Jun Moran stared at Fu Yeshen's rapidly falling body in a daze, and the picture of the old prince of the Jun family and the princess of the Jun family suddenly flashed in his mind.

He tried desperately to save their lives, but it was only at the end that he realized that he could save anyone.

What made him even more painful was that countless people had been killed and injured in order to save his life, and corpses were lying in wait all over the field, and rivers of blood flowed like rivers.

Yun Qin's elite soldiers timidly looked at Jun Mozhi with his ink hair dancing wildly, his eyes were scarlet, and he didn't dare to step forward, "You have been surrounded by many people, don't resist stubbornly!" ”

"God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha."

Jun Moran got up slowly, and even he couldn't tell whether it was his consciousness or Jun Hongran's consciousness that occupied his body at this moment.

Or rather, he and Jun Hongzhi are one.

He stood on the top of the Tianshan Mountain, holding the dragon slaying sword, glaring angrily at the elite soldiers of Yun Qin around him, his voice was cold, like the magic sound from the infernal hell.

"All to death!"

He poured the internal force of his body into the sword body, and slashed towards the dark Yun Qin elite soldiers in front of him.

The strong palm power was comparable to a thunderbolt, and in an instant, thousands of Yun Qin elite soldiers were killed one after another.

Mourning is all over the field, and the clothes are dyed with blood.

Jun Moran stared coldly at the corpse lying all over the place, as if he had gone mad, and slashed at the corpse, splitting it into a blur of flesh and blood, and still did not stop.

Seeing that he was about to fall into madness, Jun Lanran occupied his body with great difficulty, and spared no effort to comfort him, "The world is not worth it, but she is worth it." ”

"Shut up. All to death! ”

Jun Mo Ran knocked his knees on the snow, and forced Jun Lan Ran's consciousness back extremely hard.

Fortunately, Jun Bai Ran took advantage of Jun Mo Ran's slight relaxation and took the opportunity to snatch the control of the body.

The moment Jun Bairan opened his eyes, it was overwhelmingly bloody.

He frowned slightly, slowly moved to the side of the rock, leaned against the rock, and subconsciously curled up.

"Brother, where are you?"

Jun Bairan looked around, hoping that Yu Feng Wuwu could save him from fire and water.

However, he waited from the evening until the beginning of the night, and still did not wait for Feng to worry-free.

He timidly looked at the corpses around him, afraid that Feng Wuwu would be buried in blood, so he had no choice but to be bold and turn over the bloody corpses one by one.

"Brother, you must not have anything to do."

Jun Bairan's voice trembled, with a thick nasal voice.

Underneath the cliff, there was a sudden sound of heavy wheezing.

Jun Bairan was overjoyed, spread his legs and ran to the edge of the cliff, looking condescendingly towards the dark bottom of the cliff.

"Brother, is that you?"

"Good brother."

Fu Ye grinned, he never thought that Jun Moran would call him brother.

Although, he is not as old as Jun Mo.

Jun Bairan saw Fu Yeshen's face clearly, turned around slightly disappointed, and walked away without looking back.

Fu Yeshen mistakenly thought that Jun Mo was angry with him, so he turned around and left, muttering in a low voice, "My heart is a little smaller!" ”

He grumbled as he tried his best to avoid the blade's wounded arm, and it took a lot of effort to climb the cliff.

Fu Ye was so tired that he collapsed to the ground, unable to recover for a long time.

When Fu Ye was drowsy, Jun Bai went and returned.

He was next to Fu Yeshen's side, resting comfortably on his bleeding arm, and said sullenly, "Have you ever seen Brother Sanssoucian?" ”

"Poof—"

Fu Yeshen, who was grinning in pain, sneered, and he looked at Jun Bairan who was nesting in the crook of his arm strangely, "I didn't expect you to have such fun with the carefree boudoir!" ”

Fu Ye sneered on her stomach, with a carefree temperament, if Jun Moran was willing to call her father, she would definitely respond with a smile.

"Laughing at what? Could it be that you hid Brother Sanssouci? ”

Jun Bai's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly got up and glanced at Fu Yeshen unhappily.

Fu Yeshen also sat up half-sat up, his face was playful, and he couldn't stop laughing, "Jun Mo Ran, you shouldn't be killing people and killing red eyes, going mad, right?" ”

"What are you looking for Brother Ink-dye? He lost his mind. ”

“………”

Fu Yeshen sensed that something was wrong with Jun Mo, and the smile on his face suddenly dried.

Before that, he had heard that Jun Mo was suffering from heart disease, and when he got sick, his temperament changed greatly, which was very different from the arrogance and arrogance of Pingsuli.

Thinking of this, Fu Yeshen Tete approached Jun Bairan and asked him tentatively, "Who are you?" ”

"Jun Bai dye. Brother Sanssouci likes to call me three years old. ”

"Poof—"

Although, Fu Yeshen was very sympathetic to Jun Moran's experience.

But it's really funny to see Jun Mo dyed with a shy face that exudes masculine charm all the time, calling himself "Jun three years old"!

Fu Yeshen stretched out his hand and pinched Jun Bai's face, smoothed his ink hair, and coaxed softly, "Don't worry about being three years old, your worry-free brother is sleeping in the east, and he hasn't lost it." ”

"I found a spirit fox and wanted to give it to Brother Wuwu with my own hands."

Jun Bairan slowly took out the sleeping spirit fox from his arms and sent it to Fu Yeshen.

Fu Yeshen smiled dumbly, before that, he always felt that Jun Mo would not hurt people.

It wasn't until now that he knew that Jun Mo Ran was really affectionate to Feng Wuwu.

If it weren't for the unforgettable liking, Jun Moran would never have been full of phoenix worries when his heart disease recurred.

"The surrounding mountains are dangerous, and it is not appropriate to walk at night. When the dawn rises, my brother will take you back to Donglin to find Brother Wuwu. ”

"Hmm."

Jun Bairan nodded heavily, Xu is more exposed, he subconsciously jumped into Fu Yeshen's arms.

Fu Yeshen did not refuse, and took him in his arms to keep him warm.

Fu Yeshen never thought that one day, he would be able to reconcile with Jun Moran.

Although, he has a stinky face and a bad temper, it is not annoying.

Perhaps, Jun Mo Dye is just too arrogant and not good at expressing himself.

(End of chapter)