Chapter 168: Half-brother and sister

"We're leaving, are you going to stop you?" Long Jun asked softly

When the demon pig heard it, stopped? It didn't dare, so it hurriedly moved its huge body to make way for it.

The front was scorched black and cracked, and a piece of clothing hung on the branch of a tree in the distance, and several weapons fell from the tree, including swords and swords.

It seems that this magic pig has taken the lives of many people.

It wasn't until he walked out of the Twilight Forest that Shin woke up, and the pain made him almost pass out again.

"Letter, what's wrong with you?" Long Jun saw that his face was not good, and asked.

Shin's face, which had been pale from pain, was flushed.

He muttered, "It should be a broken rib," he said, he glanced at Long Yan, who was glaring at him with displeasure.

Long Jun frowned slightly, she didn't have amnesia, she remembered everything in the Dark Moon Palace, it was clear, but at that time, her body was not under her control, and she did something she didn't even think about, which made her very annoyed.

She remembered what Shin had said to her, and she didn't think it was Shin's nonsense in a state of confusion, and before that she could sense something else hidden in Shin's gaze as he looked at her.

She always thought it was an illusion, they were brother and sister, half-brother and sister, and there were some emotions that should not be on them.

Pale blue magical energy emanated from her fingertips, sinking into her chest, repairing his damaged ribs.

After a while, Xinxin, who had been breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain, finally looked at ease.

The power of healing magic can only be truly understood if you experience it firsthand.

"Let's go," Long Jun said lightly, turning around and going first.

Xin stared blankly at Long Jun's back, her deliberate indifference and alienation made his heart suddenly hurt so much, and he couldn't breathe.

When she was eight years old, Long Jun was still a little Longjun, a little Longjun who needed someone to protect her, she was bullied by several princesses and princes, and sat in the imperial garden, her cute little face was full of grass clippings and mud, and her big eyes were full of tears, but she couldn't bear to let them fall.

At that time, he vowed to protect her and take care of her for the rest of his life.

Later, he was expelled from the palace, he was penniless, there was nowhere to go, on a cold winter night, he was hungry and hungry, he thought he was dying, but he thought of the little dragon jun who fell to the ground, he knew that he couldn't die, he had to grow up, he had to become stronger, he had to protect her.

With this belief, he came back to life, lost his dignity as a prince, he begged along the street, hid outside the martial arts hall and secretly learned martial arts, only to be seen by a middle-aged couple with no children under his knees, accepted as a righteous son, and when he found out that he had the talent of a summoner, he sold the most valuable heirloom in the family and sent him to the summoner academy, which is what he is today.

He has a dream, he hopes that he has become a generation of strong people, very strong and strong, he wants to rush into the imperial city, he wants to take Long Jun out of the cold imperial city, give her warmth, give her a harbor.

In the past, he didn't know what ethics and morality were, but he only knew that if he wanted to be good to a person, he would be good to a person.

But now it's different, he has grown up, Long Jun has also grown up, and there are some things that straddle between them, and they can't be surpassed.

His sadness, his fall, all fell in the eyes of one person, she accompanied him sad, accompanied him to fall Mo.

Fang Yan quietly walked to the letter's side, didn't say anything, nothing was good, just quietly accompanied him on the way back to the city.

Shen people

The magnificent pavilions, the wide martial arts arena, and the rows of houses all show the financial resources and strength of the Shen family.

In the Shen family's living room, the patriarch Shen Haotian and his wife Li sat in the chairman, stretching their necks and looking out, looking anxious.

Li shouted: "Why haven't you come yet? Didn't you say you'd already enter the city? (To be continued)