Allure Summoner

"flourishing!"

There was a painful murmur from the side, the voice was very weak but it was still sent into Jun Qianxi's ears by Night Breeze.

Her half-covered eyes suddenly opened, and she began to look up and down at the woman standing facing the wind.

But the other party didn't move at all when he heard these two words, instead there was a trace of deep pain and disgust in his eyes.

She waved her sleeves, and the cold air filled in the air flowed with her sleeves, condensing into a gray sphere in front of everyone's eyes.

There was a cold light in her eyes, and she sent this cloud of coldness to Jun Qianchen.

She seemed to have expected that the other party would die this time, and there was a little joy in her eyes.

She glanced again at Jun Qianxi's toes and disappeared in place.

This cloud of cold air is very strong, coupled with the opponent's energy covering it, Jun Qianxi can't stop it even if he wants to.

As for Duanmu Ming, he has always been on the sidelines.

Sometimes his Xi'er's heart softens for a few days a month, and he has to take care of the aftermath.

Without this damned man, how could his Xi'er suffer so much.

Jun Qianchen's whole body was shrouded in yin and cold air, and the muscles and veins all over his body were shattered in an instant.

But there was no trace of complaint on his face, he tried his best to avert his gaze: "Xi'er, this is what I owed your mother, and now I have finally paid it off! What I owe you, I have to pay it back in my next life! "

"Brother, don't talk!"

Jun Wumian came to his side, concentrating spiritual power in his hands to heal his wounds.

"Wumian, I really regret that I didn't listen to you back then. I made a wrong step. I have to blame myself for this fate. I can't blame others!"

His face has turned gray, and his eyes are a little broken: "The Jun family... Xi'er..."

Jun Wumian held his powerless hands, with a mournful expression on his face: "Brother, leave the Jun family to me, and Xi'er will live well!"

Hearing his assurance, Jun Qianchen finally let out the breath he held in his heart, and finally his soul was shattered by the invading cold air.

The surroundings became quiet, and Jun Qianxi didn't know how she was feeling. To her, Jun Qianchen was just a cheap old man picked up through time travel. If he didn't care for her, he wouldn't have any so-called emotions. Just watching Until he died like this, there was always a little depression in my heart.

"Xiao Xi'er, everyone has a destiny, and a damned person won't live long!"

Duanmuming embraced her and whispered in her ear.

Is this consolation?

But these words are really useful, and the depression in her heart no longer exists.

"Brother Wumian, when the sun comes out, I'm afraid this corpse will not be able to keep it. It might rot and turn into a damned skeleton. In my opinion, you'd better leave as soon as the Suohun Road opens!"

He is obviously chasing people away. He is going to rob the tomb with his family, Xi'er. He is already busy enough with a damn skeleton by his side. If there is another man, he will be too busy. ?

The grief on Jun Wumian's face did not weaken. He got up and looked at the woman standing beside him, and said, "Xi'er, the Jun family has faded out of the secular world. If there is a chance, I hope you can go back and have a look!"

After he finished speaking, he took Jun Qianchen's body up Suohun Road, and disappeared under the dense white mist without looking back.

Jun Qianxi subconsciously moved her footsteps, she suddenly wanted to speak to call Jun Wumian, but was forcibly carried away by the people behind her.