Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

I can't believe what happened.

Ghost, it must be a ghost.

This must be hell, they must be ghosts.

The man's long, white fingers gradually tightened, and the large black invisible hand holding Jun Wuhao's neck slowly tightened.

Jun Wuhao's pale complexion began to turn purple, and his eyes became dim and black, but he could only be held like a corpse.

He didn't have the strength to fight back, and he didn't even have the strength to kick his leg and make a sound.

Death is approaching, and the desperate suffocation makes Jun Wuhao terrified.

"Afraid? Desperate?"

The man stared at Jun Wuhao coldly with dark eyes.

Jun Wuhao looked down at the face of the man on the ground, despair and fear had already eroded him.

His brain is completely dead, and he can't even think.

"Today, the deity will smash your corpse into thousands of pieces, crush your three souls and seven souls, so that you will never live beyond life."

As the man's voice sounded, Jun Wuhao, who was suspended in midair, suddenly exploded.

The corpse was blown into tens of thousands of pieces in an instant, blood, internal organs, corpses, and fleshy meat splashed all over the room.

A rain of blood below the blood spilt in the air, covering people's sight and staining the ground.

And at the moment Jun Wuhao exploded, the man and Ye Yin formed a barrier in front of them, blocking these filthy things, and there was no dirt on their bodies, not even a drop of blood.

The smell of blood and human flesh that filled the room challenged the limit of smell made the man frowned, his eyes full of disgust.

The man took his hand and didn't stay here any longer, and the night sound disappeared.

The **** mess left in this room makes people only want to vomit...

"Master, the other five realms have agreed not to harm a mortal without reason. Although you are a mortal body now, you can kill him, in case..." Yeyin was a little worried.

It was not that he was afraid that Jun Wuhao would go to the underworld to sue after his death, after all, his soul was already broken.

"So what, retribution? Huh..." The man sneered, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

For Yinger, no matter how big the retribution is, he can bear it.

Thousands of years ago, apart from that person, who among the six worlds of heaven and earth could have won him.

retribution?

Did he kill fewer people? Still afraid of retribution? !

The next morning--

Wen Xiaoai awakened from the nightmare again and calmed down. Looking at the handsome face of Jun Moyan close at hand, Wen Xiaoai's flustered heart slowly settled down.

Because Wen Xiaoai was too noisy last night and kept him all night, and Jun Moyan didn't wake up after Wen Xiaoai was awakened this time.

Wen Xiaoai moved slightly, trying to distance himself from Jun Moyan so that he could see him better.

However, as soon as she moved, Jun Moyan, who was fast asleep, subconsciously tightened his arms and held her tighter in his arms.

Wen Xiaoai smiled and directly pouted a little mouth and kissed the chin of her pro Jun Mo Yan.

Two strokes were not enough, and two strokes were not enough. He just got up and pressed Jun Moyan, who was lying on his side, under him, holding his face and kissing him.

Jun Mo Yan, who had just been asleep for less than an hour, frowned and opened his eyes immediately.

When he realized what Wen Xiaoai was doing, his brows frowned suddenly, and the whole person instantly became sober.

"Little boy, what are you doing?!"

He just woke up with a low voice, but with a somewhat charming and lazy magnetism, of course, he was panicked by Wen Xiaoai's actions.