The sky is connected to the earth, and it is endless, full of blood.

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

I don’t know how long it took, but when everything was settled, the surroundings were terrible quiet, and I couldn’t hear any sound.

He also seemed to have used all his spiritual power and seemed so tired at that moment.

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai with a peaceful face in his arms, and slowly raised his hand, his movements slowly but gently stroked her bloody little face, and his fingertips couldn't help but tremble.

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

His chin gently pressed against her forehead, and Jun Moyan trembled violently.

The breathing touched the wound on his body, and the heart and mouth. Every time he blew, it felt so painful that it was almost hurt to death.

"Xiao Guai..."

A whispering softly, but she never got her response again.

The heart was filled with pain, and the more powerful it became, almost submerging him and suffocating him.

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

It seemed like a long time later, and it seemed that only a few minutes later, he stiffened his body, slowly lowered his head, and his blood-stained lips kissed her forehead.

“…It’s okay, don’t be afraid.”

He seemed to be talking to himself, uttering a light sentence, and then slowly closed his eyes.

All the tears in my eyes fell.

I dare not see how despair in his eyes was so devastating.

The air became quiet, and gradually, a faint halo was slowly covered with his body.

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

With the appearance of this golden starlight, countless starlight continued to emerge from his body.

The stars and stars slowly disperse between the sky and the earth, as if with hope of life.

The spots of golden starlight floated in the blood red, appearing so weak, but so full of vitality.

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

In a dead state, he seemed to be the only life in this world.

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

Little bits of starlight lingered on her wound. Slowly, her wound no longer bleeds, and slowly, her wound began to heal...

The chaotic sky seemed to sense the recovery of life and tried hard to clear away the clouds and fog.

He casts light into the world.

When the first beam of sunlight penetrated the cover and obstacles of death and fell on him, the halo of his body also exploded instantly.

It was so dazzling that it was almost impossible to see his face.

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

At that moment, his body turned into countless starlights and spread out between heaven and earth.

At first glance, there is no longer the red color, but the starlight with hope of life.

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Five months later

Wuyuan

Teams of guards patrolled under the balcony, with the same pace, but it sounded heavy.

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

Turning my head to look at the balcony-the weather is very good.

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

After brushing teeth like copy and paste, the man changed into a formal outfit and dressed neatly.
Chapter completed!