The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 283 Let go of your trotters
When Leng Wuyou and the others returned to the main hall, Jun Moyuan had already put away the bloody light, but when he saw Leng Wuyou's current appearance, his eyes darkened instantly.

He pulled Leng Wuyou into his arms and wrapped her up with his clothes.

Leng Wuyou was taken aback by Jun Moyuan's actions, her wings couldn't help moving, she raised her head with difficulty, "Jun Moyuan, what are you doing?"

"It's called Yuan." Jun Moyuan emphasized before answering the little girl's question, "Qibao is so beautiful, I don't want others to see it." I really want to hide Qibao and show it to him alone. Belongs to him alone.

The corner of Leng Wuyou's mouth twitched, a little dumbfounded.

Lingshen really wanted to go up and pull Leng Wuyou over, but he didn't dare because of Jun Moyuan's despicable power, he just shouted frantically in his heart, "That's His Royal Highness, his family, dog man, hurry up!" Let go of your trotters, ahhh!"

Jun Moyuan seemed to feel the mind of the spirit god, and his eyes turned coldly.

Lingshen: Damn, you scared me to death!Your Highness, take a quick look!
Huhu~
People who were blown by the raging wind couldn't open their eyes, but Leng Wuyou felt better being protected by Jun Moyuan.

Lingshen, on the other hand, danced wildly with blown white hair, like a lunatic.

"Your Highness, you must be careful!" Lingshen's voice was shattered by the blowing.

Leng Wuyou looked at him and raised his voice, "Are you sure you don't want to come with us?"

"Your Highness, I can't leave. Once I leave, I will be found, and." Lingshen smiled, "I have a good life here, and I don't want to leave."

After listening, Leng Wuyou was silent. How could it be that she didn't want to leave? It's just because she helped them hide their whereabouts. If she guessed right, if there is no one from the Spirit Race in this space, it will collapse!
And the mysterious man will definitely find her trail.

"Your Highness, let's go!" Lingshen waved his hand.

Leng Wuyou pursed her lips, nodded, and walked towards the center of the wind with Jun Moyuan.

Lingshen watched silently, His Highness must not come back again, the future of the spirit clan rests on you.

The more you go to the center, the stronger the wind, and the raging wind forms a vortex, sharp as a brand-new sawtooth, which may be cut into pieces if you are not careful.

"Be careful." Leng Wuyou dragged Jun Moyuan to avoid a wind, with a solemn face, the wind here is too overbearing, it can catch up with the space storm.

Besides, this hasn't reached the edge of space confinement yet.

The two walked against the wind all the way, and after about half an hour, the two stopped. In front of them was a barrier with black luster, which looked thin, as if it could be pierced with a single finger.

But such a seemingly fragile barrier trapped them here like a cage.

However, the strange thing is that there is no wind here, Leng Wuyou frowned, and looked at Jun Moyuan, both of them saw five words from each other's eyes, "There is something weird here."

"Qibao, you are yours, and I will protect you." Jun Moyuan reached out and stroked the hair on Fu Leng Wuyou's forehead.

Leng Wuyou nodded, "Okay."

Said that she turned around and directly handed her back to Jun Moyuan.

Jun Moyuan was warmed by the little girl's unhesitating behavior, he smiled softly, and said to himself, "Qibao, I will not let you down."

The silver space source force gathers at Leng Wuyou's fingertips with a touch of gold.

Suddenly, the wind rose, the wind was thirty times stronger than before, screaming, carrying thousands of troops and horses, the wind formed invisible arrows, and shot at Leng Wuyou and Jun from all directions. Mo Yuan.

There was a flash of hostility in Jun Moyuan's black pupils, and with a flick of his wide sleeves, an invisible air flow gushed out instantly, pushing back those arrows and storms all at once.

(End of this chapter)