Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The sky, connected to the ground, endless, all bloody.

The wind was full of a strong smell of blood, and it looked so heavy. The sticky blood on the face made people feel that the hands and feet were a bit heavier.

I don't know how long it took, when all the dust settled, the surroundings were terribly quiet, and there was no more sound.

He also seemed to have used up all his spiritual power, at that moment, he looked so tired.

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai with a serene face in his arms, slowly raised his hand, slowly but gently stroking her **** face, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

Tears fell on her face one by one, mixed with the blood on her face, turning into blood.

The chin touched her forehead lightly, and Jun Moyan trembled violently.

Breathing affected the wounds on his body, and even with his heart, every time he felt convulsive and painful, it almost made him alive.

"Little boy..."

There was a whisper, but she never got a response.

There was throbbing pain in the heart, stronger than once, almost overwhelming him and suffocating him.

He slowly tightened his arms and hugged her tightly in his arms, tears constantly falling.

It seemed that after a long time, it seemed that it was only a few minutes. He stiffened his body, slowly lowered his head, and kissed her forehead with his blood-stained lips.

"...It's okay, don't be afraid."

He seemed to be talking to himself, spit out a word, then slowly closed his eyes.

The tears in the eyes fell.

He didn't dare to see how desperate he was.

The air calmed down, and gradually, a faint halo gradually formed all over his body.

Immediately afterwards, a little golden starlight suddenly radiated from his forehead.

With the appearance of this golden starlight, countless starlights continuously emerged from his body.

Stars and dots, like fireflies, slowly disperse between the sky and the earth, as if with a lifetime of hope.

Those speckled golden stars wafted in a patch of blood red, looking so weak, yet so vibrant.

He held her, his lips pressed against her forehead, his eyes closed tightly, countless stars wrapped him, and the halo around him became stronger and stronger.

In a sense of death, he seemed to be the only life in this world.

Even Wen Xiaoai in his arms seemed to have a breath of life.

A little bit of starlight lingered on her wound. Slowly, her wound stopped bleeding. Slowly, her wound began to heal...

The chaotic sky seemed to sense the resurgence of life, and tried to get rid of the clouds and fog.

Throw the light into the world.

When the first ray of sunlight penetrated the envelope and obstacles of death and fell on him, the halo on his body also burst in an instant.

It was so glaring that he could hardly see his face.

When the halo on his body continued to rise to its peak, suddenly, it shattered and opened like glass.

His body turned into countless stars at that moment, spreading out between heaven and earth.

At a glance, it is no longer the full of red, and the starlight with life hope.

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Five months later

Wuyuan

Team after team of guards patrolled under the balcony, at the same pace, but it made people feel heavy.

On the big bed, the sleeping man slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

Turning to look at the balcony-the weather is fine.

The man immediately lifted the quilt, got out of the bed, and walked into the bathroom.

After copy-paste-like brushing and washing, the man changed into a formal suit and then dressed neatly.

Tie up the last tie, the man went out of the room while adjusting his cuffs and went downstairs.