The breath of Jun Mo's cold body is very strong, covering the whole conference hall.

Just like his breath now, the cold air is released. It's the weather just entering autumn, but everyone seems to feel the piercing of the cold winter.

The air pressure on Jun Mo's body is too strong. He passed by many people. Everyone could feel that he couldn't breathe at that moment. His whole body seemed to be frozen all of a sudden. It was cold.

Everyone looked at Jun Mohan, and felt that he had the aura of King's presence in the world.

It seems that they are really watching the emperor pass by, making them want to worship involuntarily, and even have an impulse to kneel down.

This man

Jun Shao, how can the aura be so strong.

Those bodyguards and shadow guards can feel the awe inspiring murderous smell.

The expert knows that this is the breath from the killing field.

They can't help but follow a Lin in their heart.

At this time, Jun Mohan's vision is full of fengsujin. In his eyes, there is a storm, and his whole body is also swept by the wind and rain.

He walked step by step, his eyes were full of fengsujin, with cold fog at the bottom of his eyes. There were too many emotions, too complex, and no one could tell.

Feng Sujin looks at Jun Mohan like this. Somehow, although he hasn't come to her, she feels that her whole body is covered by his breath, which makes her unable to escape.

Feng Sujin's eyes on Shangjun's ink are cold, and her heart quivers fiercely. Such eyes make her dare not to look at each other, or even say she can't stand it.

Feng Sujin really has an impulse to run away.

But it's more sad. It's still painful.

She clearly told herself to be strong, but in the moment when she saw Jun Mo's cold, her eyes could not help but shed tears.

The feeling of missing and pain.

Feng Su Jin purses her lips, stubbornly turns her head to one side, and no longer looks at Jun Mo Han.

But no one knows, her heart can no longer be calm, the sea of hearts has surfaced with waves, waves rolling, the impact of her are not stable.

There are yearnings, deep feelings and a trace of strange resentment.

She wants to control her emotions rationally, but some emotions and some emotions cannot be controlled by reason.

Jun Mo's pain is so obvious. His a Jin is so thin.

He was bloodthirsty and broke into the capital. He saw the press conference on the big screen in the square. At the moment when he saw Feng Sujin, he was almost overwhelmed by his thoughts and emotions.

But what he can't stand most is not these, but Feng Sujin. She has lost weight, and she has become so painful to him.

He felt that moment heart in lingchi the same, an inch was cut off.

This is the one he holds in his hand and loves. He would like to let her eat more every day before. Even if he ate more, he would be happy and just want to fatten her up.

But I didn't expect him to come back again and see her figure falling down as soon as the wind blows.

Mingming all like this, but to bear these strong, so strong and emaciated figure, let him heartache of no more.

"A Jin, a Jin..."

When Jun Mo was suffocating, he was reading these two words. When he returned to the capital, she gave him support.

She said she would take care of herself.

But think of her injury think of her fever, think of some things happened in the capital, Jun Mohan only blame himself, blame himself.