Zhu Feng suddenly reached out and hugged her.

“…?!”

Nanyan was stunned for a moment.

What is this for?

Even if she didn't know what Zhu Feng lost memory was, she didn't know what Zhu Feng saw in Princess Baoyin's singing just now, but since these years, Zhu Feng was always entangled by nightmare and forced by that memory, she could understand that that memory was unbearable.

What's more, she also faintly peeked at the death of the old uncle and the crazy words that the crazy Wen Wuyu said, and that memory was not only unbearable.

Even, for Zhu Feng, it may be the cruelest.

But no matter what, she understood that if she wanted to restore that memory, it would definitely be the cruelest thing for Zhu Feng, and he would definitely be in great pain.

So just now, he let out such a shrill cry, even vomiting blood.

However, no matter how much she guessed, she didn't expect that Zhu Feng would have such a reaction.

At this moment, Zhu Feng hugged her tightly.

When Zhu Feng was holding her in the past, Nan Yan could always feel his arms were solid and powerful, giving people a feeling of great peace of mind. As long as she lay in his arms, heard his heartbeat, or even felt his breathing, she was not afraid of anything.

But this moment is completely different.

His hands and even his whole body were trembling constantly, as if the bones in his body were about to break, and his breathing and heartbeat were also broken, as if his whole person would collapse with a slight touch.

And his hug is no longer to protect people like in the past.

On the contrary, it is more like a kind of dependence.

He was relying on the person in his arms, just like a drowning man catching a life-saving straw, and he took everything to grasp this point, at this moment.

Nanyan has never seen such a fragile Zhu Feng.

She subconsciously reached out her hand, gently stroked Zhu Feng's trembling shoulders, and whispered: "Master..."

"I'll take you away."

Zhu Feng's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and his voice was also low and broken. Nan Yan was a little confused when he heard this sentence. When he looked up again, Zhu Feng had already hugged her hard and looked forward. His eyes had no spirit at all, and he was only confused as if the wind and sand were everywhere around him.

He murmured, "I'll take you away, let's go."

"emperor……?"

Nan Yan became more and more confused. He subconsciously reached out and dragged Zhu Feng's arm. He seemed to have heard nothing at all and could not feel it. He just hugged Nan Yan, turned around and walked deep into the wind and sand.

Nanyan came to his senses only at this time.

The words just now were not said to myself.

He seemed to be telling someone in his memory, the person who was by his side at that time.

But, who is that person?

What did Zhu Feng see just now in Princess Baoyin’s singing?

Seeing him aimlessly walking deep into the wind and sand, the crane, who had just been bathed in blood, was even more anxious. His figure flashed and blocked Zhu Feng's face and said in a deep voice: "Master!"

The moment he saw him, Zhu Feng's eyes suddenly turned red.

Nan Yan was a little confused at first, but when he saw his eyes were bloodshot, he almost subconsciously shouted: "Heyi gets out of the way!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhu Feng suddenly let go of her, clenched his fists and pushed forward hard.

There was only a loud "bang".

Zhu Feng's fists hit He Yi's chest hard. He Yi was caught off guard and was beaten up in the air, falling four or five feet behind and landing on the ground.

"ah!"

He let out a low cry, and blood immediately gushed out of his mouth and nose.

Nan Yan was shocked.

Although she didn't know why Zhu Feng suddenly attacked He Yi, at that moment, when she saw his eyes red, she subconsciously realized the murderous intent on Zhu Feng's body, so she spoke to stop him, but she didn't expect that his skills were still too fast. In fact, even if He Yi heard her reminder earlier, she could not avoid this. After all, it was the emperor who took action, so as a subject, he dared not do anything.

Seeing He Yi falling to the ground and spitting blood in his mouth, Nan Yan also panicked and turned around and shouted: "Master!"

However, when she turned around, she was shocked.

Zhu Feng, who had just attacked Heyi, had no anger on his face at this moment, and even returned to his previous state of confusion. He once again reached out and grabbed Nan Yan: "Go away!"

“…!”

Nan Yan couldn't recover for a moment.

Her wrists were still falling into Zhu Feng's palm. If Zhu Feng was a little out of control at this time, he could cut off her entire body. However, when Zhu Feng grabbed her, his strength was incredibly light, as if-

It seems that what is in his hands is the most precious and fragile thing.

No, it should be alone.

In his consciousness, the one who is following him at this moment should be a very vulnerable person.

Only then did he still cherish this person so much without consciousness.

A feeling of indescribable feeling suddenly surged in Nanyan's heart, but at this time, she couldn't tell what it was. At least at this moment, she knew very well that she was facing a Zhu Feng who had completely lost his mind, just like when he fell into madness after the incident at the Great Sacred Altar and almost killed her.

But this time, in his consciousness, there is someone who needs his protection and cherishment.

He did not fall into complete madness.

But it wouldn't work if this continues. Nan Yan looked at him like a soulless puppet, and was led by something instinct to keep moving forward. However, reality is reality. Memory is the past, and the memory that has been passed for decades. If he was allowed to continue like this, there would be such a wind and sand on this boundless wasteland. Where could they go?

So, Nanyan grabbed his hand: "Master!"

Zhu Feng felt his arm sink, and he slowly lowered his head and looked at Nanyan.

But at this time, Nan Yan could clearly feel that he was not looking at him.

His eyes were blank and there was a hint of indescribable tenderness. He looked like a fragile glass in his arms, and he cherished it in his arms. Zhu Feng whispered: "Don't cry."

“…?”

"I'll take you away."

“…”

"I, I will protect you. I, I will take you away..."

He murmured, and walked forward staggeringly.

Nan Yan was a little lost for a moment.

Who are he saying what Zhu Feng said just now?

Who was with him at that time?

While Nan Yan was protected by him, he staggered forward, while looking at Zhu Feng's eyes with some confusion: "Master, who are you talking to?"
Chapter completed!