Chapter 1186： Feng Qian v Mu Yan (2)

At that time, she only thought about it, since it was arranged by His Highness, there should be no problem.

She did not expect that the experience would fail.

Feng Qian lowered his eyelashes, "Your Highness didn't tell me."

The girl's voice was well-behaved, and she felt a little remorse.

Lightly pursing her lower lip, Feng Qian looked up at the Lord God.

"My lord, can you tell me the reason for the failure of Your Highness's experience? Is it because I failed to complete the task well, deal with the hidden dangers of the sin domain, or... something else?"

The Lord God looked at Feng Qian.

The voice was neither cold nor indifferent: "The reason is not you, but it is you."

The Lord God's words made Feng Qian stunned again.

The Lord God didn't cheat with Feng Qian either, and there was nothing to hide about this matter. He was different from Mu Yan.

"Originally, the experience went very smoothly, and his mark of the Lord God is about to be completely lit."

After a pause, the Lord God continued: "But at the last moment, he woke up. The induction between the soul fragment and the main body made him feel the pain of the soul fragment and your pain and tangle."

"So, for you, in order not to make you suffer, and for the soul fragment to spend his whole life with you in the small plane, he gave up the opportunity to succeed the Lord God. Therefore, what happened later."

But in any case, failure is failure, it is a foregone conclusion.

After all, Mu Yan was unable to succeed the Lord God.

The sin domain has been busy for a long time, although it has damaged a lot, but in a certain respect, rounding is equivalent to successfully preventing Mu Yan from succeeding in the experience.

As for the protection of wind shallow, it has lost its original meaning to a certain extent.

Feng Qian never thought that His Highness would give up the position of the Lord God for her.

She was a little dumbfounded, her lips moved, and her voice was warm: "...His Royal Highness, is he all right?"

"Right now, he should be fusing the memories of soul fragments."

The Lord God replied without emotion.

He paused slightly and raised his hand slightly.

After being enveloped by divine power, Feng Qian heard the Lord God sigh, "Well, I'll send you to find him."

…

The divine power dissipated, and Feng Qian landed on his toes.

Yingying's white light disappeared all over her body, turning into a spot of light and dissipating in the air.

I haven't returned to God's Domain for a long time, and the surrounding scenery is a bit strange, but it is still a picturesque scenery.

Feng Qian was in front of a villa at the moment.

The door is not closed, it is open.

She raised her foot and walked over, her fingertips fell on the door, and she pushed it open gently.

With a small creak, Feng Qian pushed the door open and walked in.

As she got closer, she could feel the breath of His Highness, and that breath became stronger and stronger.

Feng Qian followed the breath and approached, and finally, stopped in front of a door.

She raised her hand, her fingertips rested on the doorknob, and looked down slightly.

A touch of coolness came from his fingertips, and Feng Qian was also a little nervous at the thought of seeing His Highness in person.

Before the mission, she and His Highness met only a few times.

The most recent meeting with His Royal Highness was still in the main **** space. Later, the soul was temporarily condensed, and the complete soul came to the small plane.

But at this moment, there are more worries about His Highness than this tension.

Without hesitation, Feng Qian pushed open the door.

The curtains in the bedroom were not drawn, and the light was slightly dim.

Feng Qian held the door frame and walked in slowly.

She walked very lightly, trying not to make a sound, and when she looked up, she saw a young man lying on a white bed sheet.

The light is very dim, but His Highness seems to be able to shine.

Porcelain white complexion, lined with dark red lips, everything seems to be impeccably perfect.

He lay there quietly, very calm, like a sleeping angel, and the sight of him would make him feel blasphemous.