Chapter 348 Why Are You Determined to Save that Demon?

The alcoholic was a little surprised to see that the man kept silent.

"Are you all right?"

The man wrapped in the black air slowly turned around, looked up at Mu Han, opened his mouth, and asked a question that surprised the alcoholic: "Why do you insist on saving him?"

The drunkard was stunned for a moment, he didn't realize that he would suddenly ask such a question, he had a bad premonition in his heart, the drunkard frowned, his expression was a little nervous and excited, and he unconsciously took a step forward: "Is he..."

"no."

Hearing his words, the drunkard breathed a sigh of relief, and his face slowly returned to normal.

"Nothing to do with you."

"You have to know that he is different from you, he does not belong to this world."

"It's none of your business."

"Is it grace, or love?" The man continued to ask.

"What exactly do you want to ask?" The alcoholic's face was very ugly.

"I just want to know if people who belong to two different worlds are destined not to be together." The man looked down at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, with a very lonely and tangled expression.

The man's anomaly tonight made the alcoholic feel a little strange. He never thought that this man who was neither human nor ghost would ask him such a question in such a sad and helpless tone.

"You came to me to ask me this?"

"..."

Seeing that he ignored it, the alcoholic began to speak tentatively.

"The cat demon next to Jun Moyan is yours?"

The man's hand rubbing the medicine bottle stopped, and he slowly raised his head, looking at the alcoholic, the expression in his eyes gradually changed.

"Cat demon?"

"Don't say you don't know."

"I do know, but how do you know?"

"I ran into it by accident."

"Oh, is that so?" The man looked gloomy and indifferent.

"Yes or no?"

"So what if it is, so what if it's not?" The man bit his sentence very hard, his eyes looking at the drunkard were full of anger and killing intent.

"If so, then what is your purpose of arranging her next to Jun Moyan? To supervise me or to supervise Jun Moyan?" Just as the drunkard finished speaking, a hand made of black air directly grabbed his throat , lifted him up.

The man's angry voice followed.

"Mu Han, don't think that I don't know what you want to ask. You deliberately designed Wen Xiaoai to save someone, and then came to me to verify Wen Xiaoai's identity, and wanted her to help you save someone. Let me tell you, Don’t be smart, do you think that the person you want to save is as simple as cutting off all the meridians? Don’t waste your time, I can tell you very clearly that no one in the world can save him except me. If you dare to save other Mind, I can't get around you."

As the man's emotions became more and more agitated, the invisible big hand that strangled the drunkard's neck was also exerting force and tightening.

The alcoholic's face turned purple, and he couldn't breathe at all. His eyes were blackened and his ears were buzzing because of his brain's severe hypoxia.

His hands subconsciously grasped the big invisible hand on his neck, and his desire to survive kept him trying to break that hand away, but it was all in vain.

Finally, when the alcoholic was about to die, the man withdrew his hand.

Without support, the drunkard fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"Ahem..." He knelt on the ground, supported the ground with one hand, and stroked his neck with the other, coughing non-stop.

"Find a way to give Wen Xiaoai this medicine, one pill a week."

A medicine bottle appeared in front of him, and the man's words followed.

The drunkard looked up at the medicine bottle floating in front of his eyes, still coughing non-stop.

It took him a while to stop his cough, and he said with some difficulty, "...Don't look for me, you are not qualified to ask me to do these things."