Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The five holes pierced in the back, like lava flowing through, felt like being thrown into the fire and burning.

Jun Moyan turned black in front of him, and his head became dizzy.

He immediately reduced the speed, and after driving for a few minutes, he couldn't hold it anymore and parked on the side of the road to avoid a traffic accident.

"what happened."

When Wen Xiaoai saw Jun Moyan's face turned blue, and there was a black air between his eyebrows, he knew what was going on.

She immediately unfastened the seat belt on her body, then got up and unfastened the seat belt on Jun Moyan.

Reached out and took off his clothes, wanting to check the wound.

"No……"

Jun Moyan wanted to say that it was okay to let Wen Xiaoguai feel relieved, but found that even speaking was starting to be difficult.

"You turn around and I will look at your wound."

Jun Moyan didn't want to show her the wound, for fear that it would scare her, that she would worry, and that she would cry again later.

But Wen Xiaoai didn't give him a chance to say no at all, and had already unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt.

Jun Mo Yan helplessly turned his body sideways, leaving his back to Wen Xiaoai.

Wen Xiaoai watched his blood-soaked clothes cling to his back, and he couldn't even take off his clothes.

She was afraid of getting his wounds, so she did not dare to look.

"You bear it..."

Wen Xiaoai wiped his tears, and gathered the courage to slowly fade his clothes down.

Has faded to the waist.

On his back that was stained red with blood, the five blood holes pierced by Wu Zhihan's nails were still bleeding, shockingly.

And this blood, at some point, turned black.

There was black smoke coming out of the wound, visible to the naked eye.

The skin on the edge of the wound showed signs of decay and exuded a foul smell.

This was caused by the corpse poison in Li Gui's body.

"...Why is it so serious."

"Jun Moyan, how are you."

Wen Xiaoai asked him crying.

"……nothing."

It was a reassuring remark, but when he spoke, his breath was unstable and strenuous, but it made Wen Xiaoai more afraid and flustered.

"Jun Moyan, sit down, and I will help you get the corpse out."

Wen Xiaoai straightened Jun Moyan's body, trying to force the corpse poison out of his wound.

But after trying it several times, it was not only useless, it seemed to accelerate the spread of the corpse poison, and toss Jun Moyan very hard.

Wen Xiaoai didn't dare to try any more, so he could only close his hand.

Seeing Jun Moyan's face slowly turning from blue to blue-gray, Wen Xiaoai cried with fear.

"Jun Mo Yan..."

"Woo, you can't do anything."

Jun Moyan's eyelids were too heavy to lift up, his vision was blurred, and his consciousness was also dissipating. Hearing Wen Xiaoai's scared cry, he raised his hand with difficulty, trying to hug her.

But as if there was a hallucination, it seemed that he had raised his hand, as if he had hugged her, but suddenly he was awake for a second or two, only to find that he hadn't even raised his hand.

"Little boy..."

"Jun Mo Yan."

Wen Xiaoai grabbed his hand and looked at him with tears on his face.

"...Don't cry."

Jun Moyan couldn't open his eyes, his brain was dizzy, and he would fall asleep at any time.

"I don't cry, don't cry." Wen Xiaoai wiped away tears, but still couldn't control his emotions.

She was afraid, she was afraid to die.

She was not afraid of Wu Zhihan just now.

At this moment, he was so panicked that he had no master, and he was too afraid to know what to do.

"...Little boy, my phone is in my left pocket, you call Tsing Yi and let him come..."