Major General Zhu shouted coldly: "Are we dead? How dare you humiliate Little Ye Master in front of us like this. You can see what kind of life Little Ye Master and Little Master are living where we can't see! Ye Haipeng! You
This is too much!"
The third major general, named Jun Wuyuan, is considered the most powerful among the three. He has also made great achievements for Shenwu and can be regarded as the most powerful one in the military general world.
He has not spoken since he appeared in Ye Mansion.
At this moment, he took off the silver mask on his face, revealing a face covered with scars.
The knife marks were densely covered and looked terrifying.
He is as steady as a mountain, and the iron-blooded aura of a soldier exudes.
Compared to the other two who are tall and muscular, he is taller, has a slim build, and his skin is even white.
There was a sense of sinisterness all over his body.
He pressed the mask lightly on the table and looked at Su Linglong with a sinister look: "Master Ye, Mrs. Su, now that we are back, if you dare to insult the young marquis again, you will be punished by death."
"Little Marquis, we are late."
Jun Wuyuan faced Chu Yue and lowered his head.
No one among the disbanded Zhenbei soldiers could have imagined that Ye Haipeng was a jackal and that Ye Mansion was a place that would eat people without spitting out their bones.
They thought that with the remaining power of Zhenbei Hou, Lord Ye would not be too miserable.
But I don’t know——
Chu Yue looked at Jun Wuyuan's face, but her expression was in a daze.
It may be an occupational disease caused by being an alchemist. Looking at the scars on his face, he wanted to heal them.
As far as she knew, Jun Wuyuan was once a handsome man famous in the vassal states. He also loved to burn incense, bathe, and hold a fan in the winter wind.
Unfortunately, the family fell into decline and the whole family was slaughtered.
The nine hundred members of the Jun family were all turned into blinding blood on that thunder and lightning night.
Jun Wuyuan came back from abroad, and when he saw this scene, he knelt in the blood river, facing the corpses on the ground, and cut his own face with his own hands.
He wants to leave behind all his baggage and become a cold-blooded person.
After the Zhenbei Army was torn apart, Jun Wuyuan went to investigate the massacre of the Jun Mansion, but so far there are no clues.
The bloody smell on Jun Wuyuan's body made Su Linglong and others dare not say a word.
Shivering.
Creepy.
He is like Yama on earth, coming here bathed in blood.
Xiao Bao suddenly came to Jun Wu Yuan's side, grabbed Jun Wu Yuan's hand, raised his head and said, "Uncle, don't be angry. Today's baby and mother are full of passion every day."
Xiao Nai's voice melted away the shadow between Jun Wu's brows.
He knelt down and approached Xiaobao.
Xiaobao looked at his face without any fear, and even smiled affectionately.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" Jun Wuyuan asked.
Someone once said that his face could scare a three-year-old child into crying at night.
Xiaobao blinked his eyes, tilted his head, grinned, and smiled brightly: "Why are you afraid?"
"I'm ugly." Jun Wuyuan said.
"Uncle, you have to be more open-minded."
Xiaobao patted Jun Wuyuan's shoulder solemnly and said sincerely: "Everyone also said that Baobao is a wild child and does not deserve to be born in the world, but Baobao believes that Baobao is the luckiest child in the world. Because Baobao owns the world
The best beautiful mother and the best father."
"Uncle, you are protecting me and my mother. The baby is so happy, how can he be afraid?"
"My mother has taught the baby to cherish everyone who is worthy of cherishing. For the baby, uncle, you are the person worthy of cherishing and admiring."
Xiaobao said it with style.
The corners of Jun Wuyuan's eyes were wet, and he laughed immediately.
He stretched out his hands tremblingly, hugged Xiaobao, and smiled heartily.
Thinking about it carefully, I haven't smiled like this for a long time since everyone in your mansion died of hunger.