"flourishing!"

A painful murmur came from the side, the voice was very weak, but it was still sent into Jun Qianxi's ears by Ye Feng.

Her originally half-covered water eyes suddenly opened and she began to look up and down at the woman standing in the wind opposite her.

However, when the other party heard these two words, he was not moved at all, but there was a trace of deep pain in his eyes.

With a wave of her sleeves, the cold and cold air filled with the air flowed along with her sleeves and condensed into a gray sphere in front of everyone's eyes.

A cold light flashed in her eyes, sending this cold and cold air to Jun Qianchen.

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

She glanced at Jun Qianxi again and disappeared from the spot.

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

As for Duanmu Ming, he always stood by and watched.

Sometimes when his Xier is soft-hearted for a few days a month, he has to take charge of the aftermath.

If it weren't for this damn man, how could his Xier suffer so much?

Jun Qianchen was covered by the cold and cold energy, and his tendons and veins were instantly frozen and shattered.

But there was no complaint on his face. He turned his gaze with all his might: "Xi'er, I owe you this to your mother. Now I finally paid it back! I can only pay it back what I owe you in the next life!"

"Brother, don't talk!"

Jun Wumian came to him and gathered spiritual power in his hands to heal his wounds.

"Wu Sleep, I really regret not listening to you at the beginning. I made mistakes in one step. It was my own fault to end up with this consequence, and I can't blame others!"

His face had turned gray, and his eyes were a little dissipated: "Jun's family... Xi'er..."

Jun Wumian held his hands without any strength, and his face looked sad: "Brother, let the Jun family leave it to me, Xi'er will live a good life!"

Hearing his promise, Jun Qianchen finally breathed out a breath in his heart, and finally his soul was shattered by the invading cold and cold air.

The surroundings were quiet. Jun Qianxi didn't know what she felt now. For her, Jun Qianchen was just a cheap dad who had been picked up by time travel. He had never given her care and naturally there was no so-called emotion. But when he saw him die like this, he was always a little depressed in his heart.

"Xiao Xier, everyone has fate, and damn people won't live long!"

Duanmu Ming hugged her and murmured in her ear.

Is this considered comfort?

But this is really useful, and the depression in her heart is no longer there.

"Brother Wumeng, this corpse will probably not be kept when the sun comes out. Maybe it will rot into a damn skeleton. In my opinion, you should leave quickly when the Soul-Scrawling Road is opened!"

It was obvious that he was driving people. He was going to rob the tomb with his Xier. There was a damn skeleton following him, and he was busy. If there was another man, wouldn't he be busy to death?

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

After he said that, he took Jun Qianchen's body onto the soul-seeking road and disappeared under the thick white mist without looking back.
Chapter completed!