Phoenix on Fire: Allure of the City

Hundreds of thousands of troops, eight people killed for a whole day and night, the world was filled with a strong bloody smell, disgusting, the eight people were covered in blood, like hell messengers, exhausted but also very happy, they have not been on the battlefield like this for a long time .

Jun Wushang carried Xiyao back to the dormitory, healed her wounds without saying a word, how could she be so stupid, it was a divine weapon, she was a little phoenix and hadn't passed the tribulation, how could she bear it?

Although the wound was healed, the artifact pierced her body directly, and a lot of her own vitality was leaked. As a last resort, he injected his own vitality into her body, only to find that her physique was actually seven-colored vitality , This is a unique physique in the world. He was stunned for a while, but he still didn't stop sending her vitality. It wasn't until a day later that Xi Yao's complexion became a little bit brighter. The first thing Xi Yao woke up was to find Jun no regrets.

"Wushang, Wushang, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Jun Wushang was both distressed and angry.

"I'm the Demon Emperor, who can hurt me? It's you, who rushed out without hesitation, do you know how worried I am? What if something happens to you and you ask me to do it? Besides, you are about to cross the catastrophe. How can something go wrong at this juncture? Don't you want to take revenge?"

Looking at Jun Wushang with a gloomy face, Xi Yao also knew that she was wrong, but at that moment she rushed forward without thinking about anything, it was because she didn't want him to get hurt in the slightest.

"Wushang, I know I was wrong, but I want to protect you, no matter how powerful you are? I just want to protect you, I have no other thoughts."

A warm current flashed in Jun Wushang's heart, yes, even if he is powerful, so what?He also needs someone to protect him, he needs someone to care for him, and he needs someone to know that he is not omnipotent, and he is also fragile, but no one has ever understood him under the halo of the Demon Emperor.

The first thing Jun Wushang did was to kill all the maids and guards who served Xi Yao in the bedroom, and all of this was hidden from Xi Yao. Jun Wushang looked expressionlessly at Xiao Mochen and Song Ziyuan who were kneeling underneath. People also knelt on the ground together, not daring to move.

"Tell me about your faults?"

Everyone knew that once Jun Wushang used the word "Benhuang", it meant that he was angry.

Xiao Mochen first admitted his mistake and bowed his head.

"It was the guard's mistake that caused the divine artifact to fall into the hands of the goblin. Please punish him, His Majesty the Demon Emperor."

Jun Wushang snorted coldly, and the coercion wandered among the few people, making people dare not breathe.

"Mistakes? Can one mistake solve everything? What about you? Song Ziyuan? You have been managing the Yaozu for many years. Why did you come out with so many sins this time?"

Song Ziyuan lowered his head, not daring to look at Jun Wushang.

"This time the goblin's rebellion seems to be without warning, but my subordinates speculate that someone must have provoked it deliberately, and my subordinates have already gone back to investigate. All the goblins who participated in the battle that day did not have any abnormalities before going out. It seems that they changed overnight. They are clamoring and clamoring that they want to destroy the demons, saying that the demons are miserable, and they want to seek justice."

Jun Wushang rested his chin with one hand.

"According to what you said, this turmoil was premeditated?"

"This is just a subordinate's guess."

Jun Wushang's robe moved lightly: "Since this is the case, I will give you a chance to find out who did it. If you can't find out, there is no need for you to stay by my side."

Several people retreated quickly and left the bedroom, sweating unknowingly, thinking that they were doomed this time, but they didn't expect His Majesty the Demon Emperor to vent his anger by not punching them a few times.