Chapter 1962
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When Qu Ling Yue stepped onto the horse carriage, her eyes fell on Jun Wu Xie at the last second, as a silent farewell.
At the same time, Bai Yun Xian sat in the horse carriage, looking at Mo Qian Yuan who was sitting by the window. Her gaze fell on him, hiding an unknown emotion, but that emotion was tinged with a trace of helplessness, just like how he was looking at Jun Wu Xie through the window.
Jun Wu Xie and Jun Wu Yao stood side by side outside the city, watching the Lower Realm's fifty thousand army and their families and companions leave.
The mighty army, headed towards the sky where the sun was setting, gradually disappearing from Jun Wu Xie's sight.
That night, Jun Wu Xie slept deeply. In her dreams, she seemed to have returned to the Lower Realm, back to the Lin Palace. She seemed to see Jun Xian sitting in the main hall, with a kind smile on his face, and she seemed to see a spirit named "Father" behind her.
That night, Jun Wu Yao was unable to sleep for a long time. He sat in the courtyard under the night sky, his brows tightly furrowed.
"Lord Jue, is Young Miss' soul ….." Ye Mei looked at Jun Wu Yao's face and asked worriedly.
With Jun Wu Yao's strength, how could he feel tired just from helping a few people extract their souls?
There must be something wrong with Young Miss' soul.
"Little Xie and I are the same." Jun Wu Yao suddenly raised his head up to look at the bright moon hanging high up in the sky, and within the turmoil in his eyes, there was a glint of joy.
He finally understood, why, that short period of interaction, made him unable to leave her.
They were originally the same.
"What?" Ye Mei was stunned.
"Do not tell anyone about this, and do not mention it to her." Jun Wu Yao's eyes sharpened as he ordered.
Ye Mei immediately knelt down and said: "Yes."
Early the next morning, Jun Wu Yao came to Jun Wu Xie's room. Jun Wu Xie was already prepared and when she saw Jun Wu Yao walking into the room, she was already a little excited.
"Is it okay today?" Jun Wu Xie was still regretting the failure of the soul extraction yesterday.
Jun Wu Yao nodded.
"Give me your hand." Jun Wu Yao said suddenly.
Jun Wu Xie was a little puzzled, but she still did as she was told, placing her fair little hand upon Jun Wu Yao's palm.
It was not known when a sharp dagger had appeared in Jun Wu Yao's hand, and the dagger was pressed against Jun Wu Xie's wrist, drawing a shallow line of blood vertically. A trickle of blood flowed out from the wound, but the wound was very shallow and Jun Wu Xie did not feel any pain.
Jun Wu Yao dipped his finger into Jun Wu Xie's blood and drew a seal between her brows.
"Just like that ….." Jun Wu Xie still wanted to ask more but in an instant, a wave of dizziness hit her and she lost consciousness in the blink of an eye, falling into Jun Wu Yao's arms.
Jun Wu Yao narrowed his eyes as he looked at the unconscious Jun Wu Xie. Under his gaze, Jun Wu Xie's body slowly turned transparent and the clothes on her seemed to have lost their support as they fell to the ground.
"Ye Jie." | Jun Wu Yao said coldly.
The moment Ye Jie who was standing guard outside heard Jun Wu Yao's voice, she immediately placed the painted clothes with Jun Wu Xie's birthdate and eight characters on it into a copper basin to burn it up completely. At the moment it was completely burnt up, the clothes on the painted clothes were all put on Jun Wu Xie's body.
When Jun Wu Xie woke up slowly, she found that her soul had unknowingly left her body and the little black cat was lying beside her, fast asleep, while Jun Wu Yao sat at the side looking at her thoughtfully.
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