Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Nie Jiuque's fist suddenly clenched, and the sugar instantly turned into powder in his hand.

His response has explained everything.

But Wen Xiaoai didn't understand that the soul-suppressing beasts are ancient spirits. Compared with those in the fairy world who drink dew and pretend to be noble, shouldn't they be free from the world and ask about world affairs?

How could he help those immortals in the fairy world intervene in such a thing?

Although Wen Xiaoai wanted to know what was going on, seeing that Nie Jiuque's mood was not very stable at the moment, and he didn't want to provoke others' sadness, he could only temporarily suppress his inner curiosity.

In fact, there are only three things that Wen Xiaoai wants to know the most. One is why she looks like Fairy Shangying, the other is why she always dreamed of Nie Jiuque and Shangying before, and the third is the mask of the person in front of her. What did her face look like, and why did she always give her a familiar sense of deja vu.

After recovering, Nie Jiuque realized that he was out of control. He first looked down at the Tang Mo in his hand subconsciously, and then quickly looked at Wen Xiaoai for fear that he would scare her.

She said before that she likes to see him smile best, not to look at him sternly and angry.

"Ying... Xiao Ai..."

The name Nie Jiuque made Wen Xiaoai frowned.

"You should call me Wen Xiaoai."

If you let her people hear it, I don't know what to think.

Although everyone loves her very much, the person in front of him is the big demon, the enemy of their entire cat demon clan.

"..." Nie Jiuque was silent.

"Is there anything you asked me to do?" she asked.

Nie Jiuque looked down at the Tang Mo in his hand, then looked at her with care and helplessness to do something wrong:

"...The sugar is broken."

Wen Xiaoai was taken aback for a moment and looked over.

"If it's broken, it's broken, just buy it again."

Wen Xiaoai didn't know that she didn't mind at all, but the casual remark made Nie Jiuque smile and said with joy:

"Then I will buy it for you next time."

Wen Xiaoai opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the whole person had no energy, so he didn't bother to say it.

Seeing her look tired, Nie Jiuque smiled and said, "Are you still sleepy? If you don't want to sleep for a while, I will guard you."

"The aura here is very strong and the wind blows comfortably, making people particularly want to sleep." Wen Xiaoai yawned.

"Then do you like it here?"

"It's beautiful here." She didn't say she liked it, because he knew what Nie Jiuque was thinking.

But she is not his Yinger.

"Yes, for me, this is the most beautiful place among the six realms." Nie Jiuque looked at the large purple qiong tree with soft light in his eyes.

All that passed by was Yinger's smile.

Here is where he and she promised to book a lifetime.

Every ziqiong tree here has witnessed his and Ying'er's past.

This is the only place that gives him a sense of security and belonging except the Devildom.

No one knows what belongs to him and Ying'er.

Nie Jiuque thought, turned his head to look at Wen Xiaoai beside him, but saw Wen Xiaoai closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He curled his lips slightly, moved closer to her, just staring at her like that...

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"You mean, there appeared two Demon men wearing the same mask and the same black robe? Save the humans one after another?"

"Yes." The general's face was still pale after healed.

The patriarch's hand holding the scepter gradually tightened, and there was anger burning in his concealed eyes.

"I see. General Laofanwu has run this time. Go down and rest first."