Chapter 1165

• The little Emperor stood staring blankly in his spot, like a hollowed out shell of a body without a spirit. Jun Wu Xie’s brows creased slightly, and carried the pitiful child within her arms. Although she was petite in size, she had no other choice but to lift the little Emperor in her arms. Carried in Jun Wu Xie’s arms, the little Emperor was facing the young man who had just died, that pair of dull and lightless eyes staring unmoving and straight in front of him, unable to focus on a point.
• However…..
• Two streaks of blood slid down from his eyes as tears, silent and quiet.