In order to survive, I became the little wife of the villain

"Don't go," the people behind shouted.

Chen Ruochu thought they were worried about his own safety, so he comforted him: "It's nothing, don't be afraid."

The people behind hesitated a little, but still said, "Master Immortal, if something happens to you, what shall we do?"

It was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

Now Chen Ruochu is all their hope, if something happens to him, what will they do.

The smile on Chen Ruochu's face froze for a moment, but he still explained: "I will cast a magic circle to protect you all."

There was a soft murmur from the crowd behind him, and after a short while, a rough man stood up, "Take care, Master Immortal."

They are just ordinary people, they just want to be safe and sound, as for the dusty

He is a practitioner, so protecting them is a matter of course.

Mo Wanjun, who was in the group of moon slaves, couldn't help laughing when he heard these words. This is the common people he Chen Ruochu wants to protect, and he only thinks about himself at critical moments.

Today, she wants to let Chen Ruochu, an idiot, know that these foolish people deserve to die, and it is their honor to be refined by her as a Moon Slave.

When the pale golden barrier fell, the hearts of those people finally became a little more at ease.

Chen Ruochu didn't complain too much because of this little episode, and turned around and jumped into these monsters.

"Girl, give me your hand." Chen Ruochu stepped on the heads of these moon slaves, and soon reached Mo Wanjun's side.

As long as Mo Wanjun gave him his hand, he would be rescued, but I don't know if it was because of the girl's fear, several times, their fingers brushed past her.

These moon slaves have obviously endured to the extreme, and they haven't eaten meat tonight, and all this is because the man in front of him is meddling in his own business.

Surrounded by Yue Nu, Mo Wanjun looked at Chen Ruochu's actions with disdain, "Idiot."

At this time, I am still thinking about others.

"My lord," Mo Wanjun pretended to be very scared, "What should I do, they are biting me."

In the next second, the pungent smell of blood spread in the street, and Yue Nu, who was already on the verge of going berserk, was even more stimulated.

Mo Wanjun looked at Chen Ruochu, who was a little unstable, and thought about it in her heart. She deliberately followed Yuenu's push and pushed, and fell to the ground.

Now, these moon slaves also crowded towards her one after another, wanting to get a share of the pie.

"My lord, save me," Mo Wanjun yelled, her hands were still waving, and the tears kept rolling down her face.

Anyone who saw it would think that she was just a frightened and weak woman.

Chen Ruochu was a little anxious, he was seriously injured, and he was already a little drowsy, but the roar of these monsters made him have a splitting headache.

"Don't be afraid," he shook his head, trying to wake himself up a bit.

The streamer sword in his hand shone brightly, and the monster's voice, which was still roaring, suddenly became quieter.

Taking advantage of this gap, Chen Ruochu quickly ran towards Mo Wanjun.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled up Mo Wanjun who was on the ground and ran out of the circle, as long as they got out of the pile of monsters, they would be saved.

Mo Wanjun looked distressed, "Thank you, my lord, for saving my life."

He said so, but in his heart he didn't want Chen Ruochu to leave so easily, he tilted his feet and fell to the ground again.

With this fall, Chen Ruochu, who was already a little unstable, also fell to the ground.

Those Yue slaves who had been thrown away a little rushed up again like a tide.

Chen Ruochu just wanted to cast a spell, but he felt very dizzy, but he quickly protected Mo Wanjun under his body, "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

These words were obviously very pale, now that he could not use his spiritual power, he could only use his own body to resist these attacks for her.

A look of complexity flashed across Mo Wanjun's eyes, "Why?"

Yue Nu's hissing quickly drowned out her words.

"Practitioners should take it as their duty to protect the common people." Chen Ruochu's back had already been torn by these moon slaves.

Thick blood flowed down his back and dripped on Mo Wanjun's face.

Mo Wanjun's eyelashes trembled, "How silly."

"Run away," Mo Wanjun pushed him, "With your ability, you can go."

The person on him didn't speak, and still gritted his teeth.

Mo Wanjun didn't understand, "You don't want to protect the common people, if you die here, what will you do?"

Since you want to uphold justice, at least you have to save your own life.

"The people right now can't protect them, so why talk about the future?" Chen Ruochu's face became even more ferocious.

Because of the smell of blood, these moon slaves bit even harder.

Mo Wanjun didn't say the ridicule she originally wanted to say, but now she feels that Ming Ruochu is stupid.

But back then, why didn't I expect such a stupid person to help me.

Her mouth moved, "Thank you."

It's just that this person came too late.

Chen Ruochu didn't answer him, his figure swayed, and finally fell into Mo Wanjun's arms.

These moon slaves were even more excited, and stretched out their hands to the unconscious Chen Ruochu.

This is a master of the Nascent Soul stage, so his flesh and blood is a peerless delicacy for these moon slaves.

"Get out", Mo Wanjun's eyes suddenly became very fierce, and the aura exuding from his body was also very frightening.

These moon slaves knew that it was their master who had come, so they made small prostrations and lay down on the ground.

Mo Wanjun looked at Chen Ruochu, who was breathing weakly in his arms, with blurred eyes. He obviously wanted to take advantage of his stupidity and humiliate him, but he still didn't speak some words.

She helped Chen Ruochu aside, and gently wiped away the blood on his face, revealing a face that looked like a fairy under the moonlight.

"There is such an idiot as you," Mo Wanjun's voice was a little melancholy.

She took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve, which was the same as the one given to Yun Qing.

Mo Wanjun poured out a brown pill, hesitated for a moment, and stuffed the pill into his mouth.

Although the medicine has some side effects, it is the only way to save him now.

After finishing everything, Mo Wanjun slowly got up, looked back at him, and said to these moon slaves: "This person, you can't touch it."

After finally meeting such a fool, she was a little reluctant to let him die like this.

The eyes of these moon slaves are full of daring, but because of Mo Wanjun's deterrence, they dare not do anything and run to other places.

Mo Wanjun walked slowly in front of the people guarded by Chen Ruochu, rubbing her fingers against the faint halo, "Are they worth it?"

When these people who were rescued by Chen Ruochu saw Chen Ruochu collapsed, their first reaction was definitely not to feel sad for him, but to feel sad for their lack of protection.

"Fairy, spare your life." Those people in the formation trembled when they saw Mo Wanjun.

This woman can actually control these moon slaves, so she can easily decide their life and death.

"Fairy?" Mo Wanjun touched his face, "You guys can talk."

It is indeed easy for people to misunderstand that he is dressed in white all the year round, coupled with this harmless white face.

The people in the formation were overjoyed, thinking that they had pleased Mo Wanjun, they all praised her more vigorously.

"Do you think that fairy teacher was stupid just now?" Mo Wanjun said with a smile, as gentle as the wind in March.

"Stupid", someone in the crowd yelled, and the rest of the people followed suit.

"Which one would not want his own life for the sake of others."

"They practiced immortality, and their brains were damaged."

Vicious words kept coming from the crowd, some people thought that Chen Ruochu had done some heinous thing.

Now, they just want to survive, and they don't think about their benefactor at all.

The smile on Mo Wanjun's face froze, looking sadly at the unconscious Chen Ruochu, "You see, this is the common people you guard."

You're desperately trying to save them, and they're laughing at your stupidity.

"You are wrong." Mo Wanjun turned her head and looked at the people who were scolding vigorously, "He is a good man."

The people who were still cursing were silent, what should they do.

Mo Wanjun looked at the clowns in front of him, and his heart was filled with joy, "You guys also said one thing wrong."

Her hand touched the pale golden barrier again, and small cracks suddenly appeared on the originally intact barrier.

The people looked at her in horror, not knowing what this strange woman wanted to do.

With a "click", the barrier was completely broken.

"I'm not a fairy," Mo Wanjun looked at them coldly, "I'm an evil ghost."

The evil ghost crawling out of hell, after experiencing those things, she decided that she didn't want anything, she wanted everyone to be afraid of her.

She wants supreme power.

In the deep street, only Mo Wanjun's almost crazy grin and countless screams remained.

When everything returned to calm, Mo Wanjun's plain white dress had been recognized as a coquettish red, and her mood returned to calm again.

Just now, because of the dusty dust, it reminded her of many bad memories from the past, and she lost control of her emotions for a while, but now she is much better.

She slowly walked in front of Chen Ruochu again, raised his chin with her fingers, and saw that his breathing had become more even, so she felt relieved.

"What would happen to a person like you if he knew that he had become a monster?"

With a wave of Mo Wanjun's hand, the four maids who were originally carrying the sedan chair appeared out of thin air.

"Have you found your lord?" The voice was indifferent and elegant, and it was completely impossible to tell that he had gone crazy not long ago.

The maid leaned slightly, "On the streets of Dongshi."

"Let's go", Mo Wanjun has already taken a step, and there is still a big play to be sung.

The maids looked at each other, and one of them boldly asked, "Then this person."

It would be of great benefit to them if they could refine the comatose Chen Ruochu into a Moon Slave, but seeing what the saint meant, was she going to let him go?

Mo Wanjun's footsteps paused, and there was some displeasure in her eyes, "I have my own arrangements."

Just when the maid thought she said something wrong, Mo Wanjun spoke again.

"It's all arranged."

There must be no mistakes in her plan, this is a great gift she wants to give to Han Che.

One day, Han Che will understand that as long as she, Mo Wanjun, is a saint, the benefits to Han Che will be enormous.