She struggled to wake up in the middle of the night, dripping with sweat. She immediately rushed to the bathroom and scrubbed her skin dozens of times from head to toe. She even brushed some fragile areas roughly.

Bleeding comes.

She wants to kill someone.

Who to kill?

King's Landing.

She knew that this sudden idea of ​​killing him made no sense, but who said that killing must be justified? There are so many love, hate, and hatred for no reason in the world, and life and death for no reason.

She just doesn't like him anymore, what's wrong?!

Feng Shu cursed in a low voice and finally regained some composure. He put on his clothes and wanted to fall asleep again. When he saw the wrinkled bedding, he once again became furious and wanted to kill someone. In the end, he tore the bedding into pieces with his bare hands.

Then he returned to the bathroom and soaked himself in the bathtub filled with cold water.

She sank, holding her breath, feeling the trembling of her limbs, and the boundless darkness in her heart.

What's wrong with her? Is there something wrong? Or is there something wrong with the bubble I saw before? According to Feng Qizong, that thing looks like a living thing.

Feng Shu's thoughts gradually moved away from Jun Lin and turned to Pao Buo.

"Mengmeng? Mengmeng, are you here?"

"Mengmeng is not here!"

Mengmeng's voice sounded particularly aggrieved for some reason.

"You're back? What's going on? You always run away when I need you, but you're always on call when I don't need you." Feng Shu's tone was not very good.

"Don't call me if you have the ability!"

Mengmeng burped, "Good intentions are treated like donkey liver and lungs, huh!

Who am I working hard and busy for?! If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have helped others. What a joke. He’s obviously not a guy who can recognize good and evil in people. No, he can recognize good and evil in animals..."

It seemed like it wanted to sleep.

Feng Shu frowned, "Since you didn't leave, what happened to that bubble? Don't tell me that you don't know anything. That would make me doubt whether your status as an old man, the so-called guardian beast of the Feng family, is true.

So worthy of respect."

"You are the old man, and your whole family are old people! I knew I didn't want to tell you, you bad guy!"

Mengmeng flew into a rage, ran out of her sea of ​​consciousness angrily, and rushed outside to cause havoc.

The room was soundproofed, so she wasn't afraid that Feng Qizong would hear what was going on here. She let it vent, soaked for another twenty minutes, then slowly wiped away the water stains, and looked at the bruised figure in the mirror.

After a long while, I put on my clothes with a gloomy face and wrapped myself from head to toe.

She didn't know whether to say she was disgusting or that Jun Lin was disgusting.

Well, her rationality was still there, and she naturally knew that it had nothing to do with Junlin. It was just because she had a nightmare that she vented all her dissatisfaction on him. This is called anger.

She rarely gets angry, let alone takes her anger out on others.

But it's obvious that she has a bad temper with Junlin. Maybe she is the kind of person in the legend who is born with a mismatch?

Feng Shu reluctantly admitted that it was his fault and that the thought of killing someone was just as despicable as that dream.

"Don't think about it!" She pinched her arm hard, spent ten minutes blowing her hair, and managed to gather her emotions before opening the door.

The room was even more messy than before. The mattress, which she had torn up once, was originally a large object, but now it was simply turned into crumbs, and it was difficult to even maintain a strip shape.

Other furnishings, such as cups, vases, tables and chairs, were all reduced to crumbs by Mengmeng.

She looked around and found an erratic spherical mist at the corner of the bed, black, sometimes thick and light, sometimes empty and sometimes solid.

Feng Shu finished cleaning the room, packed up all the garbage, and threw it into the space button.

"Tell me, why are you in a bad mood? Just because I pissed you off just now? It's not like we haven't quarreled before, why are you so angry?

Everything here is there. What if the principal comes to check tomorrow and finds something wrong?

He won’t believe that it was me who caused the destruction, and he will definitely associate it with you. Do you still want the tall image of the Feng family’s guardian beast?”

"Whoever wants it can take it, do you think I'm a rarity?!"

The spherical mist jumped upward.

"I just want to ask you, do you know what the bubble on the bottom of the sea was? Is it alive or dead? Does it give people nightmares? It seems to be very defensive. Can you remove it?

Someone get it out and tell me how to control the entrance and exit? I want something for self-defense. I don’t know how to control the mecha yet, so I always rely on others when I go out, which is inconvenient."

With his sense back, Feng Shu naturally returned to his usual calmness as he spoke.

"It's alive and I don't dare to touch it easily. Do you think it will give you nightmares? Even if it can get people out, it can also lock you in."

I don’t want Hongmeng to be involved because of you and become a prisoner with a life sentence! Get away as far as you can. If you see it in the future, you must take a detour. Don’t know how you will die in the end. This is my advice to you.

!”

Maybe he was really afraid of that bubble, because the spherical mist suddenly collapsed, and disappeared directly from Feng Shu's eyes like a real smoke.

"Are you hiding again because you encountered something terrible? If you have the ability, you won't be able to hide for the rest of your life."

Feng Shu searched around the room, but couldn't find it. She had no clue about the matter. Even if she was asked to think about it now, she couldn't think about it anymore, and she didn't want to think about it at all. As soon as she thought of the previous situation, she would immediately

Jumping to the nightmare just now, evil thoughts would immediately flood her heart. She didn't want to be entangled with distracting thoughts, so she started practicing boxing over and over again.

But as she practiced, she became so irritable that she wanted to continue causing damage.

"So, Feng Shu, after all, you are not a good person."

I don’t know how long it took, but Guan Jiu, who was in a daze, felt very uncomfortable. It was like someone was smashing something with an iron hammer next to her. The banging sound echoed in her mind, giving her a splitting headache and nausea. Legend has it that

The hell inside was indeed terrifying and uncomfortable. She was so painful that she wanted to curl up, but for some reason, her whole body seemed to be imprisoned and she could not move at all. She couldn't open her eyes, but because of the intense pain, she finally

She still vomited it out, and then she felt that her face was covered with the vomit, as if something sticky had stuck to her skin, and the smell was not good at all. She should feel sick. It was just Guan Jiudi

Her first reaction was strange, she had been hungry all day, how could she still vomit up? Oh, no, she should be dead, why was she still in so much pain, and why was she still dizzy and vomiting?
Chapter completed!