Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Elder Ye was frightened, his clenched hands tightened, his nerves tightened, and he looked at the Soul Calming Beast vigilantly.

He knew well that today's soul-suppressing beast was not only a soul-saling beast, but also Jun Moyan.

In case he shoots Qi Er...

Everyone's heartstrings tightened, like prisoners waiting for trial, uneasy, no one dared to speak.

But for the next moment, the Soul Calming Beast took Wen Xiaoai away from here directly in front of them.

"Little princess."

"Xiao Ai."

Elder Ye grabbed Ye Qi who was about to chase.

"Is that the soul-suppressing beast just now? Isn't it wiped out in ashes?" An elder came back to his senses and said incredibly.

"Just...it helped us, but where is it going to take the little princess."

"Does it still remember what happened thousands of years ago, and brought the little princess, no, Shangying back to the law?"

"Let's go to the Lord." Qin Ming and Guayue left the Cat Demon Race with the remaining demons.

Outside the Palace of Medicine King, only a corpse was left...

At the boundary of the underworld, the sky was dark, and the cold breath rushed in, making people shudder.

Wen Xiaoai raised his head and looked at the huge monster ten feet away from her, feeling a little confused.

With the gust of wind, Wen Xiaoai couldn't help shivering, and her pale face became paler.

"You...who are you? What did you bring me here for?"

The big guy lowered his head and looked at her.

Wen Xiaoai pursed her lips, her two small hands gripping her clothes nervously.

"Jun... Where's Jun Moyan? How about Jun Moyan?"

It still looked at her without responding.

Wen Xiaoai was a little anxious, and her voice was a little bit crying.

"You speak? What did you do to me Jun Moyan?"

A stray wind blew, messing up Wen Xiaoai's hair, blowing her words away, and messing up her heart.

Wen Xiaoai, who has become particularly sensitive recently, is prone to thinking wildly. Suddenly thinking of some terrible possibility, she became frightened, and her hands clasping the corners of her clothes were also clenched together, facing the big guy.

She saw the big guy lowered her eyes, as if cautiously.

Suddenly, there was a flower in front of his eyes, and the black air was lingering, and Wen Xiaoai saw that the big guy turned into a human form.

She didn't know what the other party was going to do, and was frightened.

But the next moment when Wen Xiaoai saw the man in a black robe appeared in front of him, he was stunned.

"Jun...Jun Mo Yan?"

Wen Xiaoai's eyes widened incredibly, and he was shocked to lose his body.

The brain has not yet turned around, but the body has already made the most realistic response.

"Jun Mo Yan!"

She barely hesitated, lifted the skirt and ran towards him.

He threw himself into Jun Moyan's arms and hugged him tightly.

Jun Moyan's heart was shocked, slowly raised his hand, and hugged her back.

"Woo...Jun Mo Yan..."

Wen Xiaoai's cry sounded.

His chest immediately wetted.

Jun Moyan's arms tightened uncontrollably, and he hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his flesh and blood and coexist with her.

He closed his eyes, buried his face deep into her neck, smelling the familiar smell on her body, surprised and happy in his heart, this kind of pain and joy, lost and regained, made him unable to control his emotions.

"Little boy..."

A familiar and long-lost soft call, the voice was already hoarse.

Wen Xiaoai's emotions broke out and she couldn't help crying instantly.

"Woo...Jun Mo Yan."

"It's you, it's really you...uuu..." She kept pressing her arms tightly around his waist, so tight that she couldn't breathe, she still didn't want to let go. .