Chapter 636 He Who Is Dressed In Black Is Actually Covered In Blood

"Little boy..."

Wu Zhihan who hurt Jun Moyan didn't know what happened, the situation was even worse than Jun Moyan.

Her nails, which were stained with Jun Moyan's blood, were even more coquettishly red, but each of her fingertips felt piercing pain.

Soon the pain spread from the fingertips, first the fingers, then the whole palm, the arm, the whole arm...

She couldn't even resist the man's attack alone.

The man beat him so much that he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Wu Zhihan stared in horror at his own arm that was so painful that he couldn't move at all, wishing he could cut it off with his own hands.

Then he looked up at Jun Moyan in disbelief, and waves of overwhelming fear came over him.

Who is he, who is he.

When Wu Zhihan was in a daze for a moment, Wen Xiaoai had already come to her, and a purple light flashed by.

Wu Zhihan hurt Jun Moyan's hand, and Ziguang chopped off his entire arm to the ground.

Before she could scream, the figure of the man followed Wen Xiaoai.

The moment the man came to Wu Zhihan's body, his figure turned into a black sword and passed directly through Wu Zhihan's body.

Wen Xiaoai took the opportunity to slap Wu Zhihan's back of the head hard again with the palm painted with the ghost-suppressing blood talisman.

"what……"

Wu Zhihan stared unwillingly, looked up to the sky and screamed.

The cry was shrill and lasted for a long time.

Her body shattered like glass in an instant, turning into tens of millions of pieces.

Both Wen Xiaoai and the man fell to the ground in embarrassment, looking at Wu Zhihan who kept screaming in mid-air.

Finally, Wu Zhi disappeared into the world with ashes and smoke, leaving behind a puddle of black sticky matter.

In her ears, her unwilling screams seemed to still be echoing.

Everything gradually returned to calm.

This fierce battle is finally over.

Several people are relieved.

The man sat on the ground, almost exhausted, his body was shaking at the moment.

Inadvertently, he glanced at the black, blood-like thing left by Wu Zhihan.

But I saw that there was a faint layer of black smoke on the black thing.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the black smoke closely, as if he wanted to see it clearly, but because it was a little far away and it was night, he couldn't see clearly.

He made a move and attracted the wisp of black smoke that obviously did not belong to Wu Zhihan.

Black smoke lingered in his palm, the man looked at the black smoke in his palm, and after a while, his eyes suddenly burst out with killing intent.

He stared at the black smoke in his hands, shaking with anger.

He withdrew his hand fiercely, and snuffed out the black eye in his hand.

Teeth were clenched.

left! strict!

The man suppressed all his emotions, stood up with some difficulty, and just wanted to help Wen Xiaoai.

But Jun Moyan had already helped her up.

After Wen Xiaoai got up, he hugged Jun Moyan...

The man stood where he was, looking at the two hugging each other foolishly. All the injuries on his body at this moment were nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

Unprecedented sadness and heartache.

Watching the woman I love greet and care for my enemy, throwing myself into her arms, I believe there is really nothing more sad, ridiculous, and heartbreaking than this.

He stood there dressed in black, looking at his distressed figure that no one cared about really made people feel distressed.

Even if you don't take off that mask, you can still imagine the sadness in his heart and the hurt and sadness in his eyes at this moment.

He was dressed in black, but he was also covered in blood, but no one could see it...

"...Brother, are you okay?"

The young man bravely stepped forward to ask.

The man glanced sideways at the young man.