Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Black smoke appeared from the back of her head that was stained with Wen Xiaoai's blood talisman, as if something had been corroded.

"it works."

Wen Xiaoai looked at Wu Zhihan who was nearly wiped out by a ghost charm, and said with joy.

However, before she was happy for two seconds, Wu Zhihan suddenly attacked her like crazy.

Even if Wen Xiaoai reacted quickly enough, it was still difficult to resist Wu Zhihan's crazy blow.

Wen Xiaoai was hit hard by her and fell from midair.

"Little boy."

"Yinger."

Jun Moyan rushed forward, holding Wen Xiaoai who was about to fall to the ground firmly in his arms.

"Little boy."

The blood spit out from Wen Xiaoai's mouth made Jun Moyan all over him.

The white shirt on his body was dyed red.

"Little boy." Jun Moyan was flustered.

"what……"

Wu Zhihan's roar sounded, Jun Moyan raised his eyes, but saw Wu Zhihan in a red dress flying towards them with a pale face and a hideous face.

And that man is rushing here too quickly...

Just now Wen Xiaoai's ghost charm from the town angered Wu Zhihan.

Wu Zhihan is now trying to tear up Wen Xiaoai, and even Jun Moyan, who has only been afraid of it, is going to get rid of it.

Wu Zhihan arrived in front of Jun Moyan in an instant, and Jun Moyan could hardly react at this speed beyond humans.

He shot in time and blocked Wu Zhihan's hand that wanted to pierce the long red nail into the back of Wen Xiaoai's neck.

He put his arm around Wen Xiaoai. After this hand blocked Wu Zhihan, he had no extra hand to block Wu Zhihan's other hand.

When Wu Zhihan's other hand was about to drop, Jun Moyan almost didn't even think about it. He turned around holding Wen Xiaoai and changed positions with her.

Five long blood-red nails pierced Jun Moyan's back like a sharp sword, directly into his body, and the blood instantly stained his clothes.

Jun Mo Yan snorted, the blue veins on his forehead rose sharply from the sudden pain, and his face turned pale.

"Jun Mo Yan."

Wen Xiaoai's eyes widened and looked at him silly.

"...It's okay."

At the corner of Jun Moyan's mouth, there was a smile that was not suitable for the current situation.

He was very happy to be able to protect her from injury.

At least, he is not so useless.

"Jun Mo Yan..."

Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan's pale face, tears welled up.

She resisted the urge to cry, came out of Jun Moyan's arms, waved and slashed towards Wu Zhihan.

There was a dazzling purple light on the palm of his hand, and the purple light forced Wu Zhihan to withdraw his hand and step back.

The moment she withdrew her nails from Jun Moyan's back, blood spurted out.

"Jun Mo Yan."

Wen Xiaoai immediately reached out to support Jun Moyan, who was a little shaky.

Looking at the large blood stains on his back, Wen Xiaoai cried.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

"You lie, how can it not hurt."

Wu Zhihan is a ghost, and her nails are more harmful than a sword thrown into the fire and melted.

Not to mention being stabbed, just scratching it, it is the same as corroding with sulfuric acid, and it hurts deeply.

The man looked at Wen Xiaoai who was crying at a loss because of Jun Moyan's injury, and his heart seemed to be stabbed with a knife.

He swallowed the grievance and unwillingness full of his stomach, and stubbornly supported his injuries, and attacked Wu Zhihan.

"It really doesn't hurt, don't cry." Jun Moyan raised his hand, pulled out a smile, and wiped away tears for Wen Xiaoai.

"I'm going to chop off her hand."

Wen Xiaoai cried and yelled, and Feishen walked towards Wu Zhihan.