Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Upon seeing this, Wen Xiaoai was shocked and looked at the man in disbelief.

Because just now, she was also preparing to transfer the corpse poison in Jun Moyan's body to herself.

But she was not sure, she was not sure whether she would succeed, and she might even accidentally harm Jun Moyan, and even if the corpse poison was successfully transferred to her body, she could not solve the corpse poison on her body.

Does he know what he is doing?

Is he going to die for Jun Moyan?

"Do you know what you are doing?" Wen Xiaoai couldn't help but speak.

She really wants to save Jun Mo Yan, if this person is a bad person, she will not stop a bad person from seeking death, but he...

"know."

"You want to transfer the corpse poison to yourself?"

"Ok."

"You will die."

The man was stunned, then looked at Wen Xiaoai, his eyes lit up when he saw the pitiful worry on Wen Xiaoai's face.

The corners of the pale lips pulled a smile: "Are you caring about me?"

"I just don't want to owe you."

"..."

The man felt lonely for a while, he didn't speak any more, and continued with his hands.

Soon, the black blood flowing out of Jun Moyan's wound turned from black to red, and the black smoke that had been lingering on it slowly disappeared. The corpse spots were also dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye. His skin, It also turned from dead gray to white.

Wen Xiaoai held his breath, excited and nervous, but did not dare to disturb the man again.

Finally, his wound no longer bleeds, all the corpses are gone, and his skin color has recovered.

Wen Xiaoai was in ecstasy, tears in his eyes, it was because of happiness.

At the moment the man closed his hand, Wen Xiaoai immediately went forward and knelt on the ground to check Jun Moyan's situation.

She reached out and pushed Jun Moyan's shoulder, and touched his face: "Jun Moyan, Jun Moyan?"

"When will he wake up?"

Wen Xiaoai asked the man.

But seeing the man holding the bedside table with one hand, he barely held it down, while his hand holding the bedside table was shaking.

"How are you doing."

Seeing that the man was in very bad condition, Wen Xiaoai immediately stood up, walked around the bed and came to him.

"...It's okay."

"Then, how do you deal with the corpse poison in your body?"

"If I said, I just waited to die, would you be sad?" The man looked at her and asked with a smile.

"Since you can't solve it, why do you want to save his life?"

Wen Xiaoai didn't understand.

"I don't see you being sad."

"..."

Wen Xiaoai froze for two seconds and then said: "I'm really not Yinger."

"I know..." The man's voice was weak as if a gust of wind could blow away.

He stopped fighting with her.

It's okay, she will always remember.

Wen Xiaoai didn't understand this person more and more.

Since he knew it, why didn't he think she was sad?

Just because she looks like that Yinger?

"Do I look a lot like her? Do you like that Yinger very much?"

"..." The man did not speak, just looked at her.

"If you don't like her very much, how can you not even see her sad for someone who just looks like her."

The man smiled and looked at Wen Xiaoai's eyes with tenderness: "Yes, I like her very much."

I really like it very much.

"Is she from the Immortal Realm? Does the people in the Immortal Realm say that immortals and demons have different paths, so they are not allowed to be together?"

"...Yes." The man responded, still staring at Wen Xiaoai with his eyes.