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The sky, even to the ground, as far as the eye can see, is all blood-colored.

The wind carried a strong smell of blood, which seemed so heavy, and when it blew on the face, it was all 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 all the dust settled, it was so quiet that there was no sound to be heard.

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

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai with a peaceful face in his arms, and slowly raised his hand, his movements were slow but very gentle to caress her little face full of blood, and his fingertips couldn't stop trembling.

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

His chin lightly touched her forehead, and Jun Moyan trembled violently.

The breath touched the wounds on his body, even his heart, and every time he struck, the pain was spasmodic and painful, almost killing him to death.

"Little ......"

A whisper, but no response from her.

There was a throbbing pain in his heart, stronger than strong, almost drowning him and suffocating him.

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

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

“…… It's okay, don't be afraid. ”

As if talking to himself, he spat out a soft sentence, and slowly closed his eyes.

The tears in his eyes all fell.

I didn't dare to look at how devastating the despair in his eyes was.

The air quieted down, and gradually, a faint halo slowly enveloped him.

Immediately after, 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 are dotted, like fireflies, slowly spreading between heaven and earth, as if with the hope of life.

Those speckled golden starlight fluttered in a blood-red, so weak, yet so vibrant.

He hugged her, his lips pressed against her forehead, his eyes closed, countless starlight enveloping him, and the halo around him became more and more intense.

In the midst of lifelessness, he seemed to be the only life in this heaven and earth.

Even Wen Xiaoai, who was in his arms, seemed to have a breath of life slowly.

A little starlight lingered around her wound, and slowly, her wound stopped bleeding, and slowly, her wound began to heal......

The chaotic sky also seemed to sense the resurgence of life, and struggled to clear the clouds.

cast the light into the world.

When the first rays of sunlight pierced through the shroud and obstacles of death and fell on him, the halo on his body also exploded in an instant.

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

When the halo on his body was rising and intense to its peak, suddenly, it shattered like glass.

His body turned into countless starlight at that moment, spreading out between heaven and earth.

At a glance, it is no longer the red eyes, but the starlight with the hope of life.

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Five months later

Wu Garden

Squad after squad of guards patrolled under the balconies, marching in unison, but it was heavy to listen to.

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

Turning his head to look at the balcony - the weather was fine.

The man then lifted the covers, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom.

After brushing and washing his teeth like a copy and paste, the man changed into a formal suit and then dressed neatly.

Tying up the last tie, the man straightened his cuffs as he left the room and went downstairs.