Jun Wuxian couldn't tell why she would react so much when she faced Xiao Jue, who was covered in blood, she had long been accustomed to the law of the jungle in this world, and even she had always followed such a truth.

Success and defeat, throughout the ages, only the truly strong can have the last laugh.

The weak have always been the victims of history.

knew this truth, but she still felt that Xiao Jue, who was stained red with blood, looked very dazzling.

That kid should have lived carefree.

Because it is rare, it is cherished.

But now, there is a huge question in Jun Wuxie's heart.

Is the current Xiao Jue really the little emperor she knew at the beginning?

Would such a gentle child really go on a killing spree because of the influence of red blood?

Jun Wuxian can't be sure, now Xiao Jue has lost all his memories, his behavior and language are extremely simple, he can't even understand the too complicated conversation, he acts more according to instinct.

But does that instinct come from the little emperor himself, or is it the soul suppressing jade?

What Jun Wuxian wants to save is the soft-hearted little guy, not a soul fabricated out of thin air.

Jun Wuxian didn't speak, and Fan Zhuo didn't want to say anything more, so they could only sit quietly on the side.

In the carriage, Xiao Jue changed out of bloody clothes and put on clean clothes, but he did not get off immediately, but curled up his legs and hid himself in the corner of the carriage, holding his knees with both hands, and his white little face was full of uneasiness and grievances.

He couldn't understand much, but he felt it.

The little brother was upset.

Xiao Jue didn't dare to go out, didn't dare to look at Jun Wuxie's eyes at this time, he was afraid, but he didn't know what he was afraid of, silent tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and quietly dripped down his cheeks and in his collar.

There was silence in the woods, and no one spoke.

After a while, Jun Wuyao returned with Night Charm and Night Demon, and there was no trace of blood on the three of them, but the strong smell of blood made it clear what they had done.

"I've kept you waiting." Jun Wuyao stopped three steps closer to Jun Wuxie, he really wanted to take Jun Wuxian into his arms and rub it well, but he didn't forget it, the little guy didn't like the smell of blood on his body.

Jun Wuxian glanced at Jun Wuyao and nodded slightly, obviously it was such a small face as before, but it still allowed Jun Wuyao to catch her abnormality.

Jun Wuyao's gaze swept over the heart that was discarded on the grass, looking at the traces left by the small bloodstained footprints along the way, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile.

"What? That imp did something that upset you? ”

Jun Wuxian shook her head, but after a moment, she said, "He meant well, but I didn't want that. ”

Jun Wuyao chuckled and said, "You don't want that little ghost's hands to be covered in blood, do you?" ”

Jun Wuxian nodded.

"You're so funny, little evil...... What are you worried about? Worried that the little ghost is not the little emperor you knew before? Worried that his murderous nature comes from a strange soul? Jun Wuyao's voice was a little smiling, but he guessed all of Jun Wuyao's thoughts.