Major General Zhu shouted coldly: "Are we dead? How dare you humiliate Master Xiaoye in front of us like this? It can be seen that where we can't see, what life did Master Xiaoye and Master Xiaoye live? Ye Haipeng! You are too bullying!"

The third major general, named Jun Wuhen, is the most powerful among the three. He once made great contributions to Shenwu and is also considered to be the existence of Taishan Beidou, a military general.

He has never spoken since he appeared in the Ye Mansion.

At this moment, he took off the silver mask on his face, revealing a scarred face.

The knife marks are covered with scary looks.

He is as stable as Mount Tai, and the iron-blooded breath of soldiers is emitted.

Compared to the burly and strong of the other two, he is tall, has a very thin figure, and even has white skin.

There was a slight sensation all over his body.

He pressed the mask lightly on the table and looked at Su Linglong with a look of time: "Head of Ye family, Mrs. Su, now, we are back. If you dare to bully the little marquis again, it will be a death sentence."

"Little Marquis, we're late."

Jun Wuhen faced Chu Yue and lowered his head.

No one of the disbanded soldiers in Zhenbei would have thought that Ye Haipeng was a jackal, and Ye’s mansion was a place where people could eat and not spit bones.

They thought that with the remaining power of Zhenbei Hou, Xiaoye Master would not be too miserable.

But I don't know-

Chu Yue looked at Jun Wuhen's face, but she looked dazed.

Perhaps it was because of an occupational disease of an alchemist, looking at the scars on his face, he thought about healing.

As far as she knows, Jun Wuchen was once a handsome man famous in the vassal states. He once loved to burn incense and bathe, holding a fan in the winter wind.

But the family fell into trouble and the whole family was slaughtered.

The 900 people from the Jun family became dazzling blood on that thunderous night.

Jun Wuhen returned from outside. Seeing this scene, he knelt in the blood river, and cut his face with his own hands towards the corpses all over the ground.

He wants to throw away all his burdens and become a cold-blooded person.

After the Zhenbei Army was divided into pieces, Jun Wuhen went to investigate the Jun Mansion's massacre, and there were no clues so far.

The bloody smell on Jun Wuchen's body made Su Linglong and others dare not say a word.

Shivering.

Creepy.

He is like the Hell on earth, bathing in blood.

Xiaobao suddenly came to Jun Wuchan's side, grabbed Jun Wuchan's hand, raised his head and said, "Uncle, don't be angry, the baby and mother are full of passion every day."

The little breast sound transformed the darkness between Jun Wuhen's eyebrows.

He squatted down and approached Xiaobao.

Xiaobao looked at his face without any fear, and smiled affectionately.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Jun Wuhen asked.

Someone once said that his face could scare the three-year-old child to cry at night.

Xiaobao blinked his eyes, tilted his head, grinned, and smiled brightly: "Why are you afraid?"

"I'm ugly." Jun Wuhen said.

"Uncle, you have to be more open-minded."

Xiaobao solemnly patted Jun Wuhen’s shoulder and said earnestly: “Everyone also says that the baby is a wild child and is not worthy of coming to the world, but the baby believes that the baby is the luckiest child in the world. Because the baby has the best beauty mother and the best father in the world.”

"Uncle, you are protecting me and my mother. The baby is so happy. Why are you afraid?"

"My mother taught the baby to cherish all the people who are worth cherishing. For the baby, uncle, you are the person who is worth cherishing and admiring."

Xiaobao said it well.

Jun Wuhen's eyes were wet and he laughed loudly.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, picked up Xiaobao, and smiled happily.

Think about it carefully, I haven't laughed like this for a long time since the Jun Mansion was hungry.

Kid.
Chapter completed!