Lin Yingkong's eyes were always uncomfortable, and he chatted with Feng Rong, but as he was chatting, Feng Rong, who was extremely tired, closed his eyes and slowly leaned on Lin Yingkong's shoulder and fell asleep.

Lin Yingkong did not wake him up, but instead changed his position to make him sleep more comfortable.

Listening to the sound of breathing that was so close, although Lin Yingkong felt very tired himself, he had a strange sense of tranquility inside, which made him feel relaxed.

This feeling was like being soaked in warm water, warm and soft all over his body. The fatigue of rushing to the road and fighting against the cruel environment of Death disappeared without a trace. He almost wanted to rub Feng Rong into his body so that he could keep this feeling longer.

Lin Yingkong gently stroked Feng Rong's hair, and Feng Rong continued to sleep unconsciously. The two of them covered with blankets, their hands and feet intertwined each other like branches of big trees under the ground. Lin Yingkong felt the trust and dependence of his minister and couldn't help but smile.

When Lin Yingkong saw Baili Mengyan, his brother-in-law and former rival, his love rival, he was not very comfortable. Although it was not good to be jealous at this critical moment of life and death, he just couldn't control it.

It is said that true love will be seen in times of adversity. After this meeting, his minister and Baili Mengyan obviously had a lot of tacit understanding. Lin Yingkong didn't think they would be revived. He had not made Baili Mengyan feel any beautiful feelings for him in the past ten years, and it was even more impossible now. Lin Yingkong also had confidence in his relatives, but he had confidence, but he still had no less jealousy at all.

The minister is so good, how can he not be imprisoned?

Fortunately, since he appeared, Feng Rong has been focusing on him, and Lin Yingkong is inevitably a little fluttering. After all, Baili Mengyan and the minister had a blood relationship, and it was the white moonlight cinnabar mole that he had never forgotten. However, Feng Rong was obviously better for him. If he had no emotion or excitement at all, it would be strange.

Lin Yingkong couldn't help but lean over and kiss Feng Rong's lips.

Although the famous Minister of Angry is cold and cold, when he likes someone, he can really give people a sense of security at all times. It is said that those who love first suffer losses, but Lin Yingkong never felt this way. This shows that Feng Rong’s feelings for him are really not fake at all.

What to do? I'm so happy. I want to show off and abuse the dog...

Feng Rong didn't know the excitement and excitement of his assistant. He was dreaming, but he knew very well that he was in the dream, but he was just tired and could not wake up.

Dreams are similar to ordinary dreams. The perspective and the surrounding background are a little confused, full of mottled light spots. He is walking on a continent, overlooking the earth, as if aimless, as if he is untiring. The sea and mulberry fields change in their eyes, turning and starry swinging in the sky. He seems to be the Creator staring at the world he created, but also like the bystanders of the times watching the long river rolling in time.

He didn't know how long he had been away, nor did he know why he was leaving. The strange eternal loneliness began to fill his heart, squeezing his lungs, making him unable to breathe.

It is a kind of loneliness abandoned by time and all living things, which stretches endlessly in the bones and makes people feel cold.

Feng Rong seemed to be able to feel the sorrow and pain of spending thousands of years alone. Life is not like life, and death is not like death. It is like a transparent ghost. Although he is clearly alive, no one can see it or touch it.

I don’t know how long it took, but he saw dragons flying in the sky, phoenixes singing in the sky, and unicorns running on the earth, first with storms and boats, then with war of heaven and earth;

He saw strange beasts rising in the world, thriving everywhere, and finally fighting for battle;

He saw a man with a snake-tail drawing strange lines and dots on the ground. When he looked up, the man nodded slightly, while the woman with a snake-tailed body next to him was playing with a handful of soil in her hand;

He continued to move forward, but suddenly he saw the sky collapse and the earth burst into tears. He turned into a thousand feet and fought with a man with a tiger-backed and bear-waisted waist and burned all over his body. A crack was cut between the sky and the earth. He rushed towards the man, and the two fell into the crack together;

He saw the sky dark, the killing energy turned into a storm, he fell from the air and fell...

The feeling of endless falling and endless falling was so terrifying that Feng Rong was almost awakened by a sensation.

With a super storm, the night in the desert of Death turned into ice. He felt the hot sweat seeping out of his forehead suddenly become cold. The wind whistled outside, and the wind and sand covered the sky and the sun, and it was impossible to distinguish between the day and the night.

This scene is too similar to the last scene in the dream. Feng Rong thought he was still in the dream and couldn't get back to his senses.

"Minister?" Lin Yingkong's voice suddenly pulled him back to reality.

Feng Rong looked over after realizing it and found that he was lying in Lin Yingkong's arms. Lin Yingkong seemed to have taken a nap and opened his eyes to look at him. Through the faint light in the car, it could be seen that there was not much sleepiness in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yingkong actually just slept for a while and was awakened by his sudden trembling movement. When he saw the fine sweat on his forehead, he couldn't help but reach out and touch it. He felt a little distressed, "Have you had a nightmare?"

The content of the dream will always be unable to remember it for a while after waking up. The palpitations remain in Feng Rong's heart, but the specific reason for the palpitations is not enough, and there is only a few remaining images surging in his mind.

"Nothing," Feng Rong calmed down his hasty breathing, "Maybe it's because he hasn't had a good sleep for too long, and this time he's sleeping too deep."

Seeing that his voice was hoarse, Lin Yingkong got out of the thick blanket and accurately got the thermos under the seat in the dark. He unscrewed it. The water inside was still warm. Lin Yingkong handed it to his mouth.

Feng Rong drank a small cup and was about to let him drink it too, but before he could speak, he was stunned.

"Minister?" Lin Yingkong called him again.

Feng Rong stared at his eyes hesitantly, "Can you see it?"

Lin Yingkong's movements just now were too smooth.

Lin Yingkong was also stunned when he heard this, then closed his eyes and opened it again, "...it seems to be clearer than before."

Feng Rong breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Luo Cheng's medicine was still effective. He secretly scraped some medicine powder down and turned around and asked Di Bingqiao to study it.

Lin Yingkong looked at his watch, but it was past five in the morning and the surroundings were very quiet. He must have been resting. Instead of turning on the lights in the car, he found a phone without signal and turned on the screen.

The blurred vision after the poisoning finally improved, not completely improving, but at least it changed from high myopia to pseudo-myopia.

Lin Ying turned the direction of the mobile phone screen and looked at Feng Rong greedily, hoping to see him clearly inch by inch, not even letting go of the skin texture.

Feng Rong was quite happy at first, but he soon became a little creepy because his assistant looked like he wanted to eat him.

"Minister..." Lin Yingkong thought softly, his eyes almost entangled with his body.

Feng Rong's eyelashes flashed, "Hmm?"

Lin Yingkong smiled slightly, then leaned over, pressed him on his seat, and kissed him gently.

His kiss was always so affectionate that it made people feel intoxicated. Feng Rong unconsciously relaxed her body and accepted the invasion of his lips and tongue.

Unfortunately, the big-tailed wolf is still a big-tailed wolf. By the time Feng Rong noticed it, Lin Yingkong's hand had already penetrated into his clothes.

"etc……"

"Shh, don't worry, the wind is strong, they can't hear it."

"but……"

"I miss you."

"……oh."

"good."

“…”

At around seven o'clock in the morning, the desert of death was still dark, with overwhelming wind and sand roaring, almost even the sky was about to be broken.

——The super storm has finally arrived completely.

Even the off-road vehicle with a large tonnage seemed a little careless in such a storm. The big eagle got into the house, and Banzheng's face was rarely worried.

"The trees outside the oasis were all scraped down, pushing them layer by layer. I was worried that if the storm continued to grow, our car would be blown away after all the plants were blown down." He said so.

Before the Blood-Slaying Alliance convoy came in, it had already made many preparations to deal with the storm, but it was obvious that this cruel natural disaster that even Bai Congqiu had to be on guard was even more terrifying than expected.

Mr. Kong sat next to the cage where Huan Feng was imprisoned. Listening to the wind outside, he raised his eyes, looked at Huan Feng, and said, "First rely on the windproof belt of the oasis to strengthen the base and barrier of the house. When the trees fall, all of them will be retreated here."

Daying also glanced at Huanfeng, as if he was a little puzzled, "Can we ask this...senius to take action?"

When the storm forms a scale and the spiritual power of the turbulent flow also tends to have a delicate balance, the "moving illusion" should be able to move low toward the edge of the desert of death, and the speed will definitely not be faster, but at least it is much better than driving out.

However, the mentioned Huanfeng sat cross-legged in the cage without any response, as if he regarded them all as air.

Mr. Kong didn't force him to express his opinion, but just said to Daying: "Let's discuss it again."

"Yes." Daying lowered his head respectfully, and couldn't help but glance at Huanfeng again, not understanding why his master had a special liking for this ancient expression.

He obviously didn't have that close attitude towards the supreme of their Blood-Slaying Alliance...

Bai Congqiu and the others went to the car to discuss things, and Luo Cheng and Yan Hao also went out. They didn't know what they were doing. As soon as the eagle left, there were only two people in the room, Huan Feng and Mr. Kong, one in the cage and the other outside the cage, which was less than three meters apart, and the distance seemed infinitely far away.

Mr. Kong looked at him, "Why don't you look at me?"

Fantasy Maple seems to have not heard of it.

Mr. Kong's calm eyes gradually swelled, as if it was sad and pain, "Son of God..."

"You are not him." Huan Feng finally spoke.

Mr. Kong froze slightly, "No..."

Huanfeng opened his eyes, and there was madness and reason hidden in his blood-red eyes, "You are not him, you have the mark of others on you, your creator is not me, your memory of me does not belong to you-"

“——I don’t have the secret you want.”
Chapter completed!