And the sinister cold in Blood Crow’s eyes made Jun Moyan’s whole body uncomfortable.
For a moment, he seemed to see a river of blood more magnificent than the Yellow River in those blood-red eyes.
And in this river of blood, it seemed as if ten thousand ghosts were howling, as if gathering all the evil spirits from hell.
In a trance, Jun Moyan thought he could hear the ghastly wails of ten thousand ghosts tearing at each other.
This was indeed horrifying.
Jun Moyan hadn’t expected the crow to dare hold his gaze for so long.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and a fierce aura burst out from him. Centered on him, it quickly spread to the entire room, instantly turning it into a land of extreme cold.
Wen Xiao’ai, lying on him, couldn’t help but shrink her little body.
He stared coldly at the Blood Crow on the balcony, barely holding on.
A pervasive intent to kill accompanied by a powerful aura attacked him head-on.
As if his brain was harshly slapped by a giant wave, Blood Crow suddenly closed its eyes, and two lines of blood tears flowed from its sinister eyes, dropping onto the balcony.
Not just from the eyes, but also from the ears, nose, and mouth, blood flowed out.
When it opened its eyes again, the area around its eyes was blood-red, making its already eerily blood-hued eyes even clearer and more sparkling.
Blood Crow was overcome and, with some difficulty, fluttered its wings, black as the night, and flew away from the balcony.
As it left, Blood Crow seemed to have just endured a fierce battle, exhausting all its vital energy, making its departure extremely difficult, nearly plummeting to the ground several times.
Even its cry sounded as if it was seriously wounded.
As Blood Crow left, the fierce look in Jun Moyan’s eyes gradually dissipated.
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He looked at the place where Blood Crow had stood, deeply moved.
Such eyes, as if able to kill, appearing on a crow was excessively strange, strange enough to give someone the creeps.
Jun Moyan withdrew his gaze, his face somewhat pale.
This condition seemed to be the same symptom as the severely drained crow just now.
The little bun on him moved again.
Jun Moyan pulled up a thin quilt beside him and gently covered Wen Xiao’ai with it.
His gaze fell on her fluffy little head, his eyes deep, conveying inscrutable secrets.
In the past few days, truly many strange things had occurred.
A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, staining the ice bed beneath him red. The blood quickly seeped into the ice bed emitting white smoke at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was like a fine piece of white jade stained with blood at one corner.
In a quiet, dark room, a figure shrouded in dark aura was enveloped.
From the silhouette, one could tell it was a young man.
The man was seated cross-legged on the ice bed, clutching his slightly aching chest, his face pale, bleeding from the seven orifices.
His eyes, reddened by his own blood, emitted a sinister, faint light...
Veins on his forehead slightly bulged as if he had just endured tremendous pain.
Raising his hand, he wiped off the blood under his nose and at the corner of his mouth.
His lips, stained by the blood, parted slightly as if he wanted to speak, but no sound came out...
Wen Xiao’ai stretched lazily, clinging to Jun Moyan’s chest, unwilling to get up.
Feeling someone staring at her, Wen Xiao’ai then opened her eyes.
Her little paws propped against Jun Moyan’s chest, she raised half her body to meet his gaze.
Seeing Jun Moyan’s incredibly handsome face, Wen Xiao’ai immediately perked up.
Having just woken up, her voice was even softer and more coquettish than usual, tickling the listener’s heart.
Jun Moyan was no exception.