Apocalyptic Rebirth: The Palm of the Army Young Man

Why is this happening.

He can be sure that in China, apart from the Jun family, no other family can practice cultivation.

Even if there is, it will definitely not be his father's opponent.

Who is it?

"North Mo..."

Jun Yilong saw his youngest son early in the morning.

The usually cold and meticulous man has a rare softer tone.

Jun Beimo came to the sofa and squatted down, "Well."

The tones sounded calm, as if they were normal.

But the vibrato with the end sound still showed his restless heart.

Jun Yilong looked at the younger son in front of him and reached out his hand to touch his head.

"I heard from your grandfather that you are the Jun family and the hope of the Sirius family. I can't watch the day when the Sirius family ascended."

Jun Yilong spoke very slowly.

Then I said something else.

Jun Beimo kept nodding, occasionally responding a few times.

Gu Jiu stood upstairs and saw the situation downstairs at a glance.

In addition to the color of blood, the solemn expressions of everyone remained.

There was a middle-aged man lying on the sofa, who was talking to Jun Beimo at this time.

She couldn't hear what she said, but she saw Jun Beimo's depressed back.

The battle of the Jun family still needs the blood and life of the Jun family as the price.

At this moment, Gu Jiu felt the sight falling on her.

Follow that scorching-hot gaze.

The owner of his gaze was the middle-aged man lying on the sofa.

This person is from the Jun family, with that somewhat cold face, even if it is stained with blood, it is not difficult for people to see that he is somewhat blood relative to Jun Beimo.

Jun Yilong looked at the woman standing upstairs.

A very beautiful woman.

It's a pity that those eyes don't have much emotion.

When looking at Jun Beimo, some of them just looked at him a little, but they didn't have deep feelings.

This is the destined person of Bei Mo.

Jun Yilong took his hand away from Jun Beimo's head and waved upstairs.

His actions made everyone in the hall look in Gu Jiu's direction for a while.

Gu Jiu raised her steps and walked downstairs.

Jun Beimo looked at the woman who came, and didn't make any movement.

Although he has little affection for his family.

But after all, he is still a blood relative, how can he be calm.

Until Gu Jiu walked to his side, crouched down and held his hand, making his cold heart feel a touch of warmth.

The man in front of him was confused and somewhat lonely.

This man is not as strong as he looks at this time.

So Gu Jiu didn't hold back and reached out to hold the other party.

She didn't want to watch the man take everything on her own.

What did he carry, what did he need to bear.

At this moment, Gu Jiu seemed to understand something.

Jun Yilong reached out to the two of them.

Jun Beimo took Gu Jiu to hold his hand and put it in his father's hand.

Their hands were stained with bright red blood.

Gu Jiu was taken aback by this.

"You have to be good. The fate of the Jun family is destined by heaven, but it is also better than others. I believe you will grasp it well."

"Yes father." Jun Beimo looked at the man on the sofa and responded.

Gu Jiu nodded to the middle-aged man who was somewhat similar to the man holding hands.

It turned out to be Jun Beimo's father.

Listening to the weak breathing of the other party, Gu Jiu felt a little distressed for the man beside him.

Although Jun Beimo has always acted very calmly, she knew that was not the case.

This man must be powerless.

Afterwards, Mrs. Jun and a young man who Mu Siran was supporting came to his side.