Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The strange coldness in the eyes of the blood crow made Jun Moyan uncomfortable.

For a moment, he seemed to see a river of blood that was bigger than the Yellow River in these red eyes.

And in this river of blood, there seemed to be thousands of ghosts roaring, like a gathering of all the evil spirits in hell.

In a daze, Jun Moyan seemed to have heard the stern cry of ten thousand ghosts biting each other.

This is really shocking.

Jun Moyan did not expect that this crow would dare to look at him for so long.

He narrowed his eyes, and the brutal breath that suddenly burst out of him, centered on him, quickly spread to the entire room, and immediately plunged the entire room into an extremely cold place.

Wen Xiaoai, who was lying on his body, couldn't help shrinking.

He stared coldly at the blood crow on the balcony who was about to be unable to hold on.

The overwhelming murderous aura came head-on with a powerful aura.

The brain seemed to be beaten fiercely by a huge wave, and the blood crow suddenly closed its eyes, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from its shady eyes and dripped on the balcony.

Not only the eyes, but also the ears, nose, and mouth, there is blood flowing out.

When he opened it again, there was a blood red around its eyes, making its **** eyes that were so strangely red even more transparent and bright.

The Blood Raven was defeated, it flew off the balcony with a pair of black wings that blended with the night with some difficulty.

"Wow~"

When leaving, the Blood Crow seemed to have just experienced a fierce battle, consuming all its vitality, flying away very hard, and almost fell to the ground several times.

Even the cry made people feel like they were seriously injured.

As the blood crow left, the hostility in Jun Moyan's eyes gradually dissipated.

But the mood is hard to calm down for a while.

He looked at the place where the blood crow had just stood, shaking his heart.

Such a pair of eyes that seemed to be capable of killing would appear on a crow's body.

It's too weird, so weird that it makes the scalp numb.

Jun Moyan turned his gaze back, his face turned pale.

This situation, and the badly injured crow just now seemed to be a symptom.

The little dumpling on his body moved again.

Jun Moyan pulled up the thin quilt next to him and gently covered Wen Xiaoai's body.

His eyes fell on its little furry head, his eyes dark and incomprehensible.

In the past two days, there have been quite a few weird things.

——

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the ice bed under him red, and the blood quickly melted into the white smoke ice bed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was like a piece of fine white jade that was soaked with blood.

In a quiet dark room, a figure was enveloped in black air.

It can be seen from the figure that it is a young man.

The man sat cross-legged on the ice bed. He clutched his aching chest, his face turned pale, and his eyes were bleeding.

His eyes stained red with his own blood showed a strange gleam...

The blue veins on his forehead were slightly raised, as if he had just endured great pain.

Raise your hand to wipe away the blood from the corners of your mouth and under your nose.

The blood-stained lips opened slightly, as if they wanted to speak, but they didn't speak...

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The next day--

"Meow~"

Wen Xiaoai stretched his waist, but he didn't want to think about it in Jun Mo Yan's heart.

Feeling someone staring at her, Wen Xiaoai opened his eyes.

Two small paws rested on Jun Mo Yan's mouth, raised half of his body to meet his gaze.

When he saw Jun Moyan's unreasonable face, Wen Xiaoai suddenly became energetic.

"Meow~"

The cry of her just waking up was softer than usual when she was acting like a baby, and the sound of milk was milky, making people feel itchy.

Jun Mo Yan is no exception.