Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"I'm fine, it won't hurt." Wen Xiaoai smiled and shook his head.

"Wu Zhihan went to Wuyuan to find you? You brought her here on purpose."

There was a sudden power failure in the entire Wuyuan, and several cameras in the backyard suddenly stopped working for some reason.

After finding Wen Xiaoai and locating her, he knew something was wrong.

So he didn't bring anyone, and drove to find her by himself.

I thought it was Ye Qi who found it, but I didn't expect it to be Wu Zhihan.

Wu Zhihan would turn a ghost to avenge him, which he did not expect.

"Well, I thought I could deal with it, but I don't know why she is different from other ghosts."

Wen Xiaoai really couldn't figure out that no matter how powerful a ghost was, she couldn't make her so embarrassed.

This Wu Zhihan's strength is no longer what a ghost should have.

Although the man recovered some strength, he would not be Wu Zhihan's opponent after all.

But with a hundred moves, the man was severely beaten to the ground by Wu Zhihan, and fell heavily to the ground.

The man held his chest and landed on the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out, but was blocked by the mask and splashed back on his face.

His pale face was covered with blood, and his eyes were blackened.

Wu Zhihan succeeded in pursuing him, and when the man was unable to resist, he was ready to kill him directly.

Upon seeing this, Wen Xiaoai hurriedly stepped forward and temporarily stopped Wu Zhihan.

"Little boy."

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai who was fighting Wu Zhihan in midair. This kind of helplessness made him really crazy.

Jun Moyan looked back at the embarrassed man on the ground, and reached out to pull him up.

The man glanced at Jun Moyan's outstretched hand, and then looked at Jun Moyan's eyes.

Four eyes face each other.

Jun Mo Yan frowned, fixedly looking at the only eyes exposed outside the mask.

These eyes...

Jun Moyan suddenly stretched out his hand to uncover the man's mask, and the man immediately blocked it.

"No need to!"

He gritted his teeth and spoke, then got up on his own.

"who are you?"

Jun Moyan did not intend to let it go.

These eyes, why he felt so familiar, seemed to have seen them somewhere.

"Your enemy!"

The man stared at Jun Moyan coldly, saying every word, clearly, but deliberately lowered his throat.

"Ye Qi?"

Obviously not.

"Heh..." The man sneered.

"You don't deserve to know."

As he said, he rose up again, joined the fight, and fought side by side with Wen Xiaoai.

Jun Moyan stood there, looking at the man who was fighting with Wen Xiaoai in midair.

At this moment, he really hated his incompetence, hated himself as an ordinary person.

Seeing his beloved person in danger, and he can't do anything, and even watching other men fighting alongside her, it's really worse than killing him.

After a battle, Wen Xiaoai found that Wu Zhihan's strength was obviously weakened.

It seemed to be suppressed deliberately by something, and I felt like I couldn't use it.

Wen Xiaoai didn't know why, but the man knew.

That's because Jun Moyan is here.

Wen Xiaoai took this opportunity to drew the ghost town charm in his palm again with blood, and took the opportunity to pat the back of Wu Zhihan's head again.

"what……"

There was a stinging eardrum, followed by a terrible scream.

Wu Zhihan opened her hands and screamed to the sky. She was dressed in a big red dress and draped in long hair. She looked really scary at the moment.