Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Yeyin" slapped Wen Xiaoai's Tianlinggai with an unavoidable pressure in his palm.

Wen Xiaoai raised his eyes subconsciously and looked at the slap that fell straight down.

I was ready to sacrifice half of my life and fight him again and again, but at the moment when the opponent stopped.

"Yingyin"'s palm stopped two centimeters above Wen Xiaoai's head.

Wen Xiaoai felt the strong wind when the palm hit.

If this palm goes down, it must be discarded without death.

Wen Xiaoai was wondering why the unbelievable voice of "Ye Yin" trembled when the other party stopped suddenly.

"...Yinger."

"Ye Yin" looked at this small face that was so familiar that he could no longer be familiar, and could hardly believe his eyes.

Countless scenes of the two playing and laughing together flashed before me.

Even after a thousand years, he still remembers clearly.

Dare not forget.

"Yeyin" was completely stunned in place, the killing intent in his eyes was long gone, and some were just shocked and unbelievable.

After a while, he slowly put his palms away, turned unbelievably, and stroked her cheeks tremblingly.

His lips, his palms, his whole body was trembling with excitement and nervousness.

"...Ying'er, is that you?"

The moment he asked this sentence, his eyes were covered with mist.

The tears of excitement and joy almost came out.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Wen Xiaoai's shoulders, his eyes kept flowing on her little face, as if he was sure of something.

The face in front of me perfectly overlaps the face in memory and in life.

It's her, it's his Yinger, it's really his Yinger, you can't go wrong.

The mood of "Ye Yin" went from shock to excitement to ecstasy.

He was so excited that he couldn't distinguish between laughing and crying. He even made his expression stiff, but he kept staring at this face, and the tears in his eyes gathered more and more.

"Yinger."

"Yingyin" suddenly stretched out his hand to hug Wen Xiaoai.

At this moment, Wen Xiaoai broke through his imprisonment, and struck him directly with all his strength.

"Ye Yin" flew out, smashed the balcony door directly, and finally fell fiercely outside the balcony.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, "Ye Yin" covered his severely injured abdomen and looked at Wen Xiaoai in the room in disbelief. His eyes were as if he had been hurt by some greatness.

No, she is not Yinger, she is not his Yinger.

Ying'er can't hurt him, Ying'er can't hurt him.

"Ye Yin" slowly clenched his hand into a fist, and then supported the ground with his elbows, covered his abdomen with one hand, and stood up with difficulty.

He stood firmly, transported all his mana again, ready to take Wen Xiaoai away, and asked for some clarity.

Wen Xiaoai no longer paid attention to Ye Yin, and even raised a triumphant smile.

Yeyin is not her opponent, covering Yeyin's body-the master of Yeyin, the current state is equal to the soul out of the body, the mana is not able to use much, and she was hit hard by her, which is not enough to be afraid.

Wen Xiaoai gathered purple light in his hands, ready to take it down with a single blow, but found that he couldn't move anymore before he exerted his strength, even unable to make a sound.

Wen Xiaoai stared at Ye Yin angrily.

Damn it, the people in the devil world are really shameless, and they will use some shameful tricks.

"Ye Yin" looked at Wen Xiaoai's eyes at this moment extremely complicated.

He stepped up and walked slowly towards her.

Seeing "Ye Yin" getting closer and closer, Wen Xiaoai eagerly wanted to break through this confinement.

"boom."

A gunshot sounded abruptly, and the bullet pierced the air and flew towards the "Night Sound" whose attention was all on Wen Xiaoai.

When he reacted, it was too late.

The sound of bullets entering the meat sounded, blood splashed, and "Yingyin" had a blood hole in his chest.

This is a fatal injury to ordinary people, but "Ye Yin" is completely irrelevant. He doesn't change his face, and he doesn't even bother to look at the wound.

His eyes were poisoned, and he stared resentfully at the door Jun Moyan who suddenly appeared, holding a silver pistol.

At this moment, Wen Xiaoai broke through the imprisonment again, gathering purple light in his hands and quickly counterattacked.

"Yeyin" took a deep look at Wen Xiaoai who attacked him again with complicated eyes. In the end, his figure was illusory, turned into black smoke, and disappeared...

"Smelly bird, stop for this princess, you pay for my milk."