"Madam, this is the underworld, this is the Soul Suppression Palace, thousands of years ago, it was the Soul Suppression Beast that caused you to be separated from the Lord, a thousand years, the Lord has waited for you for a thousand years without hesitating to scatter his soul, and has been looking for you for a thousand years, how can you go back to the underworld with it, how can you be with your enemies!"

"Do you really not remember the Lord at all? The Lord treats you more than his own life, and He does all this for you! How can you disown the Lord, how can you be worthy of the Lord in doing so! ”

Wen Xiaoai's face was pale, her whole body was already soaked in cold sweat, and Yeyin's accusations were whipping her like a whip, so that her soul and conscience were condemned.

Her arms supporting her body were almost weak, and she collapsed on the bed.

"I'm not, I'm not ......"

She denied it in fear and repulsion, unwilling to accept such truths.

"I'm not...... I'm not, I'm not Shangying, I'm Wen Xiaoai, I'm not ......" She covered her aching lower abdomen, tears mixed with sweat on her face.

Nie Jiuque's three words were like a spell, tightly imprisoning her.

She didn't dare to listen, she didn't dare to ask, she didn't dare to look, she was afraid, she was so afraid that she didn't know how to face Jun Moyan.

Yeyin was so tortured to the soul that she couldn't bear it at all.

"Madam, you have amnesia, you are mistaken, you love the lord, not the enemy soul beast, you are sober!"

"It's not...... Jun Moyan is not an enemy, not a ...... Woohoo......"

"Madame...... Yes! ”

A powerful spiritual power suddenly appeared, directly knocking out Yeyin, who was kneeling on the ground, and slammed it to the ground.

Jun Mo Yan's figure followed.

"Little princess."

Feng Liyan rushed to the bed, helped Wen Xiaoai to sit up, let her lean in his arms, and then began to check her pulse.

On the bed, Wen Xiaoai's face covered with cold sweat and miserable pain pierced Jun Moyan's eyes.

He was so angry that he raised his hand to kill Yeyin, but was stopped by Wen Xiaoai.

"Don't."

Jun Moyan's raised hand froze in mid-air.

He turned his head to look at Wen Xiaoai.

"Jun Mo Yan, don't... Don't kill him, let him go. She opened her mouth weakly, but she actually begged Jun Moyan.

Her eyes and tone made Jun Moyan's heart ache fiercely, and the hand she raised trembled slightly.

She's begging him?

How could she beg him?

Was it because of his identity that she was as afraid of him as those people?

No, little girl, you can't be afraid of me.

He didn't allow a gap in his relationship with Wen Xiaoai.

“…… Jun Mo Yan, don't kill him. ”

Jun Moyan's jaw was tense, and the green tendons at the corners of his forehead were bulging, as if he was trying his best to restrain his inner impulse.

In the end, he withdrew his hand under Wen Xiaoai's eyes.

"See clearly, she is Wen Xiaoai, the lady of this seat, the Demon Venerable dares to regenerate a trace of the idea of death, this seat will definitely make your entire demon world, no, restore, exist, exist."

The words are loud and sound, and they contain murderous energy.

The words were said to Yeyin, but it was Wen Xiaoai who looked at it.

It looks more like he is explaining something to Wen Xiaoai.

"Get out."

Yeyin gritted her teeth, unwilling, but she could only leave.

Jun Moyan walked quickly to the bed, and insisted on helping Wen Xiaoai, who was lying in Feng Liyan's arms, into his arms domineeringly.

"What's wrong with her?"

Jun Moyan asked, wiping the cold sweat on Wen Xiaoai's face.

"Her fetal position is unstable, she used her spiritual power a lot today, and she was slightly injured and had fetal gas, but fortunately, she took a lot of purple qiong fruit before, and the fetus absorbed a lot of spiritual power, so as not to cause a slippery tire."