Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

She died several times, but she still didn’t understand the meaning of death, because for her, not only did she live long enough, but she could die nine times. Even if her fortune was gone, she was still happy when she went to the underworld. After all, death is really just a word to her.

But not anymore.

It turns out that watching the life of the person I like and care about disappears little by little, I will be so painful and uncomfortable, so afraid and helpless, and even want to die with him...

Wen Xiaoai wiped away the tears on his face, then stood up and stood still by the bed.

Then he raised his hand for exercise, bringing up the purple light.

Opening her mouth, a purple bead that was more beautiful than Liuli came out from her mouth.

This purple bead is the inner alchemy that Wen Xiaoai relied on Jun Moyan's energy to repair with difficulty.

Jun Moyan, the underworld is not fun at all. It's cold there. There is no me, no Tsing Yi and white clothes, no Xiaocha and Shangguan Yu, and no two brothers and Grandpa Jun, so you must not go.

Must wake up.

Wen Xiaoai's inner alchemy came to the top of Jun Moyan's chest. She was about to start, and suddenly a breath broke open the barrier she had placed before and appeared in the room.

"You want to die?!"

The angry voice of the other party sounded, and Wen Xiaoai was stopped by the shot.

When Wen Xiaoai saw the incoming person, he subconsciously took his inner alchemy back into his body, and then looked at the person with a vigilant look.

Hearing what the man said, Wen Xiaoai didn't even think about it, opened his mouth and replied: "It's up to you."

Wen Xiaoai's words undoubtedly pierced the most vulnerable part of the man's heart.

Yeah, what does it matter to him.

What right does he have to control her now.

However, he was still unwilling.

"You don't even want your life for him?" He looked at her with blushing eyes.

The tears on her face, her crying swollen eyes, her pale little face, and the helpless, scared but guarded eyes, every bit pierced his heart like a knife.

"My life is too much." Wen Xiaoai didn't want to care about him, she wanted to save Jun Mo Yan.

The big deal is to die again, and not to die before.

"You save him... do you know who he is?"

The man's grievances sounded, and his slender white fingers under his wide black sleeves pointed to Jun Moyan on the bed, and tremblingly asked her.

"If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude to you."

Wen Xiaoai now has all his heart on Jun Moyan, and doesn't want to talk more uselessly with this non-enemy and non-friend demon world.

Hearing Wen Xiaoai's murderous words, the man pointed at Jun Moyan's fingers and slowly bends, puts it back, and finally hangs weakly.

In addition to making him feel heartache, this scene now also feels funny and endless ridicule.

If the old stubborn ones in the fairy world are here, seeing this scene, would you say you can't laugh so much? Will you point to him one by one, and then say a word cruelly: self-inflicted.

The man closed his eyes slightly, and the face under the mask was as pale as paper.

After a while, he spit out a word: "I can help you save him."

For Wen Xiaoai, this sentence is simply a light, but no one will ever know it, and no human body will understand it. In what mood he said this sentence.

Even when the man said this, he couldn't help but laugh.

He was laughing at himself, he was admiring himself.

Who did he save? That was his enemy a thousand years ago, and his love rival a thousand years later.

There should be no punishment, it is more unbearable than this.