Before the soldiers could come back to their senses, a purple light appeared on Jun Wuxie's body.

As soon as Zi Ling came out, all the soldiers were stunned.

Purple Spirit!

This young man turned out to be Zi Ling!

The despair of despair destroyed everyone in an instant. They didn't have time to make a sound, and the purple spiritual light accompanied Jun Wuxie turned into a lightning bolt, sweeping across the entire courtyard with an amazing degree!

When Jun Wuxie's figure appeared behind the soldiers again, the soldiers were stiff and stiff as if they were immobilized.

The purple aura on Jun Wuxie's body slowly dissipated, and then there were a series of splashing sounds!

More than a dozen soldiers in the yard lost their heads in an instant, and the wounds of more than a dozen people splashed out with hot blood. The blood splattered into the air and spilled wildly, like blood rain falling in the yard, covering everything.

In the bloody rain, Jun Wuxie slowly walked towards the little emperor who was protected by the young man.

The red and red eyes were so strange. The innocence that was originally could no longer be found in those eyes.

The young man holding the little emperor was motionless, stiffened in the bloody rain, and roared threateningly at Jun Wuxie.

"I won't hurt him." Jun Wuxie said softly.

She didn't know who the young man was, but she recognized the voice.

In the last carriage in Qiaoguo, the roars that sound from time to time came from this person.

All the soldiers of the Qiao Kingdom were destroyed, but this man appeared here, protecting the little emperor in a protective manner.

Jun Wuxie believed that he must be related to the little emperor.

The young man's roar became smaller and smaller, and there was no trace of his numb eyes, but he slowly let go of his hand holding the little emperor. His tall body could not survive the cover of death. The arrows inserted behind him and the countless scars had consumed all his vitality. He slowly let go of his hand, and his tall body quietly fell to the ground...

The little emperor stood there in a daze, as if he didn't know what had happened, and he didn't move.

Jun Wuxie hurriedly stepped forward to check the young man's injuries, but this investigation surprised her. The young man seemed extremely strong, but the tendons and veins in his body had been completely disrupted. With the strength of his force, his body had already been hollowed out.

Jun Wuxie suddenly remembered Fan Zhuo's words and the creepy research in the Twelve Palaces.

If she was not mistaken, the young man would have been hit.

However, he was poisoned deeply, poisoned into his bone marrow, and his soul had been completely sacrificed, leaving only a body, like a puppet, without independent consciousness, forcibly breaking through the limit of his body, allowing him to completely go out of energy under this consumption, and his flesh and flesh quickly shriveled to the point of flesh and blood, and soon turned into flesh and blood.

All this came too quickly and too suddenly. Jun Wuxie was unprepared for this situation. Even if she wanted to save her, she was powerless to turn the world back.

The young man's flesh was almost shriveled, but his eyes gradually returned to a hint of clarity. His eyes were staring at the back of the little emperor, as if he had thousands of words to say, but he had no strength and no time.

"I will take care of him." Jun Wuxie looked at the young man for some reason, and suddenly thought of Jun Qing. The emotion that only relatives could reveal shocked her.
Chapter completed!