The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 61 Revenge for you 7
While speaking, he pulled Jian Luo's arm and hid.

However, before he could hold Jian Luo, Jian Luo flew out like a kite with a broken thread.

'Pfft' As soon as Jian Luo fell to the ground, his blood surged and his blood splashed everywhere.

"Jane Luo—"

Looking at this scene, Jun Moran almost couldn't stand up.

He rushed to her side at the fastest speed in his life, "Jian Luo."

Help her to wipe the blood from her mouth.

My heart twitched suddenly, as if I couldn't breathe.

"Look, the glass stone has reacted."

When the orange glazed stone splashed the blood spit out by Jian Luo, it emitted a more dazzling light, wave after wave, dazzling but also gorgeous.

After saying a word, a smear of blood oozed from the side of his mouth.

Jian Luo looked at the glazed stones indifferently, and murmured, "As long as all six are collected, I...I can... go home."

The blood gushed out more and more, so much Jun Moran didn't know how to stop it.

The original white clothes on Jian Luo's body were instantly covered with dots of red, like winter plum blossoms blooming against the wind.

"Luo Er, shall I avenge you?"

Jun Moran rubbed the corners of her lips with his fingertips, and there was more and more blood there, which dazzled his eyes and hurt his heart.

The voice was soft and gentle as if coaxing a child to sleep.

Jian Luo's consciousness became more and more confused, and her eyelids wanted to close heavily.

In the mist, it seemed that she had returned to the cold ground.

Through the last slit before he passed out, he vaguely saw a man in purple covered in aqua blue.

The hand gestures kept turning, and the mouth kept talking, as if he was chanting something, until he couldn't see anymore, and Jian Luo passed out completely.

Jun Moran stood in the stone room with a gracious figure, turning his hands over and over, his whole body was covered with a layer of faint water-blue light, soft like water.

Immediately, he shouted 'Feng——' A water-blue ray of light, like a sharp arrow off the string, quickly moved towards the two-horned golden tiger.

The two-horned golden tiger opened its eyes wide open, looked at Jun Moran in disbelief, opened its mouth, wanted to say something, but didn't say it after all.

Immediately, it turned into a statue and returned to the stone table.

The difference is that this time the statue has its eyes closed, like a cute little tiger sleeping soundly.

(End of this chapter)