Their goals are obvious, they are Jun Qingjue and Jun Qingxin.
Jun Qingxin fell asleep quietly in Jun Qingjue's arms, moved her body, and murmured: "Mother..."
The immature child's voice had a thick nasal sound and was unclear, as if he was dreaming about Mu Hanyue in a dream.
Jun Qingjue suddenly opened her eyes, her purple eyes filled with darkness and coldness. Because his body was facing away from the two men, neither of them noticed that he had woken up.
Looking at Jun Qingxin who was calling Mu Hanyue's name while she was sleeping in her arms, Jun Qingjue narrowed her eyes slightly and calmly nodded at Jun Qingxin's sleeping bag. Listening to her even breathing, she began to feel relieved.
Come.
Then his purple eyes became cold again, and his body exuded a cold aura.
With a flash of black light, Jun Qingjue's body had left the couch and was floating quietly in the room. His purple eyes were charming, but with an invisible coldness, and he exuded a dark aura.
His small body concealed a huge explosive power, and he seemed to have some shadow of Jun Moye.
Although he is not as dangerous and mysterious as Jun Moye, he should not be underestimated. He has a unique temperament of his own.
His whole body exuded a dark aura, full of coldness and murderous intent.
Purple eyes were locked on the two men, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and the childish voice was cold and domineering: "Who sent you here?"
The two men in black were both slightly shaken. They looked up at the small figure in the air, feeling a little shocked and surprised in their hearts.
He actually noticed them.
The ghost hand looked at the ghost face, raised his eyebrows, and asked silently, and the sound was transmitted into the ear canal: "Do you still want to take action?"
The ghost face's eyes suddenly sank, and there was a killing intent in his eyes: "Do it!"
Jun Qingjue narrowed his eyes dangerously and sneered: "If you want to kill us, we also want to see if you have the strength. Let me ask you for the last time, who sent you?"
Although his cold voice was still a little childish, it did not reduce his innate cold and arrogant aura.
Ghost Hands and Ghost Face were both slightly startled and looked at Jun Qingjue in surprise.
Could it be said that he could hear both of their voices?
Ghost Face snorted coldly: "If you want to know, I will tell you when you die."
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his big hand, and a blast of wind element hit Jun Qingjue.
But the ghost hand turned around and attacked Jun Qingxin, who was sleeping soundly on the couch. A ball of water element condensed in the palm of his hand, and his five fingers formed into claws, aiming towards Jun Qingxin.
Jun Qingjue's eyes suddenly froze, a look of solemnity and darkness flashed across his eyes, and a ball of dark elemental power burst out from his body, quickly attacking the ghost hand, imprisoning it inside, and also suppressing his attack.
Dissolve it.
He raised his eyes and stared at Ghost Face, a dark aura flashed across his purple eyes. Ghost Face's body was unable to move for an instant and stopped in mid-air, and the cyan elemental power in his palm disappeared instantly.
Jun Qingjue looked at the ghost's face coldly, with a slight curve at the corner of his lips, but his purple eyes were cold and murderous. A dark elemental power condensed in his palm, exuding a faint light, as if
From the deepest part of the Nine Nether Hells.
Ghost Face's body trembled slightly, and his eyes suddenly sank: "Let me tell you, can you let us go?"
Jun Qingjue smiled coldly: "I don't like others to provoke me the most. Do you think you have a way out?"