Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Madam, this is the underworld, this is the soul-suppressing palace. Thousands of years ago, the soul-suppression beast caused you to separate from the Lord. Thousands of years, the Lord has waited for you for thousands of years and found you for thousands of years. How can you? Go back to the underworld with it, how can you be with your enemy!"

"Are you serious about not remembering the Lord? The Lord treats you more importantly than your own life. He does all this for you! How can you deny the Lord? How can you be worthy of the Lord? the Lord!"

Wen Xiaoai's face was pale, and her whole body was soaked in cold sweat. Ye Yin's accusation was beating her like a whip, causing her soul and conscience to be condemned.

Her arms supporting her body were almost weak, and she collapsed on the bed.

"I am not, I am not..."

She denied it with fear and rejection, and did not want to accept the truth.

"I'm not...I'm not, I'm not Shangying, I'm Wen Xiaoai, I'm not..." She clutched her painful abdomen, tears mixed with sweat on her face.

The three words Nie Jiuque are like a curse, tightly confining her.

She did not dare to listen, dare to ask, dare not look, she was afraid, she was so afraid that she didn't know how to face Jun Moyan.

She couldn't bear the torture of Ye Yin so direct against her soul.

"Madam, you have amnesia, you have a wrong memory, you love the Lord, not the enemy soul beast, so be sober!"

"No... Jun Moyan is not an enemy, no... woo..."

"Madam...ah!"

A powerful spiritual force suddenly appeared, directly knocking Ye Yin away on the ground, and hit the ground heavily.

The figure of Jun Moyan followed.

"Little princess."

Feng Lidan rushed to the bed, helped Wen Xiaoai sit up, let her lean in his arms, and then began to get her pulse.

On the bed, Wen Xiaoai's pale and painful face covered with cold sweat pierced Jun Moyan's eyes.

He was so angry that he raised his hand to kill Ye Yin, but was stopped by Wen Xiaoai.

"No."

Jun Moyan's raised hand froze in the air.

He turned to look at Wen Xiaoai.

"Jun Mo Yan, don't... don't kill him, let him go." She said weakly, begging Jun Mo Yan.

Her eyes and tone made Jun Moyan's heart sore, and her raised hands trembled undetectably.

Is she begging him?

How could she beg him?

Is it because of his identity that made her fear him like those people?

No, dear, you can't fear me.

He didn't allow him and Wen Xiaoai's feelings to have a gap.

"...Jun Moyan, don't kill him."

Jun Moyan's jaw tightened, and the blue veins on his forehead bulged, as if trying to restrain his inner impulse.

Finally, he closed his hand under Wen Xiaoai's eyes.

"Look clearly, she is Wen Xiaoai, the wife of this seat, the devil dare to regenerate a bit of thought of death, this seat will definitely let your entire demon world, no, no, exist and exist."

Words and sentences, utterly sound and murderous.

The words were spoken to Ye Yin, but it was Wen Xiaoai that he saw with his eyes.

Looks more like explaining something to Wen Xiaoai.

"roll."

Ye Yin gritted his teeth, unwilling to do so, but still had to leave.

Jun Moyan walked quickly to the bed, and he forced Wen Xiaoai, who was lying in Feng Li's arms, into his arms domineeringly.

"What's up with her?"

Jun Moyan asked, wiping the cold sweat on Wen Xiaoai's face.

"Her fetal position is unstable. Today, she used her spiritual power a lot. She also suffered a slight injury and had a fetal gas. Fortunately, she took a lot of Viburnum before, and the fetus absorbed a lot of spiritual power, so that it would not cause a fetus."