out like this..."
A gentle, aloof, and slightly hoarse voice reached Wang Feng's ears, trying its best to soothe him with a gentle tone.
But Wang Feng only felt a terrible headache and couldn't hear anything. He struggled wildly in Jiang Hanxi's arms.
After a while, Wang Feng slowly stopped moving, and Jiang Hanxi hurriedly checked on his condition.
Thank goodness... thank goodness she only fainted...
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