Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"who am I?"

"You are a wicked person, and even a sinner. Even if you die, you can't make up for your sins. Your sins are not even qualified to repent!"

Nie Jiuque was emotional and roared at him.

"...What do you mean?"

Nie Jiuque grabbed Jun Moyan by the collar and approached him with full of hostility.

"What do you mean? I tell you Jun Moyan, you and Xiao Ai will never be possible, you owe her, you owe me even more. Remember, you are a sinner, anyone in this world can say that you love her, but you are not qualified !"

Nie Jiuque's accusation, whether it was Jun Moyan or his other Ace, actually didn't understand.

But to Shang Nie Jiuque's hateful eyes, Jun Moyan's body trembled uncontrollably, and his heart began to panic for no reason.

Nie Jiuque's eyes were telling him that he was guilty.

And this crime that he didn't know at all was likely to involve Xiao Ai.

When I thought that I might have done something I was sorry for Xiao Ai in my previous life, fear and panic grew crazily in my heart.

"...What are you talking about? What do you mean? You tell me clearly? Who am I? What do I owe Xiao Ai? What do I owe you?!"

After venting, Nie Jiuque calmed down, and his scarlet eyes became clear.

He looked at Jun Moyan's face in front of him, resisting the murderous heart of hatred, and finally let go of the hand holding his collar.

"Don't think about anything unrealistic anymore, protect your life and save your sin."

Nie Jiuque dropped these words and disappeared in front of Jun Moyan and Ace.

The phrase "unrealistic" refers to Wen Xiaoai.

Whether it is Ying'er or Xiao Ai, he belongs to Nie Jiuque.

Jun Moyan's delusion only aggravated his own crime.

"You come back, you come back to me! Make it clear."

"You give Xiao Ai back to me."

"give me back!"

Jun Moyan looked around like crazy, but Nie Jiuque had long since disappeared without a trace.

"You calm down."

Ace grabbed Jun Moyan's shoulder hard...

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In the dark woods, a black figure quickly passed by.

A blood-stained hand supported the tree trunk.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Feng Lidan covered his chest with one hand and supported the tree trunk with the other, only then barely stabilized his shaky body.

And the hand he held the trunk of the tree held a black mask impressively.

There was still blood dripping on the chin of the mask.

Feng Lidan's pale face was covered with cold sweat.

He tilted his body, leaned against the tree trunk, and slowly sat down.

He, who has a serious habit of cleanliness, can't care about being clean at this moment.

Can only try to ignore the uncleanness underneath.

The mask fell from his hand to the ground.

Feng Lidan took out a small porcelain bottle from his body, took two pills, and the messy breath slowly calmed down.

He leaned the back of his head against the tree trunk, looking at the dark front, slightly in surprise.

Is he right or wrong to do this?

Feng Lidan knew in his heart that he should consider the overall situation.

He shouldn't save Jun Mo Yan, but...

Jun Moyan, I only save you this time, just for the little princess and Baiyi.

Next time, if you die in front of me, I will not pay any more attention.

Feng Lidan only hopes that his private activities will not cause greater mistakes.

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"Um..." Wen Xiaoai woke up from sleep under a purple jade tree.

Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, he saw that Nie Jiuque, who was in a black robe, did not know when he would be back. At this moment, he was sitting beside her meditating and adjusting his breath.

Wen Xiaoai, with a good nose, smelled a faint smell of blood.