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When Jun Qiyan heard the commotion behind her, she stopped her steps and turned around. She saw Di Mo Jiu's cold sword pointed at Ruo Si. Ruo Si's face was covered with tears. It looked extremely lovely.

Di Mo Jiu was also a bit surprised when he saw Ruo Si's tears. He was only pointing a sword at her.

Ru Si was a mercenary, to be able to get a big boss woman in a mercenary union, it wouldn't be a problem for her to rip off a man's head with her bare hands, yet she cried after such a small fight.

Di Mo Jiu wasn't in the mood to accompany Ruo Si and cry. He skillfully put the cold sword back into the sheath on his waist, and then strode towards the direction of Jun Qiyan.

"Stop them!" Di Mo Jiu's Ruo Si suddenly shouted out in a stern voice. Her sharp voice drilled into Jun Qiyan's eardrums.

Suddenly, Ru Si jumped into the air and pulled out the dagger from her waist. Jun Feiyan's right hand subconsciously gripped the sword hilt at her waist …

Just as Jun Qiyan was about to pull out the treasured sword at her waist, she was suddenly embraced by someone. The man's chest was as hard as an iron board, causing Jun Qiyan's forehead to hurt.

But before she could react, she felt a wave of dizziness.

However, she had forgotten to guard against Di Mo Jiu. When Di Mo Jiu saw her suddenly leap into the air, he did his best to leap towards her. His speed was so fast that others could only catch a glimpse of his black afterimage.

After being hit by Di Mo Jiu's palm on Ruo Si's shoulder, she immediately fell backwards, heavily hitting the stone statue's back.

For a moment, the stone shattered like stone and splattered everywhere. Ru Si was also powerlessly lying on the ground like a rag, vomiting out a mouthful of dark red blood.

Ruthie struggled to stand up, her right hand clutching her injured left shoulder. She viciously swept her gaze over the mercenaries who were staring at her with wide eyes. "A bunch of useless bums!"

All the mercenaries lowered their heads in haste, but Ruo Si became even angrier: "What are you standing there for?! Hurry up and help me return to my room to recuperate!! "

As for Jun Qiyan and Di Mo Jiu, they stood on the other side.

When Jun Qiyan withdrew from Di Mo Jiu's embrace, he discovered that she had already arrived outside the Eastern City.

"Why don't you go directly to the Jun residence?" Looking at the towering city walls, Jun Qiyan's heart couldn't help feeling a little nervous. Unknowingly, his hand that was hanging at his side was tightly clenched.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it." Di Mo Jiu looked at her silently. If he brought her directly to the Jun Family's residence and saw the scene inside, he might faint on the spot.

Jun Qiyan was silent for a moment, then jumped onto the city wall. His toes lightly tapped on the eaves, and he leapt freely and rapidly towards the direction of the Jun residence. Di Mo Jiu followed closely behind.

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Jun Qiyan lightly landed on the ground. She slowly raised her hand and was about to touch the door when she unexpectedly started to retreat.

It had only been less than an hour since Jun Xuanfeng had sent his voice transmission. No matter what happened, she would definitely be able to save it and would definitely have enough time to do so.

Di Mo Jiu could see her retreating figure, so he lightly patted Jun Qianyan's shoulder with his broad and broad palm. Jun Qiyan looked at him for a moment, and then calmed her heart. Finally, she mustered the courage to push open the heavy door of the Jun Family.

The vermilion door was pushed open, and a pungent smell of blood assaulted Jun Qiyan's nostrils. When Jun Qiyan saw the scene in the mansion, he almost fainted.

The Jun residence's front yard was littered with the corpses of servants. Their wounds were full of fatal wounds, and fresh red blood stained the floor of the courtyard. Only God knew what had just happened here.

"Wu …" "Uncle Wu, Aunt Wang …"

Jun Qiyan covered her mouth as her vision blurred.

The people on the ground were the servants who used to treat him very well, but now, they were lying on the ground. Blood was continuously flowing out from their necks, and their faces were completely devoid of any color.

Tears welled up uncontrollably from Jun Qiyan's eyes. It was as if all the strength in her body had been sucked out of her. She subconsciously supported the pillar at her side, but she didn't notice that it was spattered with blood.

Looking at the bright red liquid within his palm, Jun Qiyan suddenly felt as if the entire world was spinning around her. No matter whose blood it was, they were all her closest kin.

"Grandfather …" "Mo Chen …"

Jun Qiyan muttered in a low voice, his expression was somewhat absent-minded as he staggered forward, looking for Jun Xuanfeng through the corpses.

The entire Jun Family had been massacred, and not even a three-year-old child had been spared. Jun Qiyan's pupils were dyed red with blood, and the whites of her eyes were bloodshot. She could see all the tragic and bloody scenes unfold before her eyes.

"Mo Chen —!"

In the corner of the study room, Jun Qiyan found the heavily injured Jun Mo Chen. His white robe had long been dyed red by fresh blood, and the corners of his mouth still had dried up traces of blood as he leaned lifelessly against the wall.

"Mo Chen …" Mo Chen, I'm dying. Can you look at me? "Mo Chen …"

Jun Qianyan was kneeling beside Jun Mo Chen, looking at him with a perplexed expression. He stretched out his hand but didn't dare to touch him. He could only call his name over and over again with a sobbing tone.

She could not believe the scene in front of her eyes. Jun Mo Chen, who used to stand in front of her arrogantly and gently smiling while clad in fresh clothes, had gradually overlapped with the bloody and lifeless Jun Mo Chen in front of her.

"Dye …" When Jun Mo Chen heard Jun Qianyan's voice, he reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at her weakly.

"Are you all right? "Sorry, it's all my fault for being late." Jun Qiyan tightly held Jun Mo Chen's hand, and his tears fell onto the back of his hand.

She carefully observed that when she held Jun Mo Chen's hand, his face was a little pale. Even though he had tried his best to suppress the pain on his face, Jun Qiyan had still discovered it.

"If I hurt you, just say it. Let me see your injuries." As Jun Qiyan spoke, he was about to lift up his sleeve to check his injuries.

"There's no need, it's alright …" Before Jun Mo Chen could finish his words, Jun Qiyan had already lifted his sleeves.

The shocking wound on her wrist appeared before her eyes, causing her to stare wide-eyed at the man in front of her in disbelief. How could he endure such pain?!

"Your hand... Your hand?! "

Jun Qiyan's hands were trembling as she looked at Jun Mo Chen in disbelief. She could tell from this injury that the culprit had not intended to kill him, but had brutally severed the tendons in Jun Mo Chen's hand.

What would Jun Mo Chen do in the future? Those two hands of his were born to take the sword. If he broke his tendons, then it would be better to kill him!

"Not only my hands, my feet, but my cultivation …"

Jun Mo Chen looked as if he was afraid that Jun Qianyan would be worried about his safety, and a gentle smile was still plastered on his face. He wanted to wipe the tears off his face, but his hands were unconscious, and he couldn't even move his fingers.