Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Don't worry, she won't be able to break through this barrier for a while. Let's take advantage of this time to heal the wound first, and then think of a way to deal with her later."

The man took the opportunity to divert the subject.

Sit down cross-legged directly, closed your eyes and started to meditate and adjust your breath.

"Sister, hurry up, I'll help you watch her."

Wen Xiaoai looked at the man who closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, a little unwilling. But he can only seize the time to heal his injuries.

"……it is good."

Wen Xiaoai didn't waste time anymore, and sat down, meditating and adjusting her breath.

I didn't feel much pain just now. I sat down and checked my condition, and my whole body was hurting.

The young man was guarding Wen Xiaoai, watching Wen Xiaoai's situation while paying attention to Wu Zhihan who was like a lunatic outside the barrier.

Inside the enchantment, they were very calm. The two sat facing each other at a distance of about two meters, each meditating and adjusting their breath.

I don't know how long it took, the twin eyes under the man's mask that were more beautiful than peach blossoms slowly opened.

He just looked at Wen Xiaoai who was sitting opposite.

The gentle gaze looked at every place on Wen Xiaoai's little face and stopped.

There was affection everywhere in his eyes.

Hopefully, from now on, I can always look at you like this.

She doesn't even know the tattoos on Jun Moyan. It seems that those from the Mao Yao clan protect her very well.

She should have had a very happy life over the past few hundred years.

He sometimes wondered if fate was testing him and Yinger.

Otherwise, why Yinger's soul happened to be on Wen Xiaoai's body.

Why did I wait until she fell in love with Jun Mo Yan before realizing that she was the person he had been looking for for thousands of years.

If he had never sent her to Jun Moyan, then maybe he would have to look for hundreds of years, even thousands of years, to find her.

At that time, she might have married Ye Qi as his wife...

It turns out that what Yinger said, there is a certain number in the world, not a false statement, but a truth.

The man could see that Wen Xiaoai was fascinated. Suddenly a violent wind hit his face, and the man returned to his senses and blocked it in time to avoid the mask being shattered.

He couldn't show her this face.

Not only her, no one can watch.

Wen Xiaoai opened his eyes and was a little discouraged to see the man's mask still wearing well.

She was originally a very curious person, and she even wanted to mask him for this deliberately pretending to be mysterious.

"Are you ugly?"

Wen Xiaoai didn't think that if the other party really looks too ugly, so he wears a mask, then his words are so hurtful~

But looking at this person's posture and temperament, it is impossible for people to associate him with ugliness.

Even if a black robe is tightly wrapped, it can't hide the natural temperament.

After all, the thing about temperament comes out of the bones and cannot be hidden.

When the man heard what Wen Xiaoai said, after a moment of stunned, he actually laughed.

But his eyes were red with a smile, and tears came out.

The scene of meeting her for the first time a thousand years ago appeared in front of him-

At that time, he was bored because of his leisure time, and he heard that there was a ziqiong tree planted at the top of the fairy world at Muyun Xianding.

Viburnum is helpful for practice and increase mana.

So he went.

Do you think he went for himself?

Of course not, he is a magnificent demon, what magic weapon he wants to improve his cultivation? How could you have fancy the purple apricot fruit that is only a thousand years old.

Even if you are fancy, how can you steal it?