Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"What are you doing?" Wen Xiaoai asked.

"Hold my spiritual power on the bracelet, the ghost of the underworld will not dare to approach you." Jun Moyan replied.

"Will it protect me and my baby?"

Jun Moyan smiled and looked at her: "Yes, I will definitely protect you and your baby."

"Then I must wear it well, wear it every day, and also wear it in the bath."

Jun Moyan raised his hand to caress her face, then straightened her hair, leaned over, and whispered:

"Little boy, remember, don't believe anyone except me in this place, you must be more careful about Pluto and the judge, you know?"

"They are not yours..."

The subordinate did not say the word, Jun Moyan's eyes had already told her everything.

Wen Xiaoai nodded earnestly for Jun Mo Yan when he was heartbroken: "I remember, here, I will not trust anyone except you. My baby and I will stay by your side and won't run around. "

Hearing her phrase "I won't run around", Jun Moyan felt like a needle was stabbed in his heart.

"……obedient."

He took her hand and took her to see the flowers.

That was the first time Wen Xiaoai saw Manzhushahua.

Large tracts of glaring red, each blooming to the most beautiful state, coquettish and charming.

Compared with the elegant and refreshing beauty of purple viburnum, Manzhushahua is the cinnabar mole, bloody, beautiful, breathtaking, and charming.

At a glance, it looks like a river of blood.

Weird and charming.

Wen Xiaoai didn't like red, but the beauty of Manzhushahua was really irresistible.

How beautiful it would be to see such a touch of color in the dark place of the underworld.

"Do you like it?" Jun Moyan handed a handful of Manzhushahua to Wen Xiaoai who was dumbfounded.

Wen Xiaoai stretched out his hand in his arms and nodded with a smile.

"I like it, it looks so good."

Manzhushahua is in full bloom on the banks of Wangchuan River, spreading into the dark mist in the distance.

Jun Moyan carried her into the underworld that day. She closed her eyes, so she never saw it.

Because of Jun Moyan, the violent and noisy Wangchuan River is so peaceful today that there is no turmoil.

If there is the scream of ghosts and ghosts, accompanied by this large red flower, I don't know what kind of scenery it is.

Wen Xiaoai squatted down holding a handful of Manzhushahua, and the blood-red Manzhushahua reflected a red shadow on her small face.

Jun Moyan squatted down next to her, looking at the bright red in his eyes, he sighed lightly: "In the underworld, there is only this color."

Wen Xiaoai looked at him, stretched out and held his big hand.

"Jun Moyan, they are afraid of you. You must have been boring in the underworld before? Didn't you say anything for ten and a half months?"

"before?"

Jun Mo Yan thought about it seriously, then smiled.

"No, I used to sleep for 50 years and retreat for 50 years in a hundred years, but it was not idle at all."

He said, pointing to the bank of the Wangchuan River not far away, and continued: "I used to lie there and sleep."

Wen Xiaoai looked in the direction of his fingers.

"Why don't you sleep in the Hall of Soul Repression?"

"Because there is Wangchuan and Naihe Bridge here, I can see new ghosts crossing Naihe Bridge every day, and I can hear the repentance of those ghosts in the Wangchuan River..."

In the final analysis, it was because there was no one in the Hall of Souls.

But here, it's not so cold.

Wen Xiaoai held his hand tightly.

Jun Moyan looked at her and held her little hand instead.

"Little boy, if it weren't for Jun Moyan, I might never know the parting of life and death, joy and sorrow."

(PS: Recommend the story of Xiaoguai and Laojun’s son written in the author’s new book "Mr. Jun, Work with a License" ~ Welcome to the pit)