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A gust of wind rose on the ground, like a small tornado, rolling up the clutter in the room, and Yin Wushuang's bedroom door was also closed.

The man with the long knife took a half-step back vigilantly, blocking his weapon in front of him, ready to attack or attack.

The wind of the tornado became weaker and weaker, and the debris that was carried away gradually fell to the ground, and after the dust cleared, the people inside were revealed.

The man was long, his straight suit pants were not wrinkled, and he wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

With his long silver hair flying, his arrogant aura spreading, he put one hand in his pocket, and the other hand, holding the giant scythe of death.

The thin red lips were smiling, and the eyes seemed to carry the anger of winter.

"Your Excellency wears my clothes, disguises my breath, becomes my form, and comes to touch my woman." Jun Shang's evil voice was low, but it couldn't hide the monstrous murderous aura: "Do you think you've lived enough?" ”

That's why I can't wait to die.

The king's evil words landed, and he lifted his eyes to look at the man who looked exactly like him opposite.

The man seemed to know that the main master was coming, and his handsome facial features began to distort, began to be hideous, and began to change, until there was an extra ghost warrior mask on his face.

It's not who the Demon Sect Leader is!

"The king is evil." The sect leader's voice was veiled, but the surprise inside could still be heard: "Ghost...... Status......

That translucent body, not a ghost, what else could it be?

He regarded him as the first thorny enemy, and he actually died once?!

"When some people are alive, you can't beat them; There are still people who are dead, and you still can't beat them. Jun Shangye smiled, flipped his wrist, and swung the huge scythe at the head of the Demon Sect Master!

And with it the burning fire!

The Demon Sect Leader reacted extremely quickly, he quickly jumped to the window, and after the surrounding space was torn, he jumped and disappeared into this space.

The king knew that he couldn't catch up, so he didn't chase it, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the giant scythe disappeared.

"The Spirit of Gold." His thin lips opened slightly: "Well done." ”

"Of course, this little fairy's skills are not covered!" The spirit of gold is brittle, and then the crisis is resolved on its own, and the barrier disappears.

After the barrier disappeared, Jun Shangyi walked to the side of the bed, leaned over and gently removed the black hair covering Yin Wushuang's face, and saw Yin Wushuang's defenseless sleeping face.

With a soft heart, the hand that was originally going to pinch her nose turned into stroking her face.

"You have always been cautious, and because you are an alchemist who has access to a variety of medicinal materials, you have never been successfully poisoned so far, but today, you have been tricked."

He picked her up by the waist, put her on the pillow, covered the quilt again, and said helplessly:

"You say, I should be happy that I have ignored external factors and put me first; Or should you be annoyed that you don't recognize others as me and not be vigilant enough? ”

"Don't leave me." Yin Wushuang, who was in a coma, unconsciously confided his inner words.

Jun Shangxie's expression was stunned, and he smiled helplessly.

"I should have been there last night, but you were on the plane, I couldn't scare anyone from crying." He half-knelt down beside the bed, held Yin Wushuang's hand, and imprinted a kiss on the back of his hand, and said in a very soft voice: "Happy seventeenth birthday, my Queen." You'll sleep a little longer this time, but don't worry, I'm always there for you. ”

In the dark night, whose voice is gentle and indulgent.

Wu Feitu left, day and night alternated, Yin Wushuang didn't expect that he would wake up again, it was already three days later.

The Board of Directors is meeting today.