Before the soldiers could come to their senses, Jun Wuxie's body revealed a purple aura.

As soon as the purple spirit came out, all the soldiers were dumbfounded.

Purple Spirit!

This young man turned out to be Zi Ling!

The despair of annihilation overwhelmed everyone in an instant, and before they could make a sound, the purple aura turned into a bolt of lightning along with Jun Wuxie, sweeping across the entire courtyard at an astonishing speed!

When Jun Wuxian's figure was once again revealed behind the soldiers, the soldiers froze in place as if they had been frozen.

The purple aura on Jun Wuxie's body slowly dissipated, and a series of splashes sounded with it!

More than a dozen soldiers in the courtyard lost their heads in an instant, and the wounds of more than a dozen people splattered with hot blood, and the blood splashed into the air and sprinkled recklessly, like a rain of blood falling in the courtyard, covering everything.

In the rain of blood, Jun Wuxian slowly walked towards the little emperor who was protected by the young man in his arms.

The red hair and the red eyes are so unfamiliar, and in those eyes, you can no longer find the innocence of the original.

The young man holding the little emperor remained motionless, stiffened in the rain of blood, and roared threateningly at Jun Wuxie.

"I'm not going to hurt him." Jun Wuxian said softly.

She didn't know who the young man was, but she recognized the voice.

In the last carriage of the buckwheat country, the roar that sounded from time to time came from this man.

The soldiers of the Buck Kingdom were all wiped out, but this person appeared here, protecting the little emperor with a protective attitude.

Jun Wuxian believed that he must be related to the little emperor.

The young man's roar became smaller and smaller, and there was no trace of brilliance in his numb eyes, but he slowly let go of the hand holding the little emperor, and his tall body finally could not survive the shroud of death, and the arrows and countless scars behind him had consumed all his vitality, he slowly let go of his hand, and his tall body quietly fell to the ground......

The little emperor stood stunned, as if he didn't know what was going on, and didn't move.

Jun Wuxian hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to check the young man's injuries, but this check surprised her greatly, this young man seemed to be extremely strong, but the muscles and veins in his body had been completely disturbed, and his body had already been hollowed out under the strength of the strong support.

Jun Wuxian suddenly remembered Fan Zhuo's words, the creepy study of the twelve halls.

If she didn't guess wrong, this young man had been tricked.

It's just that he has been deeply poisoned, poisoned into the bone marrow, and his soul has been completely sacrificed, leaving only a shell, like a puppet, without autonomous consciousness, forcibly breaking through the limits of the body, so that he completely went to the end of the oil under this consumption, and his skin and flesh quickly dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon turned into the appearance of flesh and bones.

This qiē came too quickly, too suddenly, Jun Wuxian was unprepared for this situation, even if she had the heart to save her, she was already powerless.

The young man's flesh and skin quickly dried up, but his eyes gradually returned to a trace of clarity, and his eyes stared at the back of the little emperor unsmoothly, as if he wanted to say a thousand words, but he had no strength and no time.

"I'll take care of him." Jun Wuxian looked at the young man with some reason in his eyes, and suddenly thought of Jun Qing, the kind of emotion that only her closest relatives can reveal, which shocked her.

The young man showed the last smile of his life, and finally slowly closed his eyes.