Feng Wuwu seemed to sense what Jun Mo Ran was thinking, and the tears that had just stopped were like a flood, flooding.

"Regent, you must not be fine. Otherwise, I'll find a whole bunch of stepfathers for the dogs! ”

Jun Moran said unprecedentedly: "If this king really suffers an accident, you don't need to defend this king." Find a man who loves you, spoils you, and is willing to tolerate you to marry. In this way, the king can be at ease. ”

"You..."

Feng Wuwu's nose was sour, and he was so angry that he didn't want to talk to him anymore.

She turned her back, bent her waist, took out the notes she had brought with her, and wrote them hard.

"What are you writing about?"

"If you make me cry and cry again, I will... Just punch you with a small fist. ”

"Just kidding."

Jun Mo's black-gold eyes were full of pampering, his voice was low, and he was so gentle that he could pinch out the water, "Little thing, don't be afraid, this king's body is indeed fine." You are one day, and the king will protect you one day. ”

"Can't it be the master who protects you?"

Feng Wuwu sideways his nose and said a little proudly: "Fang Cai, Ao Che deliberately made things difficult, if it weren't for the selfless protection of you under his wings, you would have become a ghost under Ao Che's sword." Don't you see how scary the lion roar when he is angry! ”

"Ao Che?"

Jun Moran was shocked when he heard this, he never expected that Ao Che would be so bad that a woman with a six-class pregnancy would do it.

Feng Wuwu nodded heavily, "It's him." But you don't need to worry, he has been seriously injured by his grandfather, and he shouldn't dare to come to the door to provoke him again in a short time. ”

"How can this be true? How can the woman of this king be allowed to shout and kill him? ”

Jun Moran was furious, got up suddenly, and wanted to kill Ao Che's mansion in one go, and kill him without leaving a piece of armor.

Feng Wuwu said with a little humility: "The cause of the incident is that Jimo stopped the kite and blocked the eyes of the master, so the master slapped her." Ao Che was purely because of Jimo and the kite, so he came to the door to ask the teacher for guilt. ”

"So what? If you want to blame, you can only blame Jimo for not being able to figure out his position, and he should fight. ”

Jun Moran didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what Feng Wuwu had done. The woman he fancied could never be a coward who could be slaughtered by others.

Feng Wuwu looked at Jun Mo's cold and solemn face, and he was afraid that he would be in a coma again, and comforted him repeatedly, "Don't be anxious." Anyway, the people who suffered were Ao Che and Jimo Zhikite, and the master didn't even hurt a finger. ”

Jun Mo Ran turned a deaf ear, and as he spoke, he quickly walked out of the Yilan Palace.

The evil gate is that outside the empty Yilan Palace, there are suddenly bursts of war drums that shake the blue sky.

Jun Moran's footsteps paused slightly, and there was a bit of danger hidden in his dark and golden eyes.

Suddenly, his aura around him became even more obvious, and his gestures revealed a natural kingly domineering, giving people great coercion, making the Yilan Hall full of murderous intentions.

Feng Wuwu didn't expect Jun Mo Ran to stop suddenly, and hit his head on his back, the bridge of his tall and straight nose was almost broken by his solid back muscles, and he grinned in pain.

"Regent, can't you walk well?"

She held her slightly reddened nose with one hand and muttered quietly.

At this moment, Jun Mo Ran was already on full alert.

He subconsciously protected Feng Wuwu behind him, his thin lips opened lightly, and he said coldly: "Be careful, there is an ambush." ”

"Ambush?"

Feng Wuwu's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he also looked around nervously.

She thought that in the heavily guarded Beili Palace, it was difficult for mosquitoes and flies to enter.

Unexpectedly, there are still people who have avoided many obstacles and lurked in the deep palace.

After a brief pause, the sonorous and powerful drums came like a gallop of thousands of horses, with a monstrous momentum.

Feng Wuwu listened attentively for a while, but he still couldn't understand the mystery of the drumbeat.

She asked, puzzled, "There is not a trace of murder in the drumming. Could it be that the master is not accomplished enough to hear the mystery? ”

Jun Moran shook his head and said cautiously, "This drum music is a must-play for the Yunqin warriors when they go on the expedition. Nineteen years ago, when this king saw his mother die at the hands of Yun Qin's pursuers, it was this drum music that lingered in his ears. ”

Feng Wuwu's eyes were round, and he subconsciously clenched Jun Moran's broad hand, only then did he realize that a thin layer of sweat had secreted from his forehead.

"Regent, are you alright?"

"No problem."

Jun Moran forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, afraid that his emotions would get out of control, and he hurriedly pushed Feng Wuwu into the Yilan Palace, "No matter what happens, you are not allowed to leave the palace." ”

"Regent, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Wuwu faintly sensed that Jun Mo Ran was trying his best to control his emotions, and asked him with concern with a puzzled face.

Jun Moran didn't have time to explain the reason to her, he shook off Feng Wuwu's arm that was tightly wrapped around him with one hand, and said urgently: "Hurry up!" ”

Feng Wuwu shook his head and said worriedly, "No." I don't worry about you. ”

However, before she finished speaking, Jun Moran changed her appearance.

His face was pale, his slightly out-of-focus eyes were red like fire, his wet hair was blowing against the wind, and his whole person seemed to be a demon coming out of the Infernal Hell, which was daunting.

In the next moment, he slammed his hand out, tightly choking Feng Wuwu's slender neck, his thin lips moved slightly, "Kill!" God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha! ”

Feng Wuwu was particularly shocked to look at Jun Mo Ran, who was completely mad, and although she was terrified in her heart, she calmed down in a short time.

She thought that this drum sound was related to Jun Mo's heart disease, and if she wanted to resolve the current crisis, she had to start from the root of the heart disease.

Nineteen years ago, Jun Mo was dyed all over and was only three years old.

That year, Yun Minxing killed his brother and seized the throne, and even a three-year-old child was unwilling to let go.

Yun Qin successively died tragically under the knife in order to save Jun Moran's life.

It was precisely because he witnessed the whole process of Yun Qin's tragic death that Jun Moran fell into a serious heart disease...

"Kill... You all deserve to die! ”

At that time, Jun Bairan, who was completely mad, had already occupied the control of the body.

He grabbed Feng Wuwu's neck tightly with one hand, and with the other hand, he drew the long sword at his waist with lightning speed.

In an instant, the sword light was like a thunderbolt, and it struck towards the gate of Feng Wuwu's life.

Seeing this, Feng Wuwu looked shocked.

She turned her head dangerously, and just after dodging the cold light of the shattered sword qi, Jun Bairan suddenly bowed down and bit her shoulder.

Hiss –

Feng Wuwu grinned in pain, and repeatedly pushed Jun Bairan, who had lost his mind, "Regent, wake up quickly." ”

Jun Bairan turned a deaf ear, as if Feng Wuwu was the enemy of his mother's murder.

He reached out and clasped her slender waist, his broad hands resting on her abdomen.

Feng Wuwu's face turned blue with fright, and he said urgently: "What are you going to do?" The dog is your own flesh and blood, and you must not attack him! ”

Hearing this, Jun Bairan's expression was slightly stunned, and his mind was blank.

His knife-like indifferent eyes fell on Feng Wuwu's face, although he felt very familiar, he couldn't remember where he had seen her for a moment.

At this moment, the deafening sound of drums like rolling spring thunder came from all directions.

This time, even Feng Wuwu felt that there was a suffocating coercion hidden in the drums, making her dizzy and upset.

What's even more terrifying is that Jun Bairan also completely lost his mind in the sudden and urgent drum beating.

His bony hands suddenly exerted force, as if he was about to take out the fetus in Feng Wuwu's womb with his bare hands, and his blood-red eyes stared directly at her slightly convex abdomen.

Feng Wuwu secretly sighed that the situation was not good, and took a few steps back.

She slandered in her heart, if she continued like this, she would die in the hands of Jun Moran sooner or later.

In this way, after Jun Mo Ran recovers his senses, he will definitely be heartbroken, and it is more likely to collapse.

As a last resort, Feng Wuwu had no choice but to give it a go in order to protect himself.

In the blink of an eye, Jun Bairan had rushed to Feng Wuwu again.

He stretched out his powerful arms and lifted Feng Wuwu above his head suddenly, and was about to slam her to the ground, but he heard Feng Wuwu singing a popular nursery rhyme in a low voice.

She suppressed the fear in her heart, and while singing a gentle nursery rhyme, she tentatively stretched out her hands and forcibly interlocked her fingers with him.

A crack burst out on Jun Bai's cheeks.

At this moment, in the depths of his mind, he also experienced a battle between heaven and man.

Jun Mo Ran's main consciousness could completely feel Feng Wuwu's fear, and could feel her despair and helplessness.

But Jun Bairan, who suddenly became furious, carried a monstrous hatred, and annihilated Jun Moran's main consciousness in endless hatred.

Thankfully, in Jun Bairan's consciousness, Feng Wuwu is also very important.

In her intermittent singing, Jun Bairan recalled Yun Qin's voice and smile, and also remembered the bits and pieces between him and Feng Wuwu.

"Brother......

He slowly put down Feng Wuwu, who was held high above his head, and called her extremely forbearingly.

Feng Wuwu came back to his senses, and finally a hint of joy appeared on his face, "Jun is three years old, and the disaster has passed." Don't let hatred corrupt your mind. ”

At the same time, the Baili River, which was hidden in the shadows, came in a hurry.

He noticed that the drum sound was constantly intensifying, but he was afraid that Jun Mo = Bai Ran would go crazy again, and hurt Feng Wuwu with his wrong hand, so he took out the flying flower jade flute again and again, and suppressed the monstrous drum sound with a soothing and melodious flute sound.

Jun Bai looked at the strangulation marks on Feng Wuwu's neck, and felt guilty in his heart.

After a moment of silence, his thin lips opened lightly, and his voice was sullen, "Brother, I'm sorry." ”

Feng Wuwu shook his head, "No need to blame yourself, it's not your fault." ”

Jun Bairan said: "I am a superfluous existence, and I almost killed you, what an out-and-out waste." ”

"No, you're not."

Feng Wuwu knew that the existence of Jun Moran's sub-personality was not just an ornament.

Nineteen years ago, if Jun Bai Ran hadn't borne all the pain for Jun Mo Ran, Jun Mo Ran, who was only three years old at the time, would have collapsed long ago.

For these sub-personalities who have spared no effort to protect Jun Moran, Feng Wuwu is always grateful.

Jun Bairan noticed the fluctuation of the drums, and was deeply afraid that his consciousness would deviate again.

In order to prevent Feng Wuwu from suffering another accident, a trace of determination flashed in Jun Bai's eyes, "Brother, there will be no time in the future." ”

"What do you mean?"

Feng Wuwu had a hint of foreboding in her heart, she held his cold hand tightly, and said softly, "Don't do stupid things. ”

"Brother, take care."

Jun Bairan's voice was lonely, and there was endless desolation between the lines.

"No, don't!"

Feng Wuwu realized that Jun Bairan, a sub-personality with an independent consciousness, was very likely to choose to kill herself to protect her, and was shocked.

Seeing this, Baili Heze strode forward and grabbed Feng Wuwu's arm tightly, "Don't step forward, it's dangerous." ”

"Let go."

Feng Wuwu struggled to break free of the shackles of Baili Heze, and was about to run towards Jun Bairan, but he had closed his eyes heavily.

In the next moment, he fell to the ground with a bang, and fell the cold stone steps.

His face was pale and trembling, and his bloodless lips curved upwards like a crescent.

As far as Jun Bairan is concerned, what he fears the most is to witness the death of his loved one.

His death, if he can save Feng Wuwu, it is worth it.

Thinking of this, a crystal tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

The tears were slightly cool, and they fell into Feng Wuwu's palm impartially.

Feng Wuwu was extremely sad, carefully supporting the weak Jun Mo Ran, and sat down on the cold stone steps with a soul, losing his mind for a long time.

(End of chapter)