Ever since the puppet was made for Jun Wushuang, Jun Wushuang has become taciturn, and it's unclear what she's thinking about.

Mo Lanxing tried his best to create a puppet for the Ink Wing Golden Lion, but no matter how many times he tried, it did not meet the Ink Wing Golden Lion's expectations.

King's Landing is also making puppets, but they are being made for Erwin and Erwin.

This is because after he helped Jun Wushuang create a humanoid puppet, Errou suddenly had a whimsical idea and pestered him to make her a puppet.

Of course, I mean the small kind.

Moreover, it wasn't just Errou's own puppet that needed to be made; puppets for nine other ancient demons also needed to be created.

This intriguing idea piqued even Er Yan's interest.

However, her interest wasn't in making puppets, but in playing with the puppets she had made.

Before Er Yan, a tiny puppet identical to herself was single-handedly defeating the tiny puppets of Er Nan, Er Ni, and Er Hui.

There were also many puppet remains on the side, all of which had been blown up.

Such leisurely days did not last long.

On this day, they arrived at a continuous mountain range.

Looking around, one sees a constant stream of birds and beasts.

These are all mythical beasts.

Jun Wushuang, who had been silent for a long time, stood up and said, "We've arrived, Brother Jun Lin. This is where our Jun family is located."

Junlin stood up and looked at the endless mountain range.

This place is neither as difficult to find as the Ruan family's, nor as remote and quiet as the Wu family's.

This place is full of life!

This shows that, compared to the other two families, the Jun family is indeed somewhat unconventional.

Of course, they're also quite daring.

This enormous mountain range doesn't even have a single defensive formation.

That's outrageous!

Seeing this, Jun Lin couldn't help but ask, "Doesn't our Jun family need formations?"

"Of course not, our lord... huh?"

Jun Wushuang was suddenly stunned. How did it become "our Jun family"? Could it be that Jun Lin is also a member of the Jun family?

It seems that's really true!

But it shouldn't be the Jun family, right?

Jun Lin raised an eyebrow slightly. "What? Why not use an array? Is it because you're brave?"

"yes."

Jun Wushuang nodded confidently and said, "Our Jun family is a well-known family in the Holy Capital. Who would dare to cause trouble here?"

Formation?

That's nothing more than something a weak sect would use to seek refuge.

Their family has never needed such things.

"Reasonable."

Junlin agreed, "Then let's go take a look. I'm very curious about what kind of family could have three factions."

Upon hearing this, the Ink-Winged Golden Lion suddenly said, "Actually, there are four factions: the righteous path, the demonic path, the neutral path, and a bunch of people who are always looking for fun."

Upon hearing this, Er Yan couldn't help but show a strange expression. "Why does it feel somewhat like you?"

Junlin shrugged and said, "It's just a misconception. I've always been a person of righteous indignation, punishing the good and promoting the evil, and extremely serious."

"..."

Jun Wushuang was slightly stunned. How did being righteous and awe-inspiring become mixed up with punishing the good and promoting the evil?

Did I say something wrong?

But none of that matters. What matters is whether the puppet he keeps in his spatial ring will be discovered when he returns this time.

Jun Wushuang felt inexplicably flustered.

Led by the Ink-Winged Golden Lion, Jun Lin and his entourage entered the Jun family's territory.

As soon as I returned, someone came to greet me.

A young man dressed in a black robe had a black bird perched on his shoulder.

This person is none other than Jun Wuyai!

Jun Wuyai opened his arms wide and grinned as he saw Jun Wushuang return. "It's been a long time, my dear brother! Let me see if you brought me anything good this time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Wuyai rushed towards Jun Wushuang.

Jun Wushuang was startled and quickly dodged.

But at this moment, Jun Wuyai changed his tune.

He flashed to the side of the Ink-Winged Golden Lion who was watching the commotion, a black glint flashing in the dark eyes on his shoulder, surrounded by an aura of destruction.

"How dare you! You're trying to steal my stuff!"

The Ink-Winged Golden Lion instantly realized that these two guys weren't targeting Jun Wushuang at all, but him!

"Ahem, nothing of the sort."

Jun Wuyai coughed lightly. The Black-Winged Golden Lion had placed all the items in its own special space, making them difficult to snatch.

He actually heard from his subordinates that Mo Yi Jin Shi had commissioned a portrait of Jun Wu Shuang in women's clothing, so he wanted to snatch it and spread it around.

It seems there's little hope now.

but……

Jun Wuyai looked at Jun Wushuang, who had been so frightened by him that she instantly ran far away, and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Why is my good brother so excited?

Could it be that the portrait is no longer in the hands of the Ink-Winged Golden Lion, but in the hands of Jun Wushuang?!

Upon realizing this, Jun Wuyai's eyes lit up.

Jun Wushuang is collecting portraits of herself in women's clothing... This is even more explosive!

So, Jun Wuyai, with a smile on his face, walked towards Jun Wushuang and said in a pretentious manner, "Second Brother, it's been a long time, I've missed you very much."

As Jun Wuyai left, the Ink-Winged Golden Lion stretched out its claws and grabbed the Ink Crow on Jun Wushuang's shoulder.

Then he brought his big face close and said, "You've got some nerve, daring to attack me."

Mo Wu's eyes revealed a look of panic, and he quickly apologized: "I was wrong, I was wrong, brother. I had no choice. You know, I signed a master-servant contract. I can't disobey. I'm suffering."

Seeing this, the Ink-Winged Golden Lion couldn't bear it any longer. It shook its paws, slapped the Ink Crow a few times, and then let it go.

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