Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"are you still there?"

He asked the behemoth in his heart, but after waiting for a long time, there was no response.

It's gone...

I don't know when it will appear again.

Jun Moyan sighed slightly in his heart, not knowing what he was disappointed.

Maybe it was disappointed that there were too many questions that he hadn't asked, of course, even if he got its answer, he didn't dare to determine the authenticity of its answer.

After all, he still couldn't be sure whether the thing really existed or was it just a dream he had...

Soon, the evening was gone, and the night was approaching, Jun Moyan felt that everything around him was cold.

It's not that the sky is getting cold, but his body is getting cold.

It seems that he is really going to die.

Wen Xiaoai said that Jun Moyan's body was so cold that he asked Tsing Yi to get the bed blanket again, covering his waist.

Then, holding a wet towel, he stood up again to wipe off the black blood on his back for Jun Moyan.

"Jun Moyan, if you don't wake up, I may have to go..."

Wen Xiaoai lowered his head and kept wiping tears, feeling wronged and terrified.

When Tsing Yi heard Wen Xiaoai's words, he didn't take it seriously, only when Wen Xiaoai was speaking outrageously with Jun Moyan, and deliberately scared him and wanted him to wake up.

The same is true for Jun Moyan.

But they didn't know that what Wen Xiaoai said to go was really going.

Feeling his life passing bit by bit, Jun Moyan was surrounded by fear and despair. He was more helpless and scared than anyone else.

What he was afraid of was never death.

What he fears most is her tears.

I'm afraid that after her death, she won't even be able to find her way home. I'm afraid that she really can't even eat food, walks and falls...

Even more afraid that after he died, Ye Qi would replace him.

At this moment, Jun Moyan really wanted to be able to pass completely unconscious, even with consciousness.

He really didn't dare to listen to Wen Xiaoai's crying... it was more tormenting than any hurt.

Mu Qishan,

A dangerous mountain located at the junction of the devil and the underworld.

This was also a battlefield where the Demon World and the Underworld fought.

A dark shadow stood on the edge of the cliff, and the cold wind blew his robe and messed up his long hair.

A young and handsome man with no age at all looked at the peak hidden in the dark, then he lowered his head slightly and looked at the bottomless black abyss under his feet.

With a faint smile on his face, he was waiting leisurely for someone to arrive.

This person is Zuo Yan.

At this moment, his heart is extremely rich.

Because soon, the people he has looked for for a thousand years will appear.

The bottomless abyss under his feet evoked a certain memory in his heart.

Zuo Yan flashed the scene of the battle between the demon world and the underworld thousands of years ago...

And the night before the war, he actually went to the underworld by himself and reached an agreement with someone...

Nie Jiuque would never have thought that in that battle, the reason why he would have fallen into a deadlock with the opponent was that Zuo Yan secretly harmed him.

The corner of Zuo Yan's mouth held a smug smile.

Whenever he thinks of the impossibility, the world's surrendered and feared demon lord Nie Jiuque, in fact, died in his hands, and his heart is unstoppable and happy.

And when he knew that Nie Jiuque's Yuanshen had not died, and was reincarnated, after his anger passed, he was actually more unwilling and excited.

Yes, it is excitement.

Because he wanted to kill him again with his own hands.

Because of the Devildom, there can only be one king.

And that king can only be him.

He Zuo Yan, no worse than anyone else, even more unwilling to kneel to him Nie Jiuque all his life, respect him as king.