The group's beloved wife: She is the phoenix, she is the king

Chapter 645 Double Contrast

For various reasons, people are always afraid of being seen in the dark by those closest to them.

Can its true form really get rid of the Shura who is still torturing it?

Cun Xin felt a strong sense of frustration in his heart.

When Fan Nuoxi heard its inner voice, he increased the strength in his hands, and the murderous desire in his heart became stronger and stronger.

The only thoughts in his mind were "destruction" and "killing", and his eyes were no longer clear.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Die!!!

The wild power around her spread out in all directions as the murderous intent continued to surge in her heart.

The multiple boxes that contained Cun Xin also shattered one by one. At this moment, Cun Xin actually felt that the existence of those boxes was not a punishment for it, but a disguised protection for it.

'Cun Xin' watched helplessly as the layers of boxes covering its exterior fell apart, and it did not feel at ease. Perhaps this was its dream before, but now... it would rather be imprisoned in so many boxes than wait for the final judgment like it is now.

It can't even beg for mercy now, but it hopes someone can save it and let it continue to survive.

It wanted to struggle, but it was powerless.

In the past, it would have hated so-called miracles, but now it desperately hopes for a miracle to happen.

Fan Nuoxi's mind was filled with Cun Xin's voice, and there was a bit of struggle in his eyes. The strength of his hands to break the box was reduced a lot, or perhaps it was because he had used too much force before, his hands were cut by the fragments of the box at some point, and blood was flowing.

The blood blossomed into blood-red roses on the ground, just like the red roses produced by the blood and tears that Dongfang Junyan left in the Wuxun Tower in the past.

The rose was covered with powder and fragments of various sizes that had fallen from the broken box.

This scene was very dazzling in Fan Nuoxi's eyes.

"You deserve to die!" Fan Nuoxi crushed the last layer of the box on Cun Xin's surface, then tightly grasped Cun Xin's palm-sized body, "Who told you to dirty my flowers?"

Cun Xin cursed inwardly, but Fan Nuoxi's grip tightened.

If it were the same as in the past, it would definitely like Fan Nuoxi's blood, which would most likely be a tonic for it, but now it is poison.

It felt like Fan Nuoxi's blood was like a knife constantly stabbing its body, leaving it nowhere to hide.

Although it is a clone, all the pain is now returned to the original body.

The original body is trying hard to cut off contact with it, while it hopes that the original body can take it back, and the situation has been at a stalemate.

Unexpectedly, Fan Nuoxi noticed this connection and increased the wild power in her hand.

Cun Xin was suddenly in so much pain that she couldn't even scream. The connection intensified its struggle, as if it was anxious to get rid of this clone.

As the strength in Fan Nuoxi's hands increased, a small wild force silently integrated itself into that connection, and the aura became consistent.

The original body, which was eager to get rid of this clone, was overwhelmed by countless pains and could not notice this slight abnormality.

"Bang dong-"

With an explosion, the clone disappeared into nothingness.

"what--"

As the scream subsided, Fan Nuoxi stared at his bloody hand in a daze, and his eyes vaguely regained some clarity.

She looked at the roses scattered at her feet, as well as the roses that continued to grow because of the dripping blood, and couldn't help feeling flustered.

I...what's wrong with me?

And around her, because she had not yet had time to retract her wild power, the masts and walls of the cells continued to twist and deform.

Yang Yue, who was stuffed back into the box, hugged his knees and trembled in the box, fearing that Fan Nuoxi would notice him.

However, the box was shaking too obviously and was still seen by Fan Nuoxi.

Just as I was about to do something, I heard a familiar voice.

"Noxi!"

"Noxi!"

The source of the voice was Dongfang Junyan, and his tone sounded very anxious.

Without thinking too much, Fan Nuoxi hurriedly wiped the blood from her hands with a handkerchief and shook off the dirt on the roses at her feet, wanting to hide. But she heard the footsteps of Dongfang Junyan entering the punishment prison and approaching her step by step.

Fan Nuoxi looked at the red hair hanging in front of her and then at the severely distorted cells and walls around her, becoming even more panicked.

What should I do...what should I do?

She subconsciously grasped the roses in her palms, put her hands behind her back, and looked around, not knowing how to change herself back.

It’s over, it’s over, I’m going to be discovered…

Will he think I'm a big devil?

Fan Nuoxi wanted to leave, but her feet felt like they were filled with lead and she couldn't move.

She knew very well that this was due to the sudden over-exertion of her strength and the loss of her essence and blood, so her body was naturally not as agile as usual.

Dongfang Junyan's footsteps were obviously getting closer and closer, and Fan Nuoxi intuitively felt that his heartbeat was accelerating rapidly.

Inexplicably, she felt like a child who had done something wrong. She could not escape and could only silently wait for her judgment.

But what she didn't know was that Dongfang Junyan had secretly left his spiritual consciousness in this prison as early as the last time the Netherworld Ghost Bugs caused trouble.

Along the way, Dongfang Junyan explored every cell.

Looking at the twisted cells and the uneven ground, Dongfang Junyan was very worried about Fan Nuoxi's safety.

However, this prison of punishment was not under his control, and his steps were very unsteady. As for using magic, it was more like a stone falling into the water, making a sound, without much reaction.

He could only vaguely see that a fierce struggle was taking place here, and that Fan Nuoxi had mobilized a lot of strength, and seemed to have a very resolute belief.

If this happened to an ordinary person, he would be crushed to ashes thousands of times.

Dongfang Junyan was so frightened that he didn't even dare to shout, for fear that something... was threatening Fan Nuoxi.

It was not until he saw Fan Nuoxi, wearing a somewhat tattered red dress, with red hair and red eyes, standing with her hands behind her back, not daring to look him in the eye, that his heart seemed to have found its home at this moment.

His vision became blurry, and his steps became chaotic and rapid. He didn't speak until he hugged Fan Nuoxi tightly in his arms, and then he choked with sobs, "Nuoxi, what's wrong with you?"

"Are you hurt? Let me see!"

After saying that, he looked her up and down, but noticed that she was trying hard to hide something with her hands.

He was too anxious just now and didn't notice this, so now he naturally wanted to see what was going on.

He touched Fan Nuoxi's wrist and felt a bunch of flowers. Then he slowly took the bouquet out of Fan Nuoxi's hand and happened to see Fan Nuoxi's hand that he had not had time to deal with.

There were signs of blood flowing out again, and the moment the blood dripped onto the ground, it turned into a rose that was exactly the same as the one in his hand. In an instant, he understood where the flower came from.

Tears couldn't help but roll down more. He placed the bouquet of flowers tremblingly at his feet, then took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off Fan Nuoxi's hands bit by bit.

"You fool, why are you acting so rashly alone again? Can't you take me with you?"

"I..." Fan Nuoxi wanted to explain something, but seeing Dongfang Junyan's face full of self-blame and his pitiful crying appearance, the words on the tip of her tongue turned into, "Are you crying my tears too?"

Dongfang Junyan glared at Fan Nuoxi in anger, but he didn't stop bandaging her wound, fearing that her wound would start bleeding again. "Hmph, I'll settle the score with you when we get out!"

Fan Nuoxi endured the severe pain and laughed dryly, "My wound looks scary, but it doesn't hurt at all!"

"Are you sure?" Dongfang Junyan pressed lightly near the wound. Fan Nuoxi gasped in pain and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Let's see if you dare to be so arrogant in the future!" Dongfang Junyan tied up the bouquet of flowers at his feet and a few extra roses scattered on the ground, put them in Fan Nuoxi's arms, then picked her up sideways and walked out of the punishment prison step by step.

When passing by the cells of Zhong Yao and Xi Huanyu, Dongfang Junyan took a look at the miserable condition of the two. One was unconscious and the other was crazy. Before he could say anything, he felt the body of the person in his arms stiffen a little.

Dongfang Junyan didn't ask much, but he could tell that Fan Nuoxi had tortured them a lot...

After walking out of the punishment prison, Dongfang Junyan patted Fan Nuoxi's butt inconspicuously, and then took her back to the bedroom of Jingyang Palace before Fan Nuoxi could react.

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This chapter's screenwriter: Fan Nuoxi

Art Direction: The author

Friendly Performance: Criminal Prison