Chapter 1303 Turned Into Countless Stars

The sky, connected to the ground, stretch as far as the eye can see, are all blood-colored.

The wind was filled with a strong smell of blood, and it looked so heavy. When it was blown on the face, it was full of sticky blood, which made people feel that their hands and feet were a little heavy.

I don't know how long it took, and when all the dust settled, the surrounding area was eerily quiet, and no sound could 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, slowly but gently stroking her blood-stained face, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

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

Gently touching her forehead with her chin, Jun Moyan trembled violently.

Breathing affected the wounds on his body, and even his heart, every time he breathed, the pain was convulsive and painful, almost killing him alive.

"Little boy..."

She whispered softly, but she never got a response.

There were bursts of throbbing pain in the heart, stronger than the next, almost drowning him and suffocating him.

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

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

"...It's okay, don't be afraid."

He seemed to be talking to himself, spit out a sentence, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The tears in the eye sockets all fell down.

I didn't dare to look at the despair in his eyes that made people collapse.

The air became quiet, and gradually, a faint halo enveloped his body.

Immediately afterwards, a golden starlight suddenly radiated from his forehead.

With the appearance of this golden starlight, countless starlights continuously emerged from his body.

Little stars, like fireflies, slowly spread between the sky and the earth, as if with the hope of life.

Those flecks of golden starlight drifted in the blood red, so weak, yet so vibrant.

He hugged her, his lips were pressed against her forehead, his eyes were tightly closed, countless stars surrounded him, and the halo around him became more and more intense.

In the dead air, he seemed to be the only life in this world.

Even Wen Xiaoai in his arms seemed to be slowly breathing life.

Little stars lingered on her wound, and slowly, her wound stopped bleeding, and slowly, her wound began to heal...

The chaotic sky also seemed to have sensed the recovery of life, and tried hard to clear the clouds.

Cast the light into the world.

When the first ray of sunlight penetrated the shroud and obstacles of death and fell on him, the halo on his body also exploded instantly.

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

When the halo on his body continued to rise to its peak, it suddenly shattered like glass.

His body turned into countless stars at that moment, scattered in the sky and the earth.

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

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five months later

Wuyuan

Team after team of guards patrolled past under the balcony, walking in unison, which made people feel heavy.

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

Turning to look at the balcony - the weather is fine.

The man immediately lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and walked into the bathroom.

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

After fastening the last tie, the man tidied his cuffs before leaving the room and going downstairs.