There was suddenly a sourness in my heart, and a different kind of emotion was flowing through me.
Jun Qingjue narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the monster's beautiful face in front of him, sensing the powerful aura and pressure on his body, and witnessing his terrifying strength.
He is obviously a cold, scary and dangerous person, but just being held by him gives me a warm feeling and a sense of peace of mind.
The string in my heart had always been tight, but now in Jun Moye's arms, it strangely relaxed and disappeared without a trace.
He said that he was his pride and that he was great...
A warm current slowly flowed through my heart, but a small feeling of joy gradually spread.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Jun Moye whispered softly: "Don't you like daddy at all?"
"I like it!" Jun Qingjue replied decisively. After speaking, a flash of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly hid it.
Of course he likes his father and admires him very much.
It's just that the way they met now was too sudden, which made him feel a little flustered.
Listening to his affirmative answer, Jun Moye smiled lowly, stretched out his hand, opened his palms, and condensed a dense dark element in his palms, slowly moving towards Jun Qingjue's body, autonomously.
It was repairing the injuries in his body and also giving his spiritual sea some strength.
"I..." Jun Qingjue's eyes froze slightly, and he wanted to say something. Jun Moye shook his head: "Don't talk."
There was a hint of unquestionable firmness in his tone, and there was more love and distress in his eyes.
Jun Qingjue nodded and became silent. The cold aura on his body dropped a lot, but the murderous aura and evil aura still existed.
Perhaps the reason for staying here for a long time is that it cannot change or disappear for a while.
Even though Jun Moye instilled energy into him, after many days of hard work, many days of fighting, many days of consuming energy and physical strength, his body had already reached its limit, but he still held on.
Now that he was able to relax, he suddenly fainted. His purple eyes slowly closed, his rosy cheeks were very pale, and his eyebrows were full of fatigue.
Jun Moye stroked his cheek distressedly, held him in his arms, and whispered softly: "Go to sleep, Daddy will not let you get hurt again."
My heart is filled with deep distress, guilt and self-blame.
Seeing one's son in such a state, with such serious injuries, would make anyone feel bad and feel uncomfortable in his heart.
Jun Qingxin stayed quietly in Xuan Ming's arms, witnessing everything that happened to Jun Qingjue, seeing the black robe stained with blood, seeing his physical condition reach the limit and fainting, and also feeling the bad condition of his body.
Condition.
The hands hidden in the sleeves were clenched into fists, his head lowered, and his purple eyes became a little deeper and more cold.
Her brother, whom she loves.
Her mother, she loves.
Her daddy, she loves.
Her family and the people she loved were all hurt again and again, and what was even more disgusting was that that person was her nominal grandfather.
She only felt ridiculous for a while, but more importantly, she felt chilled.
Their family didn't provoke anyone. They just came to the Shenwu Continent and the Nine Heavens. It was impossible to provoke the Evil Emperor.
There is nothing more heartbreaking than seeing a loved one injured and collapsed in front of you.
A flash of coldness and indifference flashed across his purple eyes, and he secretly made a decision in his heart...