Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

I don't know if it's my own illusion, I can't see it, but Jun Moyan seems to feel its injury in his eyes.

It seems to be wronged, wronged how he asked such things.

Yes, it is not only wronged, but also blames Jun Mo Yan, blame him for forgetting it.

"Are you from the underworld? Why did you appear to me before, still appear in my dreams, and still appear here now?"

Jun Moyan urgently wanted to know if this thing had something to do with him.

He suddenly regretted telling the alcoholic that he had insomnia and nightmares that day, and regretted that he had taken the sleep-helping medicine given by the alcoholic.

He should ask clearly in his dream.

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Jun Moyan asked again: "Why are you here?"

"Because you are here."

It spoke, it really spoke.

No, it's not talking, it's like Jun Moyan, answering him in his heart.

But Jun Moyan heard it.

Even though it was vicissitudes of life because of its size, Jun Moyan still heard what it was saying.

It said it was because he was here.

Moreover, Jun Moyan could feel that it was deliberately lowering its own voice, trying to speak softly.

It seems to care about itself.

Jun Moyan suppressed the incredible and exciting emotions in his heart, and seized the time to ask questions in his heart.

Because he was afraid it would be gone for a while.

"Do you know me?"

"Ok."

Some of its answers are expected, but some seem to be unexpected.

"Aren't you from the underworld? Why do you know me? Do I have any contact with you?"

"I'm here to find you back."

"Find me... go back?"

Jun Moyan could not understand what it said.

If it hadn't appeared on his body, it still appeared in his dreams, if he didn't think it was kind, and was not afraid of it, Jun Moyan would have thought that he was about to die, so it came to take his ghost to the underworld .

"They are all waiting for you to go back."

"……Who are they?"

"..."

"Jun Mo Yan, Jun Mo Yan..."

Wen Xiaoai's voice rang from deep in his brain, pulling Jun Moyan's mind back.

He instantly calmed down.

Little boy...

Jun Moyan felt that someone had pinched the sides of his chin and forced him to open his mouth. Something was put into his mouth.

A hand touched his throat, and the thing slid into his throat...

"Jun Moyan, wake up..." Wen Xiaoai's anxious voice came from his ear.

Jun Moyan wanted to open his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, it was in vain.

In addition to Wen Xiaoai's voice, he also heard many familiar voices.

"How long will it be effective?"

Shangguanyu looked at Jun Moyan who had eaten the antidote prepared by the alcoholic in bed, and asked the alcoholic.

"...Wait for half an hour and have a look."

"Are you sure?"

"...Wait for half an hour and have a look."

The drunkard is still the unsuspecting words.

"Sit down and rest for a while." Tsing Yi stepped forward, trying to help the exhausted drunkard onto a chair to rest.

The drunkard waved his hand, sat down by the bed, and checked the wound on Jun Moyan's back.

The silver needle inserted in his back has turned black, and the black blood is flowing and rubbing, rubbing and flowing, and the corpse spots are constantly growing. Although the speed is slower than before, it is indeed growing.

He knew that no matter how incomprehensible this corpse poison was, he could no longer control it.

But in three days, Jun Moyan absolutely rotted and died.

Several people stood by the bed, quietly waiting for Jun Moyan to wake up.

In my heart, one is more sad than the other.