Chapter 1192 Good, I'm here!

Jun Mohan's throat rolled a few times, his heart was shaking, and his whole body was tense.

He couldn't relax, and once he did, he would lose his mind.

I can't help but love Ah Jin here.

But no, really can't, it doesn't fit here.

And the palace is still very dangerous, he must ensure the safety of A Jin.

However, it was obvious that his family A Jin was not thinking about these aspects at this time.

But he was reluctant to let him push Ajin away and keep her rational.

His Ah Jin should be happy and carefree.

However, because of him, she had worked hard, and she couldn't express her distressed feeling at all.

He could only gently stroke Feng Sujin's hair, and said gently, "I'm by your side, don't be afraid, it's real, not a dream, and not fake."

Feng Sujin looked at Jun Mohan with tears in her eyes, "You also know that I often dream?"

She would often dream of Jun Mohan, often wake up in the middle of the night, and would not be able to fall asleep.

Jun Mohan sighed in disappointment. Many times he was actually by her side.

It's just that she doesn't know.

Sometimes she woke up in the middle of the night, and he was around. He wanted to hug her many times, but his reason made him hold back.

The pain is indescribable.

Sometimes, he would quietly be in her room, hug her, smooth her forehead, and see that she was sleeping peacefully and sweetly before he left.

He didn't plan to tell her any of this.

"Dude, don't be afraid, don't worry, I'm here."

After the real recognition, Jun Mohan's emotions have surpassed his rationality, how could he be willing to leave.

To leave is like gouging out my heart, it hurts too much.

He was relentless.

Just let him indulge!

Feng Sujin listened to Jun Mohan's gentle voice, hugged Jun Mohan's neck more tightly, and smelled his breath deeply.

It's good that she can finally feel his real breath in his arms, in the arms of love, not a dream.

Feng Sujin's eyes were sour and wanted to cry, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Just when Feng Sujin was about to say something, suddenly there seemed to be a painful scream from above the tunnel.

"what……"

"Kill me, kill me..."

"Watch him, don't let him hurt yourself, watch him..."

"Ah, mother, please kill me, kill me... Someone else can hold this position..."

"Son, your illness will be cured. Believe in mother. When mother finds the goddess, it will be well. When it snows, mother can feel it, and she will appear..."

"what……"

...

The painful and shrill voice above made people shudder and chills down their spines.

Feng Sujin trembled all over.

This shrill screaming voice was a female voice and a male voice, but it was all the same voice.

Feng Sujin could tell that it belonged to Qingcheng, or perhaps the Snake Prince.

She doesn't know what's going on?

Feng Sujin's eyes flashed, her expression solemn, she looked at Jun Mohan and wanted to say something.

Jun Mohan shook his head at her, and then took her to the hole above.

Seeing the above scene, Feng Sujin almost exclaimed in surprise.

Seeing that the hall above seemed to activate the mechanism, there was a snake-carved table hanging in the air, and Qingcheng was locked on the table with a chain.

He couldn't move at all, and someone pressed him and poured red liquid into his mouth.

Feng Sujin's eyes widened, looking at these in disbelief, this was a scene she couldn't imagine.

I didn't expect to see such a scene in this world, it's drinking human blood!

No wonder Qingcheng bitterly said that the snake prince was actually a monster every time.