Li Weiran's face was swollen purple, his lips were slightly parted, and the dust poured into his lungs, making him want to cough uncontrollably, but he couldn't even cough.
But when he saw clearly who was coming and who was choking his throat, Li Weiran laughed softly.
A hoarse voice comes out with difficulty from between his lips and teeth: "Di Ming Jue, you finally found it?"
Di Ming Jue looks at him coldly, with mocking and cruel killing intent overflowing in his eyes: "Li Weiran, do you really want to tell your identity and your grievances with Ji Yu, but I don't want to hear it."
After finishing speaking, the five fingers tightened suddenly.
card!
The sound of bones breaking came from Li Weiran's neck.
Muyan on the side was simply stunned by this turn of events.
She never expected that Di Ming Jue would come suddenly.
And as soon as he arrived, without saying a word, he directly killed Li Weiran.
No, not right!
It is not so easy to die from Weiran.
Sure enough, the figure whose neck was cut off in Di Ming Jue's hands gradually seemed to be smeared with ink, turning completely black, and then disintegrated and collapsed like gravel, finally dissipating in the air.
Di Ming Jue is obviously not surprised by this.
He raised his hand, and a weapon that looked like a knife but not a knife, a sword but not a sword appeared in his hand.
Swipe lightly in the air.
In an instant, blood splashed out of a void.
Muyan seemed to hear Li Weiran's muffled groan.
But Di Ming Jue's movements didn't stop, and he drew out the second sword again.
However, at this moment, a low, mocking and cursing voice rang in Di Ming Jue's ears, causing him to freeze the second sword that was about to be swung.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Di Ming Jue's hand holding the weapon is tightly clenched, and the veins on the back of his hand bulge out inch by inch.
If you look closely, you can still see his body trembling slightly.
And his complexion was bleak and pale every inch of it.
"Di Ming Jue, Di Ming Jue!"
Seeing that his condition is not right, Muyan rushes over to grab his hand, "Di Ming Jue, are you okay? Did Li Weiran hurt you..."
Her voice stopped abruptly.
He met a pair of blood-red eyes.
Di Ming Jue's whole state is very strange.
It seemed to be tyrannical and crazy, and it seemed to be painful to the bone marrow, and all thoughts were lost.
His red eyes were out of focus, gradually infected by these negative emotions.
The divine power in his body overflowed uncontrollably, causing the surrounding air, and even this world, to crumble.
Faintly, Muyan heard thunder coming from the sky outside the house.
That should be a warning from Heaven, or the imminent punishment.
"Di Ming Jue! Di Ming Jue, what happened to you?!"
Muyan held his face in panic, forcing his eyes to focus on herself.
"Di Ming Jue, look at me!"
The red eyes gradually changed from lax to solid.
The looming ice blue alternates with scarlet, gradually reflecting her figure.
"Muyan..." A low, hoarse voice overflowed from between the lips and teeth, like a call that waited for a thousand years.
The collapse of the surrounding space disappeared.
The faint thunder outside the house gradually faded away.
Muyan let out a long breath, rubbed his face with slightly cold fingertips, and said softly: "Di Ming Jue, what happened? Did Li Weiran tell you something?"
Di Ming Jue suddenly stretches out his hand to grab her waist, and hugs her tightly into his arms.
Hold tight, hold tight.
It was so tight that it seemed as if he wanted to rub her into his own flesh and blood.
Muyan can almost hear the creaking sound of her bones being strangled.