At this time, Jun Qianxi really fell into a boundless illusion as Xiao Bing said.

This illusion is actually what she longs for the most in her heart, next to a clear spring, a thatched house, a round of sunset, a lifetime and a couple.

The indescribable tranquility of this scene makes people forget all the hustle and bustle of the world.

She and Duanmu Ming were sitting in rocking chairs, leaning lightly on his shoulders and interlocking their fingers, the afterglow of the setting sun falling on her warmly.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a soft smile bloomed on her lips, looking at the rendered fiery clouds in the sky.

"Hell, is it okay to be like this for the rest of your life?"

She whispered softly, her eyes slowly closed, as if she was going to sleep like this, a sleep is a lifetime, no strife, no troubles, forever happy and peaceful.

The person beside her answered softly, and the corners of her mouth curled even higher.

She glanced at the sky again, and the fiery sunset suddenly burned again just as it was about to fade completely, only this time the colors of the sunset were not so warm and charming, but like patches of blood.

The breeze that used to contain the aroma of grass has also turned into a strong smell of blood.

Her eyes, which were about to close, suddenly opened, and she stood up from the rocking chair with a bang: "Look, look, what's wrong?" ”

The person next to her didn't answer her, and when she turned around in confusion, the demonic man leaned there with a pale face, and a wound on his abdomen that grew dozens of centimeters was constantly bleeding out.

A sharp bayonet was stuck in his chest at this point, slowly moving inside.

"Stop......"

Just as Xiao Bing's fingers were about to pierce Duanmu Ming's heart, a scream sounded, and the person who had been standing there with a calm face watching all this in front of him woke up in shock.

The scene was bloody, several times more serious than what she had seen at first.

Jun Qianxi didn't have time to think about what was going on, she shouted coldly again: "Little soldier, stop!" ”

"Wake up, wake up, finally wake up!"

The little soldier breathed a sigh of relief and immediately withdrew his fingers, and a stream of blood erupted from Duanmu Ming's chest, landing on its skeleton and sliding to the ground, its skeleton was still golden and dazzling.

"Little Xi'er ......"

Duanmu Ming stood there with a pale face and looked at Jun Qianxi and muttered hoarsely, he tried hard to pull up the perfect arc, but Zuihou was still paralyzed because of the successive devastation.

Fear flashed in Jun Qianxi's eyes, and he quickly flashed to him and caught him.

Looking at the bloody wound, her lips couldn't help but tremble, it must be because of her, who else but her could hurt Duanmu Ming to such an extent, she didn't even have the strength to run her spiritual power.

She held back the tears in her eyes and pulled the little beast off her shoulder: "Give me the shortest possible time to save him." ”

The big sister is back, and the little beast doesn't complain about her rudeness, and her eyes flashed with surprise and nodded busily.

As long as the big sister is fine, don't talk about Duanmu Ming's injury, even if the soul is scattered for a while, it will lose its life and save it.

Its small claws covered Duanmu Ming's wound, and as the golden light flickered, the terrifying wound stopped the bleeding, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mo Lingfeng hurriedly took out bottles and jars from the space ring, and he did not hesitate to pour all the pills that were useful for healing into Duanmu Ming's mouth, which could play a little effect.