Chapter 1245 Don't Trust Anyone but Me, Be Careful of Pluto

"What are you doing?" Wen Xiaoai asked.

"Bless my spiritual power on the bracelet, and the ghosts of the underworld will not dare to approach you." Jun Moyan replied.

"Will it protect me and the baby?"

Jun Moyan smiled and looked at her: "Yes, I will definitely protect you and the baby."

"Then I must wear it well, every day, even in the shower."

Jun Moyan raised his hand to caress her face, then straightened her hair, leaned over, and said in a low voice:

"Little boy, remember, don't trust anyone in this place except me, you must be more careful about Pluto and Judge, you know?"

"They're not your..."

Before the subordinate could say a word, Jun Moyan's eyes had already told her everything.

When Wen Xiaoai was heartbroken for Jun Moyan, she nodded earnestly: "I remember, here, I will not trust anyone except you, and my baby and I will stay by your side obediently and will not run around. "

Hearing her words "I won't run around", Jun Moyan felt as if a needle had been pricked in her heart.

"……good."

He took her hand and took her to see the flowers.

That was the first time Wen Xiaoai saw Manzhushahua.

There are large patches of dazzling red, and each flower is in full bloom to the most beautiful state, coquettish and charming.

Compared with Ziqionghua's elegant and fresh beauty like white moonlight, Manjushahua is just like the cinnabar mole, with heart-wrenching beauty, so beautiful that it captures people's hearts and souls, captures people's hearts and souls, and sparkles people's minds.

At first glance, it looks like a river of blood.

Weird, yet charming.

Wen Xiaoai doesn't like red at first, but the beauty of Manzhushahua is really irresistible.

How wonderful it would be to see such a touch of color in a dark place like the underworld.

"Do you like it?" Jun Moyan handed a handful of Manzhu Shahua to Wen Xiaoai who was dumbfounded.

Wen Xiaoai stretched out her arms and hugged her, smiling and nodding.

"I like it, it's so pretty."

Manjusawa bloomed on the banks of the Wangchuan River, in large swaths, spreading into the dark mist in the distance.

That day Jun Moyan carried her into the underworld, but she closed her eyes, so she never saw it.

Because of Jun Moyan, the Wangchuan River, which used to be noisy in the past, is so calm today that there are no waves.

If there were the screams of ghosts and ghosts, coupled with this large area of ​​bright red flowers, I don't know what kind of scenery it would be.

Wen Xiaoai squatted down holding a handful of manjusawa, and the blood-red manjusawa cast a red shadow on her little face.

Jun Moyan squatted down next to her, looking at the bright red eyes, he sighed softly: "In the underworld, there is only this touch of color."

Wen Xiaoai looked at him and reached out to hold his big hand.

"Jun Moyan, they are all afraid of you. You must have been bored in the underworld before, right? Didn't you say anything for ten days and a half?"

"before?"

Jun Moyan thought about it seriously, then smiled.

"No, I used to sleep for fifty years in one hundred years, and retreat for fifty years, but I was not idle at all."

He said, pointing to the Wangchuan River not far away, and continued: "I used to sleep on my stomach there."

Wen Xiaoai looked in the direction of his finger.

"Why don't you sleep in the Hall of Souls?"

"Because there is Wangchuan and the Naihe Bridge here, I can see new ghosts walking across the Naihe Bridge every day, and I can hear the confessions of those ghosts in the Wangchuan River..."

After all, it was because there was no one in the Hall of Souls.

But here, it's not so cold.

Wen Xiaoai tightly held his hand.

Jun Moyan looked at her and held her little hand instead.

"Little boy, if it wasn't for Jun Moyan, I might never know the parting of life and death, joys and sorrows."

(PS: I recommend the author's new book "Mr. Jun, Work with a Certificate" about the story of Xiaoguai and Laojun's son ~ welcome to the pit)