Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Then Lord Hanyu knows why you want this soul-suppressing cauldron?"

"Naturally knows."

Mo Yu was stunned, then sighed.

Shang Hanyu did it for his daughter.

A poor father wanted to protect his daughter, but he couldn't help himself blame and heartache.

He was even sent by the Emperor of Heaven to go to the underworld to personally check the destruction of his daughter's remnant soul.

Everyone in the world says that their devil world is doing no evil, and they are utterly depressed. In comparison, their immortal world is truly unkind.

"What are you going to do?" Jun Moyan interrupted the conversation with an angry voice.

Nie Jiuque put away the soul-suppressing pot and walked over.

Looking at him condescendingly, he said coldly, "Do you have any last words to explain?"

"You said I owe you, I would like to know what exactly I owe you?!" Jun Moyan gritted his teeth, the blue veins in the corners of his ears bulging severely.

"..." Nie Jiuque said nothing, just looking at him like that.

With these eyes, Jun Moyan felt familiar every time he looked at it.

"Why, can't you make me understand?"

"Those who are about to die, don't need to know."

Gu Sheng will not die if they lose a soul or soul, but Jun Moyan as the subject is different.

The primordial spirit will be destroyed, and the world will be dispersed.

He didn't want to take off the mask and let him feel despair before he died.

Let the second brother Jun Wuchen live in his heart forever.

"Even though I owed you in my last life, why should I pay my life in this life unclearly? You let me know what I owe you, and let me die willingly."

"Then you will be unwilling and go to death!"

Nie Jiuque flicked his sleeves and walked away.

"Who are you, where did you hide Xiaoguai? Give it back to me."

Nie Jiuque stopped, but did not look back.

"Ms. I'm still thinking about you when you're about to die, you really don't have enough to pay for the thousand years of separation between me and Yinger."

"……what did you say?"

Jun Mo Yan was stunned.

His... madam?

Yinger?

"He is not your Yinger, she is a little boy, she is Wen Xiaoai, princess of the cat demon clan, and she is my wife! It's my Jun Moyan!"

Jun Mo Yan red eyes anxiously, frantically struggling to get up.

Nie Jiuque took a few steps forward, and after retreating to a certain distance, he turned and looked at him coldly, "Your wife? Soon, you won't even have the qualifications for delusion."

As Nie Jiuque said, raising his hand, he waved to the palm of his left hand.

A cold light flashed, and a blood stain appeared on the palm of his left hand.

With a wave of his hand, the blood in his palm spilled out.

The blood spattered under Jun Mo Yan Aisi Gu Sheng and the others, spotted.

The blood seemed to activate something, and the land under them glowed with red light.

A huge formation is looming.

As the blood lines connected, huge formations gradually converged and became clear.

Ace, Gu Sheng, Bai Tang, drunkard, each in the four corners of the formation.

Jun Moyan is in the middle of the formation.

With the index finger of Nie Jiuque's right hand and the middle, after sticking the blood on his left hand, he quickly drew a **** spell in the air.

With a little fingertip, the charm was pressed on Jun Moyan's body.

Jun Mo Yan only felt a tingling pain in his left chest.

He tried to look up at his left chest, and found that the tattoo on his left chest was lit up. The light penetrated the clothes and was very dazzling.

The formation beneath him turned around.

The four Ace, who had been in a coma, also began to react.

His expressions became uncomfortable with the pain.