No matter how much you grow up, it's also the master's little Konghou. Gong Hou rubbed his head against Tianmiao's palm, squinting happily.

"Well, it's always my little Gonghou." Tianmiao smiled. Of course, it will always be her little Konghou, and it will never change.

"Master, where are you going?" Gong Hou asked.

"I'm going to take care of something, just right, you can come along." Tianmiao looked up at the front, "Let's go." If you don't hurry up, you'll have to go back in time. ”

"Okay." Hearing Tianmiao say this, Gong Hou became a little nervous.

Then Tianmiao took Gong Hou's hand, turned into a streamer, and disappeared in an instant.

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"Qingjun, you dissipate the souls of our mothers, if it falls into the hands of those people, we will only suffer day and night, and we will never be able to live forever." A woman's voice was resolute, desperate.

"No, there's still a glimmer of hope, and I won't give up. Hold on a little longer, as long as we get to the East China Sea, as long as we go to the Heavenly Dao Gate, we will definitely be saved. A tired man's voice replied.

In the sky, the man's green clothes were about to be dyed red with blood, and he flew all the way, and the blood sprinkled down from the air, turning into a little blood rain, which was shocking. He carried two small bottles in his arms, which contained the spirits of his wife and children.

"But I'm afraid we won't be there...... Qingjun, I don't want our children to suffer from the burning of the flames......" The woman's voice was desolate, painful and desperate.

"Hold on a little longer, Hongying, hold on a little longer...... Our family can be reunited, we can live in the sun, we can still fly together in the blue sky, and we can ......" Qingjun comforted, but tears couldn't help but flow. What did they do wrong? They have cultivated hard, they have never done anything to harm anyone or any living being, they just live quietly in their small world, but they have to be hunted down by those greedy humans.

Those humans captured his wife and children, skinned and blooded, flesh and blood were used for alchemy, bones were used for refining weapons, these are not counted, their souls are imprisoned, they are used to inject into weapons, and what kind of artifact is refined. How can they be so vicious? Hateful, hateful!

He lurked in and finally stole the souls of his wife and children, but was discovered. Humans are shouting greedily, there is a stronger demon beast here. Then they began to hunt him down, and it had been several days and nights.

He was also running out of energy.

"Ahead, someone!" Qingjun looked at the two figures in front of him, and his heart was shocked, and then he continued to sink. It's over, it's over! It's all over! Caught between the front and back, he no longer had the strength.

"Quick, that monster is exhausted!" Voices of human excitement were heard from behind.

Qingjun stopped in mid-air and slowly closed his eyes in despair. He's ready to blow himself up! With his wife and children, self-explosion will not leave a single cent for these greedy and vicious humans.

The humans chasing after him were getting closer and closer, and Qingjun's hand was gently placed on his chest, stroking the bottle containing the souls of his wife and children, waiting for death. It's just that in my heart, there is still too much unwillingness, too much anger and hatred.

"Bold!" Suddenly, a woman's scream rang out.

A gust of wind blew past Qingjun, and then a scream came from behind Qingjun.

What happened?

Qingjun opened his eyes in astonishment, and saw that the two figures in front of him had appeared in front of him.

(End of chapter)