Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Only the Celestial Realm, and the Demon Realm other than the Cat Demon Clan, are still outside and watching the battle.

In a **** light, Zuo Yan and Fen Yao led a group of men and appeared with Wen Xiaoai.

The moment the Immortal Emperor saw Fen Yao, he knew that the Immortal Realm and the Soul Suppression Beast were bound to be enemies.

"Nie Jiuque! Look at who I brought you." Zuo Yan proudly yelled at Nie Jiuque who was in chaos.

However, his voice was drowned in the sound of fighting.

In the shadow of the sword, the pale paper face of Wen Xiaoai suddenly crashed into Jun Mo Yan Xiehong's eyes.

"Little boy..."

After only a second of distraction, the cold light flashed, and a sword was severely taken in the back.

The blood spurted, and instantly dyed his entire back.

"Jun Mo Yan..."

Wen Xiaoai held her pregnant belly in one hand, and looked at Jun Moyan who was injured, tears welled up instantly.

She endured the pain and wanted to get rid of Zuo Yan's restraint, but he was firmly holding her arm.

The pain in her stomach made her almost untenable, cold sweat broke out, and her whole body was strictly controlled by the left to barely support her.

Jun Moyan turned around and slapped the person who had injured him into the air. The powerful spiritual power came out, and all the people who besieged him flew away.

Then he flew up and escaped from the fight.

With red eyes, he looked at Wen Xiaoai whose face was distorted with pain, his murderous intent skyrocketed.

"Do you dare to try." Zuo Yan pulled Wen Xiaoai with one hand, strangling her slender neck.

Jun Moyan stepped forward uncontrollably, his whole heart hanging, his chest tight and painful.

"Jun Mo Yan..." Wen Xiaoai cried out to him.

This sound almost made Jun Moyan go violently, but fortunately he was sane.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." He said dazedly.

"Do you hurt?" Wen Xiaoai asked him, holding back tears and pain.

"It doesn't hurt," he replied.

"Jun Moyan, the baby seems to be hurt..." Wen Xiaoai was terrified by the pain in his stomach that was stronger than that.

Tears finally flowed down uncontrollably.

Usually the baby is very active and moves around in her belly, but he hasn't moved much in the past two days and is very quiet.

He must be frightened and injured.

Jun Moyan's psychological line of defense was once again defeated, he almost lunatic yelled to the left: "Let her go, I will give you everything you want."

"Give it? What do I want from Zuo Yan to be given by others?" Zuo Yan was disdainful, full of pride.

"You'd better not move, I don't know how to Lianxiangxiyu, if someone accidentally hurts her, don't blame me." Zuo Yan said, pinching Wen Xiaoai's hand slightly hard.

"Zuo Yan, dare you try to hurt her!" Nie Jiuque flew up, and the blood-stained sword in his hand pointed directly at Zuo Yan.

"Why don't I dare? Thousands of years ago you followed Ying's death, but I did my best to kill her again, so why not be afraid?"

Zuo Yan looked like a winner, arrogantly looking at Nie Jiuque, who was covered in blood and wounds.

After a thousand years, the feeling of trampling Nie Jiuque under his feet again made him more excited than drugs.

"Don't you just want the position of Demon Venerable, I will give it to you, and you will return her to me."

"Nie Jiuque! Who are you disgusting for alms?" Zuo Yan's expression instantly became terrifying.

"Yes, I want the position of Demon Venerable, but when you Nie Jiuque said it, I dismissed it. What you don't want Nie Jiuque is also **** in my Zuo Yan's eyes!"

"what do you really want?!"

Zuo Yan couldn't help but laugh, calmly and suppressed his excitement, and said, "Kneel down."