Balian tilted his head to one side, his ears were very red, and his voice was very low: "I felt very comfortable at the time. How could I still have that strength?"

His voice sounded like a low hum, but Ning Feiyan still heard it. She raised his chin with her fingers with a smirk on her face, and there was a hint of enchantment in her eyes: "Is it really that comfortable?"

Before Balian could say anything, she gently rubbed his waist with her arm and said with a smile, "It does feel very comfortable."

Balian lowered his gaze and said, "If you continue to be naughty and cause trouble, I will make you feel comfortable."

Ning Feiyan saw something was wrong in his eyes and calmed down.

"I'll read a book for a while. If you're tired, go to sleep for a while." Seeing her being obedient and honest, Balian asked softly with a smile in her eyes.

How could Ning Feiyan be a person who could stay contentedly and sleep in someone else's arms for a whole night?

Her bed in the palace never allowed anyone else to get close to her. Even Hongzhuang was far away from her when she slept at night, and kept vigil for her at a safe distance.

But Balian's rubbing of her legs made her feel really comfortable, so Ning Feiyan didn't resist or refuse him for a while.

Thinking about letting him rub her, she left and went back to the bed to sleep.

Because he wanted to read a book, Ning Feiyan felt the hand on his shoulder retract, and then there was a rustling sound of pages turning.

In the quiet night, the peaceful sound of rain, the long and peaceful night, a few bright lights against the dark night seemed to be tinged with a touch of ancient dimness, and the fine halo floated misty in the air.

Listening to the rain blowing against the window and the paper rustling in the young man's hands, Ning Feiyan's mind gradually relaxed.

Miraculously, she no longer had the feeling of being homeless and unsafe in this world.

Smelling the clean and delicious scent of his body like morning mist, sleepiness came over me like an overwhelming sea.

Ning Feiyan's eyelids became as heavy as a thousand pounds. She just made up her mind to leave after rubbing her legs and threw them away. She found a very comfortable position in his arms and leaned her head against his.

On my chest, I couldn't bear it any longer, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

The bright candle weeps, the incense burner makes smoke.

Time passed slowly, and when Balian finished flipping through the third book, he suddenly heard a subtle and forbearing sound. His eyes moved slightly, he put down the book in his hand, and lowered his head to look into his arms.

In the dim light, the outline of the woman huddled in his arms was blurry. Her cheek was buried in his chest, her hands were weakly holding on to his clothes, her shoulders were shaking slightly, and she seemed to be saying something.

But the pronunciation was too vague and Bailian couldn't hear clearly.

It was just that she looked like she was haunted by some kind of dream, so he lowered his head and got closer.

But they found that Ning Feiyan's pale and pretty face, which was frowning tightly, was covered with sweat, like a drowning person in the sea, mumbling incomprehensibly like sutras.

Balian touched her cheek, which was hot to the touch, as if she had a low-grade fever in her body.

Seeing that sleeping like this would be very bad for the spirit, Balian patted her shoulder gently: "Miss Ning, wake up."

Ning Feiyan didn't know whether she was sleeping deeply or was bound by the nightmare. Her slender eyebrows were twisted into a ball in pain and she refused to wake up.

Balian did not continue to try to wake her up, but took a handkerchief, soaked it in herbal tea, and wiped the hot sweat from her forehead.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the scarf touched her skin, Ning Feiyan suddenly grabbed Balian's wrist as if frightened, and the broken nails were almost embedded in his flesh.

Her knuckles turned pale when pinched, but her eyes were still tightly closed, and her consciousness seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

She didn't know what terrible thing she had dreamed about. During the struggle, Balian saw blood bleeding from the corner of her lips, and she actually bit her own lips.

Maybe he was used to seeing her being so effortless on weekdays, but now she was so rare and weak and helpless, which made people feel affectionate for no reason.

Balian was afraid that she would bite her tongue, so he pinched her jaw open and put his index finger into her mouth.

Ning Feiyan frowned in pain and bit his finger tightly. Her originally pale lips were charmingly red with blood, and she looked miserable. Her voice was humming and murmuring.

This time, Balian could clearly identify the repeated words in her mouth.

"It hurts, it hurts so much..."

She actually said it hurts?!

Such a strong person, who can still look elegant and dignified even if she is covered in blood, is she crying out for pain?

Bailian suddenly fell into a trance.

Speaking of which, this was the first time he saw her sleeping since he entered the Demon Realm King's City.

There is a shocking fragility and softness.

She doesn't like others to come near her bed, and doesn't let Hongzhuang come close to watch her sleep. Is it because she feels so helpless and humble every night?

He cannot be as calm and strong as the daytime, and can only cry out in small self-pity like a kitten.

Who says that a person covered in steel armor has no weaknesses at all.

Ning Feiyan's body temperature became hotter and hotter, and the look on her face that was trapped by nightmares became more painful and helpless.

Balian finally noticed something was wrong, his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but open up the collar of her clothes, only to see the turbid red evil energy slowly swimming between the snow-white skin hidden in her clothes.

The filthy demonic energy wanders around in the skin, constantly eroding and assimilating the surrounding flesh, flesh, and essence. It must have brought unbearable pain wherever it passed, so it tortured the person's mind until it gradually became blurred and weak.

Balian pressed his fingers gently between the turbid red skin, his nails pierced the skin, and extraordinarily red blood stained his fingertips.

He took a sip and found out that it contained the turbid aura of evil demons and the corrosive power of samāra.

His eyes darkened, Ning Feiyan was injured much more seriously than he imagined.

Also, that filthy demon was originally transformed by her soul, and the filthy spirit transformed into it had fundamental trauma to her.

And that magic weapon is a deadly thing in heaven and earth. It contains violent corrosive power, which makes gods and demons fear it.

If she resists so hard, I'm afraid she won't be able to resist for long.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "It hurts..." She struggled into his arms, her breath disordered and trembling: "Help me..."

She grabbed the lapel of Bai Lian's clothes and begged: "Don't abandon me. It's so dark in the Wild Demonic Realm. I'm scared to be alone. Auntie, Yan'er wants to go home..."

The sound of crying like a lost child made Balian couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

The child who was abandoned by his parents was actually very scared when he was far away from his homeland.

He patted her back gently and coaxed softly: "Don't be afraid, Yan'er, this world owes you tenderness, and I'm here to repay it to you, so don't be afraid, everything will be fine."

The woman in her arms cried, her voice faint and cat-like, which was particularly heartwarming.

Balian held her in his arms like a treasure, chanting her name over and over again and patiently caressing her to sleep. Gradually, the sobs in his arms became smaller.

Xu felt that she was being treated with care and attention, and she gradually calmed down.

The woman unconsciously pulled apart his clothes, pressed her hot and uncomfortable cheek against his cold chest, and rubbed softly: "Mom, I'm in pain, please comfort me."

Seeing how cute her coquettish look was, Balian smiled helplessly and hummed a song from his memory to her.

The strange melody is like moonlight or a clear stream, making several ripples in the night wind.

Ning Feiyan's tense body finally relaxed little by little, and she did not wake up from the beginning to the end.

Listening to the unfamiliar songs, she let go of his clothes with her hands, groped around, hugged her little master like a driftwood, and fell asleep in a daze.

Balian's body froze slightly and she tried to break away. After several times to no avail, she simply let her go and continued to read and hum a song to lull her to sleep.

On the sky, among the dark clouds that gradually faded away, the remaining stars gradually fell. The stars in this extremity magical city became sparse and trembled, making the night dim and bright.

The candle flame was dying, and when Ning Feiyan woke up, light rain fell all night outside the window, and the leaden night sky was covered with a light and mysterious blue color as the stars dimmed.

The light slid down her eyes, casting a quiet shadow like catkins under her long eyelashes.

She slowly opened her eyes, her consciousness feeling relaxed and comfortable as never before. She couldn't help but shed tears at the corners of her eyes and yawned lazily.

The light at the alternation between night and dawn was just right and not dazzling. His eyes, as light as glass, blinked twice.

Her expression was a little confused, and her eyes were as clear and clean as if they had been washed by pure water.

Balian rested his head on the back of his hand and looked down at her when she woke up. She really felt that Ning Feiyan looked the most adorable at this time.

With her eyes wide open like a small beast, as if she hadn't woken up yet, she rubbed herself against Bai Lian's arms with her clothes spread out with a comfortable expression.

She moved her fingers lightly, as if preparing to rub her sleepy eyes, and felt something strange in her hands.

She snorted like a cat, as if confused, and groped up and down for a long time with a confused look on her face.

Suddenly, a comfortable low laughter came from above the head.

The sound was like a basin of cold water being poured down on the head. The foggy and sticky energy in Ning Feiyan's mind suddenly disappeared.

She woke up with a start, only to realize that she had fallen asleep in this boy's arms.

Ning Feiyan's face instantly burned into a rosy color. Ning Feiyan's cheeks were hot and she lowered her neck stiffly, not knowing what she had done in her sleep.

Ning Feiyan's face was scalding hot, so she calmly took a piece of rice paper from the table and wiped it with her.

Balian hurriedly stopped him and said, "Eh? That's the little note paper given by the Demon Lord..."

Ning Feiyan paused in her wiping movements and took a closer look. She was really speechless: "You didn't tell me earlier."

"...You moved too fast."

Ning Feiyan snorted coldly and became evil-minded. She rubbed the small notebook made of ancient, superior and extremely precious material on his body, and said with a sideways smile: "Now we are accomplices. I will not be able to tell His Majesty the Demon Lord in the future."

File a complaint saying that I soiled her secrets."

Balian's frown deepened: "You should be gentler, that's very precious."

Ning Feiyan smiled and wrapped the paper into a ball and threw it casually at her feet. For some reason, she was very interested in those ancient secret records last night, but now she was too lazy to think deeply about what she saw on the paper.
To be continued...