Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Wow..." A cry of a crow sounded.

The Blood Raven standing on the man's shoulder turned his head and glanced at Ace.

A pair of ruby-red eyes could see clearly and brightly even under the black air.

The blood crow seemed to be dissatisfied with Ace's question to its owner.

Ace felt his scalp numb when the blood crow saw him. With this look... Ace finally knew why he always felt like he was being watched by strange things for more than a year.

I finally knew what it was that had been monitoring him.

"If you shouldn't ask, don't ask!"

The man opened his mouth, clearly that others were ten meters away from him, but his voice seemed to explode in his ears, as if to burst his eardrums.

When the cochlea hurts, something warm comes out.

"...Yes." Ace's teeth trembled, and the muscles in his eyes and mouth were twitching slightly.

A strong wind blew him, blowing the black robe that blended him with the night, the air pressure around him became lower and lower, and the black aura became thicker and thicker, as if the entire time and space were distorting and changing.

Even the air became compact and solidified under his influence.

Ace's face was instantly pale as paper, and his chest became stuffy, as if he had been severely injured, even breathing was difficult.

Fortunately, the duration is not very long. After just a few seconds, everything is calm.

And that person also disappeared.

It just disappeared in place...this kind of disappearance, Ace also experienced in Jun Moyan's Wuyuan ten minutes ago.

But when I saw it with my own eyes again, Ace still couldn't calm down.

Even if it is not the first time.

He raised his hand and touched his ear.

Above the fingertips, there is bright red blood.

What kind of existence is this person?

Is his next goal Jun Moyan?

If not, why let him take the benefit of Jun Wuhao and attack Jun Mo Yan...

But because of his ability to destroy the world, if he really wants to deal with Jun Moyan, it should be just a matter of using his fingers. Why is it so troublesome?

What does he want to do!

How many are controlled like him...

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Wen Xiaoai rubbed his eyes and sat up with a yawn. She felt that the hidden energy in Jun Moyan seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

At this rate, in another month, her inner alchemy should be able to recover seven or eight eight, and she can try to recover her body.

As Wen Xiaoai thought, her mood improved, and her two little ears moved.

But before she was happy for a while, a white hand squeezed her ear.

Wen Xiaoai subconsciously squinted his eyes, shrank his neck, and his body was tight and unable to move, as if he had been subjected to a hold technique.

"Meow~"

The sound of her milky milk sounded a little trembling, which was clearly accusing, but it sounded more adorable than usual.

Why did she pinch her ear again? She didn't commit any crime.

"If I ruin a piece of my clothing a day, it takes a long time, isn't it important?" He just woke up, his voice was not as cold and cold as before.

With a kind of fascinating low mute magnetism.

I hate it, why didn't she dislike her saliva before, obviously just to find a reason to pinch her ears.

"Meow~"

She waved her little paw to hit him, but she didn't have any strength and couldn't even stretch her hand.

Seeing its powerless struggle, Jun Moyan remembered that it was drunk yesterday, rubbed his ears, licked his neck... the strange and warm touch.

When I think about it, his heart is like being scratched by its little paws, itchy.

It seems that his ears are equally sensitive.