"Ah...... Ah......" Zhuge Yin fell to the ground, his body was soaked with blood, and there was only endless fear and despair left on his once arrogant face.

Yue Yi didn't know how long he smoked, and even the tiger's mouth was a little numb, so he stopped, looking at Zhuge Yin who fell to the ground, Yue Yi felt that the love in his chest that had been imprisoned and suppressed for a long time was quietly breaking free from the cage.

He suddenly turned around, dropped the soft whip in his hand, and with the support of the black mist, he knelt directly on one knee in front of Jun Wuxie.

"Thank you for saving your life, from now on, my life is yours." Yue Yi lowered his head sincerely, Jun Wuxian not only saved his life, but also regained his dignity that he had lost for many years.

Among the twelve halls, I am afraid that there are few people who have the courage to take revenge on Zhuge Yin, but Jun Wuxian provided him with such an opportunity, so that he understands that he is not a poor worm who has to be oppressed all day long.

A person's body is easy to save, but the salvation of the soul is very irretrievable.

Jun Wuxian didn't have much reaction to Yueyi's loyalty, she slowly stood up, looked at Zhuge Yin, who was blurred in flesh and blood, and said lightly: "Your life is your own, I don't need it." ”

She didn't save him because she wanted to find a loyal servant for herself, but because Yueyi cared about his sister.

Jun Wuxian may not be easy to be moved by the people next to him, but he attaches great importance to family affection.

A teenager who is willing to endure humiliation for his sister for ten years is worthy of her rescue.

Yueyi knelt silently to the side, her heart stirring.

Jun Wuxian slowly walked to Zhuge Yin's side, lifted Zhuge Yin's bloody chin with his toes, and lifted his head.

His once handsome and arrogant face was covered with deep scars that could be seen in the bones, and a large amount of blood stained his entire face, and he couldn't see his original face at all.

Zhuge Yin trembled and opened his mouth, his slightly trembling lips revealed his fear at this moment, his eyes soaked in blood were red, and he stared at Jun Wuxian unsmoothly, but he didn't even dare to show half a point of hatred.

There is only fear.

"Are you afraid?" Jun Wuxian suddenly asked softly.

Zhuge Yin nodded hard, and the blood hanging on his face spilled under him with his movements, submerging into the pool of blood.

"Then you should go to hell with this fear." Jun Wuxie's cold voice came into Zhuge Yin's ears, like a death knell ringing above his head!

Zhuge Yin didn't even have time to react, Jun Wuxian suddenly pressed against the toes of Zhuge Yin's chin with force!

A crisp click echoed through the blood-filled room, and Zhuge Yin's bloody head twisted and tilted on his shoulders in a strange manner.

Death came so quietly.

Jun Wuxian looked at Zhuge Yin, who was completely out of breath, and took out a white porcelain bottle from the Qiankun bag, she opened the cap, and the transparent liquid dripped onto Zhuge Yin's corpse with her pouring action.

The voice sounded faintly, and the liquid dripping on Zhuge Yin's corpse quietly merged into the blood water, melting Zhuge Yin's flesh little by little, leaving only a piece of white bone.

"Let's go." Jun Wuxian took one last look at the constantly corroded corpse, and walked towards the window with cold eyes, Jun Wuyao carried Yue Yi out of the room with a black mist, leaving a black cat alone in the room, and after Jun Wuxian and they left, he raised his claws to lock the window from the inside, and then quietly turned into a cloud of fog and floated out from the crack in the window.