Chapter 491 I Want to Go Back to the Yaozu

"Bun? What's wrong with you?"

A pleasant and ethereal voice rang in my ears.

The boy woke up from grief, he turned and looked at Wen Xiaoai who was drinking milk.

Seeing the tears on the boy's face, Wen Xiaoai was startled, almost got up from the sofa again, and was about to run over to ask him what happened.

But luckily she got it under control.

"Baozi, why are you crying?" Wen Xiaoai was still drinking milk with her small mouth, and didn't speak, but her nervous voice reached the boy's ears.

And only teenagers can hear it.

The young man wiped the tears from his face, feeling a little agitated, and just wanted to go up to Wen Xiaoai to ask who that person was, but he didn't dare to do so because of Jun Moyan who was beside Wen Xiaoai.

In the end, he could only stand a little closer and say, "Sister, who was that person just now?"

"Which one?"

"The one in white."

"You mean a drunkard?"

"Drunkard? Is that his name?" The boy frowned.

This name is so strange.

No, he shouldn't be called that.

The name didn't suit him at all.

"It seems to be yeah, everyone calls him that, what's wrong?"

"I, I don't know. When I see him, I feel uncomfortable and panic."

"Uncomfortable? Why is it uncomfortable? Are you afraid of him? You are not afraid, he is not a bad person."

"I don't know, I don't know..." The young man shook his head, his face full of confusion and panic.

Seeing the young man like this, Wen Xiaoai was very worried: "Don't be afraid, come to my sister."

The boy shook his head, not daring to approach.

"Did you know him before?" Wen Xiaoai thought it was impossible after asking.

The drunkard is a human being, and the steamed stuffed bun is a demon, how could they know each other.

"I have no idea……"

"Then, then, don't worry, you go back to the bell first, and we'll talk later in the evening."

"……it is good."

The boy could only go back to the bell.

"Why are you in a daze?"

A big warm hand covered Wen Xiaoai's head.

"what?"

Wen Xiaoai came back to his senses.

"Are you still angry? Why is it weird all morning."

"No." Wen Xiaoai put down the empty milk cup in his hand, looked at Jun Moyan's injured position, and after thinking about it, he said: "Jun Moyan, I'm going to the holy city, I want to go home. "

Jun Moyan's hand covering her head froze. He looked at Wen Xiaoai, but his brain didn't react at all, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

After a while, he said in a daze: "...go home?"

"Well, I want to go back. The people of the Demon Race have been plotting some bad things here. I have to go back and tell the patriarch grandma, and... there is something I haven't told you." Wen Xiaoai and two The little hands were clasped together nervously, not daring to look into Jun Moyan's eyes.

"What's up?"

Jun Moyan stared at Wen Xiaoai, his mind was full of what Wen Xiaoai wanted to go back, and he didn't care about what she said at all.

"that is……"

"Go back to the room and talk." Jun Moyan pulled Wen Xiaoai to stand up.

Wen Xiaoai followed behind Jun Moyan obediently.

"Jun Moyan, don't grab me so tightly, my hand hurts."

Hearing her words, Jun Moyan's grip on her little hand loosened slightly, but still held tightly.

It seemed that Wen Xiaoai was afraid that Wen Xiaoai would run away.

Pulling Wen Xiaoai back to the room, Jun Moyan closed the door and said directly: "I won't let you go back."

"why?"

"I won't let you go."

Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan's solemn expression, and immediately guessed what he was thinking.

"I'm not going to leave you, I'm just telling the patriarch grandma what's going on here, and let them handle it."