Fop In Town Chapter 14

There was a rumbling thunder in my ears, drifting clouds and dazzling light in my eyes, and the smell of burning and a faint smell of blood flowed through my nose. My rapid pace suddenly slowed down when the fog in front of me slowly dissipated, gradually revealing a dark land.

The lush forest seemed to have been suddenly cut off by a large piece of thunder, leaving a barren empty space. The trees were destroyed, everything was ruined, the sky was dark, the land was dark, and all I could see was a dead black. The furious thunder gradually calmed down, only roaring softly in the sky, one after another, pressing on my heart like a thousand-pound boulder, and my footsteps became heavier. A white shadow appeared in front of me, which was particularly eye-catching in the black, piercing straight into my eyes, and the pain pierced all the way into my heart. With every step closer, my breathing stagnated a little, and the next step was even slower. This feeling was actually called fear. Even though I was shaking with fear, my footsteps were still persistent in wanting to move forward, to get closer to him, to touch him, and then, to question him.

"The king is regulating his breathing, please stay, Second Prince."

Someone was blocking his way. Who? He couldn't see the face clearly and didn't want to see. With a flick of his wrist, he swung the gold-painted fan out like a long sword, a desperate attack. While the other party was dodging sideways, he gently brushed his face with his royal blue sleeve, and made a seal with his hand and tapped his forehead, and the man was fixed in place.

With fingers interlaced, the fan swung open with a "swish" sound, like a golden jade frame and a waterfall in the mountains. With a curl of the corners of his mouth and a wave of his hand, the fan fluttered down like a but.terfly.