Chapter Two Hundred and Six: The Coquettish Zhong Hao

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Zhong Hao, who wanted to save face, followed Feng Yao and continued to walk forward, but Zhong Hao's tragic discovery that the more he went inside, the more oppressive the force became.

Fortunately, just when Zhong Hao was about to lose his bearings, Feng Yao stopped on the fifth chair on the left.

Although the pressure there was also terrifying, Zhong Hao felt that he could still go there by gritting his teeth.

Sure enough, Zhong Hao gritted his teeth and insisted, and finally walked to Feng Yao's side despite the feeling of being oppressed all over his body, as if every cell was being oppressed.

It's just that before Zhong Hao walked to Feng Yao's side and wanted to sit down next to her to rest, Feng Yao's white and jade-like hand was pointed, pointing to the most important huge bronze chair, and the corner of his mouth showed a sneer and said coldly, "If you sit on that chair, you will know what you want to know."

Feng Yao actually didn't show a sneer, her voice was actually not cold at all, on the contrary, her smile was no different from usual, and even Zhong Hao might not help but be moved when she saw it, her voice was cold at all, and even very crisp and beautiful, as if the most pleasant lark was singing, which was intoxicating.

But at this moment, Feng Yao's beautiful voice in Zhong Hao's ears made him shiver.

He can already be said to have exhausted all his strength when he came here, and if he was asked to go to the chair on the innermost floor of the central palace, wouldn't that kill him.

Zhong Hao looked at Feng Yao pitifully, "Aren't you going?" ”

"No" Feng Yao didn't pay attention to Zhong Hao's expression at all, and still said to Zhong Hao with a smile, "Don't you want to know what's going on in the city, just sit there and find out."

Zhong Hao didn't doubt what Feng Yao said, although people before the end of the world would definitely feel that she was nervous when they heard her words, but now it is after the end of the world.

In the last days, anything can happen.

It's not surprising that something like this kind of consciousness inheritance has appeared.

But what made Zhong Hao depressed was that if he really wanted to walk to that chair, wouldn't it cost him his life.

"People are really tired" Zhong Hao blinked his eyes, bit his lip, and said coquettishly to Feng Yao without mind, "You tell others"

Being looked at by Zhong Hao like this, Feng Yao couldn't help but shiver, a chill appeared in his heart, and his whole body was full of goosebumps in an instant.

She couldn't help but hug her arms, turned her head and didn't dare to look at Zhong Hao again, she was worried that if she continued to see if she would go down and strangle Zhong Hao directly.

But in fact, even she didn't notice that seeing Zhong Hao's performance like this, there was a rare trace of warmth in her heart.

Zhong Hao's performance is not just a reaction to treating her as his own.

If it weren't for that, how could Zhong Hao's character make such a chilling move in front of a stranger.

This made her a rare experience of true love in the deep big family before the end of the world, who only talked about interests and not family affection.

Seeing that Feng Yao really didn't pay attention to himself, Zhong Hao gritted his teeth, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

Isn't it just a palace, and how can you make him retreat?!

Zhong Hao continued to walk forward, and as he went deeper, the oppressive force became more and more terrifying, making Zhong Hao feel that it was difficult to take a step.