.He once said that he didn't want to be a hero, nor did he want to be a savior.But when you see with your own eyes Jun Wuhu defending the border, seeing the blood that has accumulated on that boundles...Bai Xuewei, with fair skin and icy blue hair.

Even her pupils were icy blue.

It looks like a snow sculpture made of jade, crystal clear and beautiful.

She had a cool and elegant temperament. Anyone who saw her for the first time would be amazed and impressed.

However, in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, not even a ripple arose.

Bai Xuewei couldn't help but feel nervous, biting her lip slightly.

In fact, let alone Bai Xuewei.

No matter who they are, any prodigious talent would feel restrained in the presence of Jun Xiaoyao and instinctively lower their stance.

Jun Xiaoyao's kind of temperament had long formed a kind of invisible aura, awe-inspiring without anger.

"Are you..."Clan and even more so, wasn't an apocalyptic monarch...They were probably itching to pull her away long ago.Today is their matchmaking day, isn't it"Oh, you've come here to plead for him" Jun Xiaoyao'...