Jun Wuxie couldn't explain why she had such a big reaction when facing Xiaojue, who was covered in blood. She had long been accustomed to the prey of the weak in this world, and even she had always followed this principle.

The success of the king and the defeat of the enemy, from ancient times to the present, only the real strong can laugh to the end.

The weak have always been victims of history.

She knew this truth, but she still felt that Xiaojue, who was stained with blood, looked extremely dazzling.

That child should have lived carefree.

Because it is rare, it makes people cherish it even more.

But now, there is a huge question in Jun Wuxie's heart.

Is Xiaojue now really the little emperor she knew at the beginning?

Will such a gentle child really start a massacre due to the influence of red blood?

Jun Wuxie was unable to be sure that Xiaojue had lost all his memory now, and his behavior and language were extremely simple. He could not even understand the conversation that was too complicated. He acted more according to his instinct.

But does that instinct come from the little emperor himself or the soul-suppressing jade?

What Jun Wuxie wanted to save was that soft-hearted little guy, not a soul made out of thin air.

Jun Wuxie didn't speak, and Fan Zhuo and the others couldn't say anything more, so they could only sit quietly aside.

In the carriage, Xiaojue changed into a bloody dress and put on clean clothes, but he did not get out of the car immediately. Instead, he curled up his legs and hid himself in the corner of the carriage, holding his knees with his hands, and his white little faces were full of anxiety and grievances.

Even though he couldn't understand too much, he felt it.

The little brother was unhappy.

Xiaojue didn't dare to go out and looked at Jun Wuxie's eyes at this time. He was afraid, but he didn't know what he was afraid of. Silent tears slid from the corners of his eyes and quietly dripped along his cheeks into his collar.

There was silence in the forest and no one spoke.

After a while, Jun Wuyao returned with Ye Mei and Ye Sha. There was no trace of blood on the three of them, but the strong smell of blood made people clearly know what they did.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Jun Wuyao stopped three steps away from approaching Jun Wuxie. He wanted to take Jun Wuxie into his arms and rub it well, but he did not forget that the little guy didn't like the bloody smell on his body.

Jun Wuxie glanced at Jun Wuyao and nodded slightly. He clearly had a small face that was the same as before, but it still allowed Jun Wuyao to catch her abnormality.

Jun Wuyao's eyes swept over the heart that was discarded on the grass. Looking at the small blood-stained footprints walking along the way, a smile involuntarily emerged from the corner of his mouth.

"What? That little guy did something that upsets you?"

Jun Wuxie shook his head, but after a moment she said, "He was good at it, but I don't want it."

Jun Wuyao chuckled and said, "You don't want the little ghost's hands to be covered with blood, right?"

Jun Wuxie nodded.
Chapter completed!