NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1109
Chapter 1109 The Phoenix Prisoner in the Phoenix (19)
“I’m here.”
Hearing Feng Xi’s words, Rong Huang inexplicably felt that the man in front of him and the man in the dream who protected her from death gradually overlapped.
Thinking of the person in the dream who was stabbed into a blood gourd but was still protecting her, Rong Huang’s nose was sour, and his voice was crying, and he said softly, “I just dreamed that you were dead.”
Feng Xi’s eyelashes drooped, his fingertips gently smoothed the broken hair on Rong Huang’s cheeks, his delicate side face was quiet and light.
Rong Huangxu babbled, her green fingers gripped Feng Xi’s sleeve nervously, “I dreamed that you were killed by a divine tool. You were trying to save me from death.”
“You shed a lot of blood, those people in the God Realm are too much…”
Rong Huangyu spoke incoherently, his eyes flushed, and the cry in his voice became more pronounced at the end of speaking.
Every time Rong Huang uttered a word, Feng Xi’s heart set off a storm, and the curve of the sharp jaw line was tight, as if he was holding back something.
After a while, waiting for Rong Huang to stop, Feng Xi smoothly smoothed her hair.
“It’s okay, it’s just a dream. Everything in the dream is the opposite.”
Rong Huang crawled into Feng Xi’s arms, found a comfortable posture, and lay flat and let him smooth his hair. The panic and sorrow that had been previously calmed down.
“There is some truth to what you said, and I think it is the same.”
Feng Xi looked at Rong Huang deeply, and said in a low voice, “What do you want to eat? I’ll let the kid do it.”
Rong Huang blinked, looking at the man’s delicate chin, thinking for a moment, “I want to eat a bunny bag, you made it.”
Rong Huang grabbed Feng Xi’s silver hair and emphasized, “It’s the rabbit bag you made.”
Feng Xi laughed, and stroked Ronghuang’s black hair, “I see, ten kinds of stuffing.”
Rong Huang’s remaining negative emotions were dispelled, and he looked at Feng Xi with a smile, and the little chicken nodded his head like a peck of rice, “Hmm, ten kinds of stuffing.”
Rong Huang shook his finger and nodded ten different flavors, and shook Feng Xi’s index finger, “Thanks for your hard work, you are the best, and I love you the most.”
Feng Xi smiled and pointed to the wooden cabinet over there, “I have made your skirt. You can try to see if it fits when you get up later.”
Rong Huang’s apricot eyes lit up, and he sat up, ignoring his shoes, and ran to the wooden cabinet.
As soon as I opened it, I saw the pink and blue skirt that Feng Xi had just made for her.
He took it out and took a look, and gestured in front of the mirror. Rong Huang cheered and said to Feng Xi over there with his heart, “I love you so much, I love you.”
After that, I went to the makeup girl over there to choose a suitable step.
Feng Xi looked at Rong Huang’s joyful back, and there was a dark and opaque mood in his silver eyes.
“What do you think about this buckle?” Rong Huang rummaged in the makeup, took out a golden buckle studded with blue jewels and asked Feng Xi, “Does it match my body today?”
Feng Xi had already condensed the different color in his eyes when Rong Huang turned around. He twisted his fingertips lightly, groaning for a while, with a very faint smile in his tone, “It’s very suitable. You look good in everything you wear.”
Rong Huang glanced at him, so he can talk, is his little mouth smeared with honey?
Rong Huang turned away contentedly again, waved his hand at the same time, and started to rush people, “You go to the small kitchen and make me food, remember two of each of the ten flavors.”
Feng Xi responded one by one and got up out of Rong Huang’s bedroom.
Waiting for Rong Huang to finish eating twenty rabbit bags, he felt better when he touched his round belly.