Jiang Wenjun was petrified on the spot---

After a long time, he said, "Little Seventeen, you actually ---."

Huang lightly waved the folding fan in his hand and said, "Now is not the time to talk about this, uncle, you are really here for this obvious game." ”

Jiang Wenjun said in a deep voice, "These turtle sons, I will definitely not let them go!" I am the one who is free to be in the Hou Mansion, I will definitely save it. ”

"Uncle, your reckless temperament really hasn't changed."

Huang Qing's black eyes sank slightly, not to mention her uncle, even she would not allow the people of the Xiaoyao Mansion to die so tragically.

His eyes fell on the execution ground, heavily guarded, and those guards were all very powerful martial arts masters.

And among them, there are naturally some soul cultivators, and the highest level has already reached the realm of junior elemental spirit masters.

Huang snorted coldly, and he was really willing to pay his blood.

And on the prison beheading platform, a burly middle-aged man made Huang frown slightly, that person, a royal family, had already reached the realm of a high-level earth spirit master!

I really came prepared.

Huang Qingwan snorted coldly, his eyes fell on Yao Xi again, I don't know what realm that demon girl has reached, if so, Huang Qingwan doesn't mind abusing her to death by the way.

"Uncle, how are the injuries?" Huang Qingwan saw that Jiang Wenjun's face was a little pale, and he couldn't help but be a little worried.

"Little Seventeen, don't worry, you can't die---" Jiang Wenjun patted his chest and said.

Huang Qingwan didn't talk nonsense, and directly poured out a bunch of healing elixirs, all of which were given to her by the little fox when she left the Illusory Mansion.

Jiang Wenjun's chin suddenly opened into an 'O' shape, so many pills, shiny, not ordinary at first glance, he didn't expect that Huang Qingwan was like pouring jelly beans, brushing and pouring out a lot of them.

You must know that at this level of elixir, each one can be estimated in terms of priceless value.

Huang Qingwan directly stuffed it into his mouth in one breath, patted his chest with his bare hand, and said, "Uncle, return to blood ---"

Jiang Wenjun was extremely speechless, the first time he took pills like this, it was like eating jelly beans, such a luxury, he was going to be struck by lightning!

"Uncle, what level are you at?" Noon was approaching, and Huang asked in a loud voice.

Jiang Wenjun didn't leak his spiritual power, and Huang Qingwan didn't know what realm he had reached before.

"Uncle is not talented, he has been mixed with a mid-level Heavenly Spirit Master for many years---"

Huang Qingwan was slightly shocked in his heart, but he didn't expect Jiang Wenjun to look like he was unproductive, but he had already reached the realm of a middle-level Heavenly Spirit Master.

At the age of twenty-five, it is already quite terrifying to have such an achievement.

It's a pity that such a powerful uncle couldn't bring his mother back from death.

In Huang's eyes, a moment of sadness flashed.

"Little Seventeen, Sister ---" Huang's light gaze seemed to touch the strings in Jiang Wenjun's heart, and her whole person suddenly became gloomy.

led the troops to break into the Jiaoyun Palace, and his sister was in front of him, holding a bowl of poison, staring at him from afar with sad eyes.

And he was blocked by those turtle king bastards, and after one battle of life and death, he was seriously injured and abused like a dog, but he was his sister, and he used his last strength to turn out a spiritual power from his body to help him leave.

"Xiaojun, take care, help my sister take care of the good girl and the baby ---"

Jiang Wenjun's eyes were about to split, and a heart-rending sister resounded throughout the Holy Moon Palace.

Failing to take Jiang Wenjing away is the regret and wound of his life.

"Little lady, back to her sun---" Huang Qing's voice was low, the body of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, the voice was also that of a teenager, a deep voice, and the sadness was very strong.

Jiang Wenjun closed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly.