Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

He was already extremely insecure. When he saw Nie Jiuque's face that had been in love with Shangying, he had to admit that he was scared.

When the deceased met, at this moment, what was thinking in their hearts, I am afraid that only they themselves know.

The two looked at each other in this way, and their faces were as calm as water.

In my heart, a huge wave has already turned up.

The atmosphere is like a tight string.

Once broken, it may be the Shura battlefield.

Nie Jiuque took the lead in taking the breath, breaking the silence.

I saw him gently put the mask in his hand back into the wooden box, and then smiled at the man at the door.

Speak softly:

"Master Zhenhun, don't come here unharmed."

The fairly familiar voice echoed in the hall, melodiously floating into Jun Moyan's ears.

He looked at him with a smile and a cynical expression of Nie Jiuque, who shook his hand behind his waist slightly.

But on the surface, there is nothing unusual.

After staring at Nie Jiuque for a while, he asked in a deep voice, "Where is she?"

"Who?"

"My lady."

"Your wife?" Nie Jiuque smiled.

"Master Zhenhun, did you live too long and have a bad memory? How come your wife is with me? Or do you think I took her away?"

In the last sentence, the tone of voice was a bit provocative of unknown meaning.

Nie Jiuque said, slowly standing up.

Looking condescendingly at Jun Moyan.

Such a provocation seems to be admitted in disguise.

The spiritual power of Jun Moyan instantly poured out like a storm, and the terrifying aura instantly occupied the entire hall, suppressing the spiritual power of everyone present.

Murderous, he spoke in a cold voice:

"If you don't want the entire Demon Realm to be buried with you, hand over the people."

"Ah--"

Nie Jiuque sneered.

"You can give it a try, the big deal, let's get lost again together."

The hand that Jun Moyan placed in front of his abdomen was suddenly clenched into a fist, his murderous intent was like a thousand sharp blades, and he swept straight towards Nie Jiuque.

An invisible barrier stood in front of Nie Jiuque.

The two spiritual forces collided, and the powerful impact almost distorted the entire space.

Today's Nie Jiuque is no longer a mortal body.

Thousands of years ago, no one in these six realms had any choice but to get him except for the different soul-suppressing beasts.

"The Lord was able to leave the customs today, this matter has nothing to do with him." Mo Yu, who was forced to retreat to the corner, had the opportunity to shout to Jun Moyan with difficulty.

Jun Mo Yan heard the sound and looked at him.

"What I said is absolutely true. This matter has nothing to do with the Lord. If you don't believe it, you can search and investigate."

Jun Moyan stared at Mo Yu for a few seconds. Under his pressure, although Mo Yu was a little nervous, he was not guilty.

He really didn't seem to lie.

Jun Moyan shifted his gaze to Nie Jiuque who said nothing. After a while, he seemed to believe it.

Without wasting too much time here, he turned around and disappeared here.

While Mo Yu and the others were relieved, they looked at the gloomy Nie Jiuque.

Mo Yu hesitated slightly, and told Nie Jiuque what he had just learned: "There seems to be something wrong with the cat demon clan. It seems to be related to the immortal world. After Master Zhenhun returned from the immortal world, he found... Wen Xiaoai Gone."

"Where is Zuo Yan?" Nie Jiuque asked in a deep voice.

"The subordinates have been sending people to look for during this period, but there is no news." Mo Yu replied.

"Send soldiers to find it right away."

Following Nie Jiuque's order, countless demon soldiers also participated in this missing person incident.

For a time, the world was turbulent.