The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 434 Not even a single mosquito will be let go
Jun Moyuan looked at the shadow silently for a long time, and the shadow he saw was very nervous.

About a quarter of an hour passed, Jun Moyuan turned around and helped Leng Wuyou pull the corner of the quilt, and gently reached out to brush her cheeks, the tender affection in those strange blood pupils, " Qibao has to be obedient, and I will come back as soon as I recover from my injuries."

At that time, Leng Wuyou's soul was still ancient, and his body was asleep, so naturally he would not give him any reaction.

However, when Ying Ying heard Jun Moyuan's words, he was relieved, his eyes were tinged with joy, and the master was finally willing to heal his wounds.

Jun Moyuan withdrew his hand on Leng Wuyou's cheek, stopped by the bed for a while, hiding the worry in his eyes, and when he turned his head to look at the shadow, he instantly turned into the cold and cruel Thirty-Three Hall Regal.

Shadow watched his master's attitude change so quickly, and the corners of his mouth under the black scarf couldn't help twitching. Although he was a little afraid of his current master, he still couldn't help but want to complain in his heart.

Master, the difference in treatment is really...

If he hadn't been determined, he might have collapsed long ago.

It's just the master's hair...

Shadow wrinkled his face. Generally speaking, the change in hair color is not only caused by the appearance of some leaked talents and cultivation skills, but also the loss of a large amount of life energy.

The masters are all old monsters who have lived for an unknown number of years. They may be as old as tens of millions of years, but now their hair color has changed. How much life is lost? Shadow dare not think, even though those silver-gray Only one wisp.

"Your punishment has been temporarily postponed. Now you are guarding Qibao. Before I come back, no one can be let in, not even a mosquito or a fly. Remember." Jun Moyuan looked cold. Su, his eyes were fixed on the shadow.

"Don't worry, I will definitely guard Mr. Leng, and I promise not to let even a single mosquito in." Ying Ying also had a solemn expression on his face. He knew the importance of Leng Wuyou to his master. Now, Mr. Leng is a If a person who has no strength to restrain a chicken accidentally puts someone in, hurts Mr. Leng, or disturbs Mr. Leng's rest, the master will know about it, and he will not have to skin him.

Jun Moyuan took one last look at Leng Wuyou, and his figure gradually disappeared like a wave of water.

Thirty-three halls does not mean that there are thirty-three halls, but three halls.

The three halls are further divided into: the upper three floors, the lower three floors and the negative three floors.

The upper three floors are the combination of the Hall of Assassins and the Hall of News, and the lower three floors are the source of income for the entire Thirty-three Halls.

As I said before, the negative third floor is a place for training, a place for punishment, and a prison.

All kinds of people were imprisoned inside, even beasts.

Most of them are those who tried to betray the Thirty-Three Hall, get involved in the Thirty-Three Hall, and those who came down from the upper realm.

These people didn't kill them, they were actually used to take blood.

The purpose is to refine human blood pills.

Jun Moyuan's figure appeared on the third floor, and he walked slowly along the corridor on the third floor.

There were quite a few people who bumped into him along the way, but they just hurried past him as if they didn't see him, and some even almost ran into him. It was the last moment, Jun Moyuan He avoided it by himself.

The reason why they couldn't see him was because Jun Moyuan had covered his body with an invisible spell.

He walked all the way inside, even though he encountered many corners or places occupied by buildings on the road, he still walked in a straight direction, and those buildings were directly pierced by him past.

Along the way, the more he walked, the fewer people around him, and the narrower the road became, until finally he stood in front of a wall.

The dark wall is natural, and the smoothness is a bit weird. People standing here can reflect people's images.

(End of this chapter)