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In an instant, the monsoon was confirmed, and this must have been Jun Wuji's doing.

Since Jun Wuji killed the Three Emperors and hung them here with great fanfare, why didn't they appear again?

Or, what does Jun Wuji want to express with the corpses of the Three Emperors?

Ji Shuyun didn't stop the movements in her hand, as if she was an ant moving, she moved away one corpse after another with apprehension, looked at the face and features that did not belong to Jun Wuji, and continued to look for the next one with an expressionless face.

It's just that her hands are shaking more and more, the scarlet under her eyes is as strong as wine, and she seems to be so sad that she can't bear to look at Ji Feng anymore, so she can only wait for Ji Shuyun to calm down.

……

The thick black smoke gradually extinguished, and the sulfur and nitrate gas floating around also gradually dissipated, just from the smell in the air and the appearance of Peicheng's destruction, Ji Shuyun could tell that Jun Wuji had used black powder and formations.

Jun Wuji's formation ** power is far above his own, and with black powder as an auxiliary, his skill is even more unfathomable, so Ji Shuyun guessed that he would definitely not die!

Because, he loves her so much, how could he be willing to let her live alone, so he must not have died.

It's just Jun Wuji, where are you? Jun Wuji, come out quickly......

Jun Wuji......

……

Ji Shuyun prayed over and over again in her heart, she never believed in fate or God, she only believed in herself and Jun Wuji......

He wouldn't leave her, absolutely not.

Didn't he use the corpse of the Three Emperors to tell her that he was still alive, so why didn't he show up?!

Why......

……

A trickle of rain fell, far and near the remnants of the broken Huan, reflecting her ink-colored pupils, deep and shallow **mist, covering her pale face, the rain wet her clothes and long hair, clinging to her face, body, mixed with a sinking muddy breath, set off her face more ethereal, like a faint ink painting.

It's just that the eyebrows and eyes of the person in this painting are cold, the body is cold, and the heart is also cold.

Just like this picture, it is obviously a red dress, but you can only see black and white, and there is an indescribable loneliness and pathos.

This pain almost burst out of her fingertips and eyes.

Ji Shuyun didn't know how long he had been looking for to maintain this action, his hands had already become broken, the sky was gray, dark and then lit up, but he never stopped this sad rain.

The blood that flowed out from Ji Shuyun's eyes was carried away by the rain, and it merged with this town where countless lives had been buried, and the home she had once guarded with all her heart.

Finally, when Ji Shuyun's hand touched a corpse again, the blood-stained white shirt made her pupils shrink slightly, and her expression fluctuated and fluctuated for the first time.

She gently steadied her breath and flipped the corpse over to reveal a face that had been destroyed beyond recognition.

Ji Shuyun's heart twitched, her slender eyelashes moved slightly, and she finally stopped looking for it and slowly stood up.

She was very quiet, from the time she arrived on this battlefield to the present, she had only said one word, and it was almost terrifyingly quiet.

The rain swept across her cheeks and fell from her jaw, making shallow splashes on the corpse.

Drop by drop, drop by drop, as if blooming at the tip of the heart.

Tuli, withering......

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I stayed up all night and stayed up a lot, and I just had a serious illness, and this time my aunt came, and she was in pain, and the blood flowed like a river...... I...... Want...... Die...... Finish......

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