Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Because his vision was blocked by the desk, Wen Xiaoai couldn't see who came in.

But with this voice and the smell of alcohol, Wen Xiaoai knew who it was without even looking.

It was the drunkard who said at first that she was helpless and wanted to kill her, and then asked Jun Moyan to raise her for two days, but actually wanted to arrest her for research.

This Jun Moyan looked like a normal person, how could he be surrounded by some...indifferent friends.

Avoid her as soon as he sees her, like a ghost in white;

An annoying person who loves to speak badly about people and give people names randomly;

There is also a drunkard who fell into the jar but dared to fight for his life with Hades...

In such a comparison, it seems that Xiaocha and Tsing Yi are the most normal.

Jun Moyan put Wen Xiaoai on the desk and got up to the sofa.

Sit down on the sofa and glanced at the alcoholic who seemed to be asleep.

Then he unbuttoned the top buttons of the shirt and kicked the alcoholic.

The drunkard opened his eyes reluctantly and left.

Ben was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. When he saw Jun Moyan with half of his shoulders exposed, he was first stunned, and then looked at him with a weird look:

"Why, when Tsing Yi's face tempts me."

As the drunkard said, he immediately closed the collar he had just torn apart:

"You came to me just to undress and show me? I'm not good at this."

"..." Jun Mo Yan's eyes were slightly cool, and his face sank.

Tsing Yi was first speechless by the alcoholic, but was soon shocked by the wound on Jun Moyan's body:

"San Shao, you, your injury...how did you recover so quickly?"

Although I didn't see how serious Jun Moyan was injured, it was certainly not minor.

Even if it was a minor injury, it was only a day and two nights, and it was impossible to recover so quickly.

"I'm here to let you see if there is any problem with my body." Jun Moyan looked at the nervous drunkard.

When he got up this morning, he was surprised by the speed of the wound healing.

At this rate, the wound that originally took only one month to recover completely, it can heal in about one week.

And he also found that the old scars on his body seemed to be getting lighter and lighter.

And last night, after he and the crow looked at each other, he was obviously injured. I thought he would get dizzy today, but he didn't.

Wen Xiaoai, who heard their conversation, looked at the wound on Jun Moyan's left shoulder.

I thought, looking at Jun Moyan's puzzled look, I thought that when he was injured before, he healed at the same speed as ordinary people.

This time, it was obviously different.

Healing faster?

But there is a strange energy in him that can help people heal injuries, replenish vitality, and even repair inner alchemy.

She was still wondering if the energy in him could be used for herself.

It seems that it was not possible before, but now... not necessarily.

But why can it be used suddenly?

Is it related to her?

No, she has lost her mana and can't do anything to him at all. She has to rely on the energy in his body to heal her wounds.

Could it be that he was reinforced by some spell? Now that the spell is gone, the energy is released, so I can use it?

If this matter is placed in the other six realms, it’s not surprising.

But this is the human world. Jun Moyan is a human being. Although he sometimes looks scarier than Hades and Hades, he is a human.

Wen Xiaoai didn't understand either.

The drunkard raised his eyebrows slightly, stood up like an interest, approached Jun Moyan, and poked his wound with a finger that was more beautiful than a woman.

"Is this... really the injury suffered the night before?" the drunkard asked.

"Yeah." Jun Moyan answered affirmatively.