The fireball fell to the center.
The flame is still burning.
"Are you alright?"
"No, nothing."
Nangong Yiren was obviously frightened, but she was held by Qin Feng, but she felt the incomparable peace of mind.
Feeling the man's breath from the Qin Feng body, Nangong Yiren has never felt so happy.
Qin Feng knees on one knee and holds Nangong Yiren tightly in his arms. The flame is raging all over his body. However, the Eighty-nine Xuan Gong is protecting his body, it is impossible for the flame to burn him!
But nevertheless...
Just because he wanted to protect Nangong Yiren, Qin Feng almost used his own body to resist the fireball. The body rolled over and he tried to suppress it, but he still didn't hold it anymore.
He frowned and blood slid down from the corner of the mouth.
Nangong Yiren suddenly panicked: "You, are you alright?! "
Tears welled up in her eyes, unable to tell whether she was worried or distressed.
