Chapter 635 Jun Moyan Is Injured

Puffs of black smoke came out of the back of her head that was stained with Wen Xiaoai's blood charm, as if something had been corroded.

"it works."

Wen Xiaoai looked at Wu Zhihan, who was almost wiped out by a ghost-suppressing talisman, and cried out with joy.

However, before she was happy for two seconds, Wu Zhihan suddenly attacked her like crazy.

Even though Wen Xiaoai reacted quickly enough, it was still difficult to resist Wu Zhihan's crazy blow.

Wen Xiaoai was hit hard by her and fell from mid-air.

"Little boy."

"Yinger."

Jun Moyan rushed forward, and firmly held Wen Xiaoai, who was about to fall to the ground, into his arms.

"Little boy."

The blood spat out from Wen Xiaoai's mouth stained Jun Moyan all over.

His white shirt was stained red.

"Little boy." Jun Moyan was flustered.

"what……"

Wu Zhihan's roar sounded, and Jun Moyan raised his eyes, only to see Wu Zhihan in red, with a hideous pale face, flying towards them.

And that man is also rushing towards here at a fast speed...

Just now, Wen Xiaoai enraged Wu Zhihan when he suppressed ghost charms.

At this moment, Wu Zhihan wanted to tear Wen Xiaoai apart, and even Jun Moyan, who had been jealous just now, was going to get rid of him together.

Wu Zhihan was in front of Jun Moyan in an instant, and Jun Moyan was almost unable to react at such a superhuman speed.

He shot in time and blocked Wu Zhihan's hand that wanted to stab Wen Xiaoai's long red nails into the back of Wen Xiaoai's neck.

He held Wen Xiaoai with one arm, and after blocking Wu Zhihan with this hand, he didn't have any extra hands to block Wu Zhihan's other hand.

When Wu Zhihan's other hand was about to fall, Jun Moyan almost didn't think about it, and turned around while holding Wen Xiaoai, switching places with her.

Five blood-red long nails pierced Jun Moyan's back fiercely like sharp swords, piercing directly into his body, and the blood instantly stained his clothes red.

Jun Moyan snorted, the veins on his forehead swelled due to the sudden pain, and his face turned pale.

"Jun Moyan."

Wen Xiaoai's eyes widened and she looked at him stupidly.

"……fine."

There was a smile on the corner of Jun Moyan's mouth that didn't suit the current situation.

He was very happy to protect her from injury.

At least, he's not that useless.

"Jun Moyan..."

Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan's pale face, and tears welled up.

Resisting the urge to cry, she came out of Jun Moyan's arms and swung at Wu Zhihan.

There was a dazzling purple light in the palm of his hand, and the purple light forced Wu Zhihan to withdraw his hand and step back.

The moment she pulled her nails back from Jun Moyan's back, blood spurted out.

"Jun Moyan."

Wen Xiaoai immediately reached out to support Jun Moyan who was shaking a bit.

Looking at the large bloodstain on his back, Wen Xiaoai cried.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

"You lied, how could it not hurt."

Wu Zhihan is a fierce ghost, her nails are more harmful than a sword thrown into the fire and melted.

Not to mention being stabbed, even if it was scratched, it was like being corroded with sulfuric acid, and it hurt so badly.

The man looked at Wen Xiaoai who was crying helplessly because of Jun Moyan's injury, and his heart seemed to have been stabbed several times with a knife.

He swallowed his stomach full of grievances and unwillingness, and attacked Wu Zhihan with his wounds all over his body.

"It really doesn't hurt, don't cry." Jun Moyan raised his hand, smiled, and wiped Wen Xiaoai's tears.

"I'm going to cut off her hand."

Wen Xiaoai cried and shouted angrily, and flew towards Wu Zhihan.