In dreams, scenes are intertwined and transformed.

In a moment, the wheels rolled in, and the dust hit his face. The people with severed limbs and legs crawled up to him, asking him with bloody tears "Why didn't you save us?" and their blood-stained fingers touched his face.

From this, there is more extension.

It was the wagon that fled when the capital was moved, and the Terrans crowded the carriage inside and outside like salted fish stuffing the cabin.

In the chaos, weak women and children were pushed out of the carriage fleeing death.

A panicked mother is crying with her baby in her arms......

Bloody wind and rain, sand and dust.

After a while, he was trapped under the heavy palace walls again. He was groggy and fell like that......

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Yan Wu caught Nangong Yan at the gate of the palace, if she hadn't picked him up, I am afraid he would have fallen at the door of his house.

It's not the first time she's seen Nangong Yan being injured like this by the palace, and she's familiar with picking up Nangong Yan.

Yan Wu carefully combed her hair and temples in front of the mirror.

She walked to her desk with a light step.

Nangong Yan was lying on the table, he was not sleeping peacefully. To be precise, he was trapped in a nightmare.

Yan Yu touched the side of her waist, and the corner comb was put on her makeup.

She gently stroked Nangong Yan's hair and slowly smoothed it out.

She buried her hand in his thick black hair and slid it lightly, as if to soothe a child.

Under the palm of her hand, Nangong Yan's breathing gradually stabilized.

Is Nangong Yan asleep?

Yan Wu whispered in his ear: "You're not wrong, it's not your fault, you're fine." ”

Yan Wu will not comfort people as always: "We are the best Yanyan......"

Nangong Yan really couldn't listen to it anymore, and finally woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Nangong Yan was almost angry with Yan Yan.

She wears his crown.

He said something was wrong.

Yan: She just said something was wrong. When she was in the Xuan Realm, she also wore such a crown, so she didn't care about what so-called men and women were.

Nangong Yan sat up.

He was still depressed, his black hair scattering, obscuring his eyes.