He couldn't take Jun Feiyi's life wheel, but his power was destroyed by Feng Ao.
The sunset hung in the sky, and the residual red glowed with a faint light, just like the traces left by the colorful dance in the sky.
The setting sun is faintly like blood, reflecting the picturesque landscape. The day is coming to an end, and the killing has just begun to unfold.
When Feng Ao led the masters of the Ming family to strangle the killers trained by Jun Feiyi, the smell of blood spread for ten miles, and the coquettish blood almost dyed the sky red, blurring everyone's vision, and floating in the sky forming a tragic song.
In that brutal killing, none of Jun Feiyi's killers could die in peace. They were all beaten to death, with pieces of flesh and blood flying in the air. In the end, only wreckage was left on the ground, and blood flowed freely.
The blood may turn into blood rain and fall from the sky to the ground.
Or it flows directly from under the lying corpse and gathers in one place.
The bright red colors mingled across the land under the setting sun, demonstrating the vulnerability of their master.
When the last ray of the setting sun disappeared, Mo Feijun had already appeared in the palace.
He saw Yun Dieyi, who was lying on the bed and had woken up. He covered her pale face with his hands, without any trace of mourning, because all the pain was growing crazily in his heart, and he wanted to kill anyone who hurt her.
People were cut into pieces,
"Without my permission, how could you make yourself look like this?"
In the past, he had countless regrets for Yun Dieyi.
It’s a pity that I can’t see Yun Dieyi smiling picturesquely in the sunshine, that I can’t see her lying on a soft chair, surrounded by golden light, and that I can’t watch her retort every other person’s words in her own way.
One scene.
But this time, he...hated himself.
This was the first time in his life that he hated himself, hated that he could only exist in the night and could not appear when she needed her.
The day and the black clothes straddled his world, forming a sharp dividing line, leaving only ink in his life. However, he did not blame the fate of these things, but now... he could not help but blame the obstacles that were like an abyss.
Day and night before him.
The woman he loved most was hurt like this in front of her.
But he didn't protect her at that time, not because he didn't have the ability, but because he didn't have the opportunity.
Yun Dieyi tried his best to smile, although the smile on his lips was very shallow, "It's okay. My injury is not a problem. It may be healed in a few days...it's just a minor injury."
There were clouds and rain last night, scars tonight, things in the world are really unpredictable.
It was only when she saw Mo Feijun's appearance now that she realized more and more that he was the person she wanted to rely on.
She is not a weak woman, and this injury is not enough to make her feel hurt. She only feels safe and real when she sees him.
Wu Qin, who had already entered the room with the boiled soup, handed the medicine to Yun Dieyi.
Seeing this, Mo Feijun took it directly, gently checked the temperature of the medicine, and then pounded the spoon in the jade bowl to make the taste of the medicine more even. His gentle movements made Wu Qin on the side stunned.
, "I feed you..."
Yun Dieyi stretched out her hand to grab the medicine bowl, "I'm not that fragile yet."
I haven’t enjoyed the warm treatment of being given medicine for so many years, and now I’m really not used to it.