Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Little boy..."

Wu Zhihan who hurt Jun Moyan didn't know what was going on, the situation was worse than Jun Moyan.

Her nails stained with the blood of Jun Moyan were even more fascinating, but on each of her fingertips, there were bursts of heart-wrenching pain.

Soon the pain spread from the fingertips, first the fingers, then the entire palm, arm, entire arm...

She couldn't resist even a single man's attack.

Being beaten by a man has no room to fight back.

Wu Zhihan glanced in horror at his arm that was so painful that he couldn't move him, wishing to cut it off with his own hands.

Then he raised his eyes incredulously to look at Jun Moyan, and waves of extinct fear came.

Who is he, who is he?

Wu Zhihan was startled for a moment, Wen Xiaoai had already come to her, and a purple light flashed.

Wu Zhihan injured Jun Moyan's hand and his entire arm was chopped off to the ground by Ziguang.

Before she screamed, the figure of the man followed Wen Xiaoai.

When the man arrived in front of Wu Zhihan, his figure turned into a black sword and passed directly through Wu Zhihan's body.

Wen Xiaoai took the opportunity to once again slap Wu Zhihan's palm with the ghost blood symbol on the back of Wu Zhihan's head.

"what……"

Wu Zhihan stared unwillingly, and screamed to the sky.

The cry was stern and stern, and it lasted forever.

Her body shattered like glass in an instant, turning into thousands of pieces.

Wen Xiaoai and the man fell to the ground in embarrassment, looking at Wu Zhihan who was screaming in midair.

Finally, Wu Zhi was wiped out in ashes, leaving behind a puddle of black sticky matter, disappearing into this world.

In her ears, her unwilling screams seemed to still echo.

Everything slowly returned to calm.

This fierce battle finally ended.

Several people were relieved.

The man was sitting on the ground, his body was trembling at the moment, almost exhausted.

Inadvertently glanced at the dark, blood-like thing left by Wu Zhihan.

However, I saw a vaguely black smoke on the dark thing.

The man narrowed his eyes and stared at the black smoke, as if he wanted to see this thing clearly, but because it was a little far away, it was night, and he couldn't see clearly.

He shot and absorbed the black smoke that obviously did not belong to Wu Zhihan.

Black smoke lingered in his palm. The man looked at the black smoke in his palm, and his eyes suddenly burst out with a killing intent after a while.

He stared at the black smoke in his hands, his hands trembling with anger.

He closed his hand fiercely and pinched out the black eye in his palm.

The teeth creaked.

left! strict!

The man suppressed all his emotions, got up with some difficulty, and just wanted to help Wen Xiaoai.

But I saw Jun Moyan had helped her up.

After Wen Xiaoai got up, he hugged Jun Mo Yan...

The man stood in place, looking at the two holding each other dumbly. At this moment, all the injuries on his body were less than the pain in his heart.

Unprecedented sadness and heartache.

Watching my beloved woman greet her enemies with warmth and hugs, I believe there is nothing more sad and ridiculous than this, and more heartbreaking.

He stood there dressed in black, and the embarrassed figure that nobody cared looked really distressing.

Even if he doesn't uncover the mask, he can still imagine the sadness in his heart at the moment and the eyes full of hurt and sadness.

He dressed in black is actually full of blood, but no one can see...

"...Brother, are you okay?"

The boy boldly stepped forward to ask.

The man looked sideways and glanced at the young man.