Jun Mohan blamed himself for wanting to say something, but found that all the language was pale.

Feng Sujin and Jun Mohan have been together for such a long time, and they also know him.

Looking at his look of pain, she was also distressed. "Master, don't blame yourself. Don't blame yourself. You saved me. When I was a child, you brought me to the temple of the ethereal. Later, I didn't protect myself. I almost died. It's not your fault."

Feng Sujin doesn't want Jun Mohan to blame herself.

"Jin'er, Shifu expelled you from the school because Shifu realized the importance of you to Shifu and my feelings for you. Shifu is sorry for you."

They are talking about things in the age of demons.

When Feng Sujin heard this, she was completely relieved.

What she wants is the feelings of Jun Mohan.

Feng Sujin smiled and then closed her eyes.

"Jin'er, jin'er, don't sleep, don't sleep..."

Feng Sujin coughs and spits out blood. The corners of her mouth are full of blood.

Jun Mohan hurriedly wipes the blood from the corners of her mouth to Feng Sujin, but it can't be wiped out.

"Jin'er, don't scare me, don't scare me..."

Feng Sujin held up her eyelids and said weakly, "master, Mo Han, cough I am tired, very tired... "

"No, no..."

Seeing Feng Sujin close her eyes, her breath will be cut off, and Jun Mohan will not care about it any more. She will start pouring her strength into Feng Sujin.

At the same time, his hand moved, and the whole space of the nine realms moved.

Jun Mohan is ready to rebuild the nine realms at the last time. Before that, he used the consolidation of blood painting, which contains the power of the creation God and can seal the nine realms.

Before, there were layers of space. Now, he re divided the creatures in the nine realms into time and space, so that different creatures belong to different time and space, so that each time and space world has its own rules.

No space-time will affect another space-time. One level is the human world.

The nine realms began to move slowly, with a flash of light. Everyone seemed to be sleeping, and didn't know what happened.

Those dark forces have been solved.

The army of the first level also went back, but the memory was erased by Jun Mohan.

All of them are the power of the creator.

After everything was arranged, Jun Mo's face became even paler, and his blood was completely overdrawn.

However, he still left the last strength to fengsujin to heal the wounds of fengsujin.

He wants his a Jin to live well.

At the end of the day, Jun Mohan lowers his head and kisses the forehead of Shangfeng Sujin. A drop of blood and tears flows down.

No one found that drops into the heart of fengsujin's eyebrows, a flash of light, this drop of blood and tears belonging to junmohan into the body of fengsujin.

Even Jun Mohan didn't seem to find out.

He is just in the heart of the severe pain, the most is not willing to wind Su Jin.

"Jin'er, Shifu is sorry for you."

"Ah Jin, live well, live well, live well with my love..."

……

finally murmured, and the whole body became foam and disappeared in the air.

I don't know how long it took, Feng Sujin seemed to hear the voice, Jun Mo's cold voice, her lashes trembled, slowly opened her eyes.

"Ink cold, ink cold..."

Feng Sujin felt that her heart was empty, and she began to shout, painfully.

Feng Sujin's tears continue to flow out, she began to run around, looking for Jun Mohan.