Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Jun Moyan heard her voice trembling obviously, heard her teeth bumping, and felt her trembling on her back.

Jun Mo Yan closed his eyes slightly, then opened them, and asked carefully: "Where do you want to go?"

After waiting for a long time, I heard her reply in a dumb voice: "Where is Jun Moyan, Xiaoguai will go."

Jun Mo Yan smiled slightly, his tight heart relaxed a little, he looked forward, and said in a negotiating tone: "Then let's go ahead, okay?"

Wen Xiaoai looked at the underworld concealed in the black mist in front of him, then put his arms around Jun Moyan's neck again, lay on his back, and answered dullly:

"it is good."

She closed her eyes slowly, not knowing that she was thinking of something sad, tears could not stop falling from the corners of her eyes.

His back was hot and humid, and Jun Moyan was so hard to walk with her tears that he stepped on the tip of a knife.

"grown ups."

Pluto, black and white impermanence, more than a dozen judges and higher-ranking ghosts are waiting at the bridge head of Naihe early.

Feeling that Wen Xiaoai's arms around his neck tightened, he was very uneasy. Jun Moyan kept walking and left with Wen Xiaoai on his back, never looking at them.

Pluto and others only dared to send it respectfully, and did not dare to complain.

Until Jun Moyan walked away, everyone dared to stand up and raise their heads, and they breathed a long sigh of relief.

Only Pluto has light in his eyes.

Looking at the leaving figure of Jun Moyan, and then at the hustle and bustle of the past, the Wangchuan River was dead and quiet at this moment, and everyone looked at each other.

But no one dared to speak and talk at will.

Today's underworld is calm that has never been seen in thousands of years. The ghosts and ghosts did not dare to make a second, and all of them stayed far away from the underworld, hiding in corners, and could not even hear a scream.

The calmness made the ghosts a little uncomfortable.

The underworld that has been turbulent for thousands of years is finally stable.

The Soul Suppression Hall, which had been closed for thousands of years, was reopened today.

For Jun Moyan, everything is still the same.

"According to the order of this seat, immediately send the black and white impermanence to take five thousand ghosts and five thousand Yin soldiers to the other five realms, and bring all the escaped ghosts back. If they resist, they will be wiped out."

Pluto made a gesture with both hands: "The officials take orders."

When Yu Guang saw a white shadow, Jun Moyan looked at it.

But I saw Wen Xiaoai coming out of the side hall, standing behind the stone pillar at this moment, looking at him with a pale face.

Jun Mo Yan's heart tightened.

"The crevice torn by the ghost, I will check again tomorrow, you first step back."

The words were addressed to Pluto, but Wen Xiaoai looked at it.

"The next official retire."

Pluto arched back a few steps, then turned and left.

The moment he turned around, all the respect in his eyes turned into resentment and killing intent.

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai who was half of his body hidden behind the stone pillar and sighed softly.

Then he got up, walked down, and headed towards Wen Xiaoai.

When he came to her, he raised his hand to caress her profile and asked, "Didn't you let you rest in the side hall? Why did you get up."

Wen Xiaoai reached out and grabbed his cuffs, lowered his head and muttered:

"I dare not sleep, you stay with me."

Upon hearing her say not to dare, Jun Moyan's heart seemed to be pricked by a needle.

He stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, it's safe here, no one dares to move you."

"I know, but I'm still afraid."

"It's okay, I'll just be with you."

Jun Moyan took her back to the side hall, comforted her to sleep, clenched one of her hands, and squatted in front of the couch.

"Go to sleep, I will guard you."