When Feng Wuwu was slightly distracted, several vicious wolves attacked her unprepared, and their sharp claws grabbed at the back of her neck.

She felt the air rush in the back of her neck, and when she tried to avoid it, the wolf had blocked her retreat.

At the last moment, Jun Bairan appeared in the air and steadily took her into his arms,

He held the beast bone in his hand and poked several holes in the beast bone with lightning speed.

Then, he put one hand around Feng Wuwu's slender waist, and while jumping on the tomb with agility, he sounded the bone flute.

The sound of the flute is extremely light, but it is fermented by the strong internal force of Jun Bai dyeing, and the power is doubled.

When Feng Wuwu heard the sound, he suddenly felt unwell, and the two tubes of nosebleeds slipped down.

Jun Bairan raised his ink sleeves, wiped the blood on her face lightly, and whispered softly, "Brother, cover your ears tightly." ”

After Feng Wuwu obediently complied, he once again fermented the monotonous flute with his majestic internal force.

The wolves heard the sound, and their attack power continued to decrease.

What's more, the seven orifices bled out, the limbs stiffened, and he fell to the ground and died.

In less than a cup of tea, the dark green fluorescence that spread all over the mountains disappeared, leaving only the remains of the evil wolf everywhere.

They died a horrific death, as if they had been tortured inhumanely at the end of the day.

Feng Wuwu looked at the wolf corpses under his feet and was amazed, "Three years old, where did you learn the art of wolf control?" It's so powerful! ”

Jun Bairan put away the bone flute and smiled innocently, "Master taught me." ”

"Master?"

Feng Wuwu was particularly puzzled, why didn't she remember that Jun Mo Ran had mentioned his master?

Could it be that the master in Jun Bai Ran's mouth, even Jun Mo Ran didn't know about his existence?

Feng Wuwu felt more and more that Jun Bairan had a huge mystery hidden in him.

He is very different from Jun Lan Dye and Jun Hong Dye, and his memory has almost no overlap with Jun Mo Dye's memory.

Could it be that Jun Bairan's heavy sub-personality didn't start with the Jun family's massacre nine years ago?

"Master treats me very well."

Jun Bairan seemed to remember some sad things, and there seemed to be sadness between his eyebrows.

Feng Wuwu was about to ask Jun Bairan about his master's deeds, his body was crooked, and he leaned on Feng Wuwu's arms again, and his bony hand jumped on Feng Wuwu's fragrant and soft body again.

"Wang, it's too late for your subordinates to save you!"

At that time, Chasing the Wind, Ruthless and others held torches and rushed with a group of killers from the first pavilion in the world.

Jun Bairan looked at the people who were kneeling on the ground, and rubbed in Feng Wuwu's arms timidly, "Brother, I'm afraid." ”

Feng Wuwu twitched the corners of his mouth wildly, although Jun Bairan only had the mind of a three-year-old, he was still unstoppable when he killed people.

In the face of the vicious wolves all over the mountains, he can also deal with them calmly.

She didn't believe that Jun Bairan would be afraid.

In her opinion, Jun Bairan was just using fear to frantically rub oil.

Feng Wuwu's face turned red, and he moved Jun Moran's hand awkwardly, and patiently explained to Chaifeng and the others, "The regent's heart disease has relapsed, and his behavior is a little abnormal, so don't be surprised." ”

Ruthlessly peeking at Jun Bairan, who was leaning on Feng Wuwu's arms like a child, sparing no effort to sprinkle the delicate white dye, desperately holding back the smile.

She never expected that the cold-faced Hades in Ping Suli would be coquettish in front of Feng Wuwu.

Behind the ruthlessness, a group of killers were also shocked.

Prior to this, Jun Mo Dye had always been a belief in their hearts, and it was the undefeated myth of Donglin.

But at this moment, he is as weak and cute as a delicate flower, and he can no longer find a trace of the domineering spirit that belongs to the king alone.

Chasing Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud, he thought about Jun Mo dying at the critical juncture of the recurrence of his heart disease, and he still relied on Feng Wuwu so much, thinking that their good things were near!

Feng Wuwu's head was full of black lines, she knew that the ability to chase the wind and brain replenishment was first-class in the world, so she quickly changed the topic and asked him solemnly, "Chasing the wind, do you know why the regent came to the mountain behind Yizhuang alone?" ”

"Wang received a secret message, saying that General Feng Xiao's brother hid the Yunqin Tiger Fu in the mountain behind Yizhuang, so he brought his subordinates to search the mountain. As soon as we arrived at the back mountain, there was an extremely strange sound of war drums at the top of the mountain. Somehow, when Wang Yi heard the sound of war drums, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly left us and the others, and did not know where to go. We searched the back mountains, but we found neither the drummer nor the king. As a last resort, he hurried down the mountain, and the whole city searched for the king's traces. ”

"The sound of war drums?"

Feng Wuwu was even more surprised, if Jun Moran couldn't hear the sound of war drums, how could he lead his troops to fight?

Chasing Feng nodded firmly, "It's indeed the sound of war drums, but it's not an ordinary war drum sound. The rhythm of this war drum is special, and his subordinates have never heard such a sluggish drum sound that has no effect on morale after many years of fighting in the east and west. ”

"It seems that Yun Feibai is indeed prepared."

Feng Wuwu never wondered why Bai Yun Feibai hated Jun Mo Ran so much, why didn't he take advantage of Jun Mo Ran's recurrence of heart disease to pursue him and personally go to the back mountain of Yizhuang to behead him with his own hands.

Hearing Chaifeng say this, Feng Wuwu was like an empowerment, and suddenly realized.

Thinking about it, Yun Feibai knew that Jun Mo was deeply tormented by "heart disease", so he caused his "heart disease" with a strange drum sound, and then sent several waves of assassins to end his life.

The assassin failed, and Yun Feibai used his secret art to attract hundreds of evil wolves, wanting to kill Jun Mo Ran.

The reason why Yun Feibai did not go to Yizhuang in person was purely because he expected that Jun Moran, who had a recurrence of "heart disease", would not be able to escape the attack of the evil wolves all over the mountains.

In the eyes of everyone, these sub-personalities are undoubtedly Jun Moran's biggest weakness.

Unexpectedly, Jun Moran's sub-personality is also as strong as the main personality.

"Brother, can you hug me?"

Jun Bai saw that Feng Wuwu was chatting with the wind, completely ignoring himself, and he was jealous.

He glared at the smiling Chasing Wind, deliberately blocking Feng Wuwu, his sturdy arms wrapped around her slender neck, and his slender legs involuntarily climbed up her waist.