Chapter 659 I Can Help You Save Him

She has died several times, but she still doesn't understand the meaning of death, because for her, not only has she lived long enough, but she can die nine times. Even if her life is gone, she can still be happy in the underworld After all, death is really just a word to her.

Not anymore.

It turns out that seeing the life of the person I like and care about disappearing bit by bit, I will feel so painful, feel so scared and helpless, and even want to die with him...

Wen Xiaoai wiped away the tears on his face indiscriminately, then stood up and stood still beside the bed.

Then he raised his hand to exercise his kung fu, bringing up a purple light.

Opening her mouth, a purple bead that was more beautiful than colored glaze spit out from her mouth.

This purple bead is the inner alchemy that Wen Xiaoai managed to restore with the help of Jun Moyan's energy.

Jun Moyan, the underworld is not fun at all, it is still cold there, there is no me, no green clothes and white clothes, no little tea and Shangguan Yu, and no second brother and grandpa Jun, so you must not go there.

Be sure to wake up.

Wen Xiaoai's inner alchemy came right above Jun Moyan's chest, and she was about to start when suddenly a burst of breath easily broke through the barrier she had set up before, and appeared in the room.

"You don't want to die?!"

The other party's angry voice sounded, and Wen Xiaoai was stopped with a shot.

When Wen Xiaoai saw someone coming, she subconsciously retracted her inner alchemy into her body, and then looked at that person vigilantly.

Hearing what the man said, Wen Xiaoai didn't even think about it, so she opened her mouth and replied, "It's none of your business."

Wen Xiaoai's words undoubtedly hit the most vulnerable part of the man's heart.

Yeah, it's none of his business.

What right does he have to manage her now.

However, he was still unwilling.

"You don't even want your life for him?" He looked at her with red eyes and disbelief.

The tear stains on her face, the swollen eyes from crying, the pale face, the helpless and fearful but guarded eyes, every bit was like a knife piercing his heart fiercely.

"I have a lot of life." Wen Xiaoai didn't want to talk to him, she just wanted to save Jun Moyan.

The big deal is to die again, and it's not like he hasn't died before.

"You save him... do you know who he is?"

The man's voice full of grievances sounded, his slender white fingers under the wide black sleeves pointed at Jun Moyan on the bed, and asked her tremblingly.

"If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude to you."

Now Wen Xiaoai's heart is all on Jun Moyan, and she doesn't want to talk about useless things with this person from the devil world who is neither an enemy nor a friend.

Hearing Wen Xiaoai's murderous words, the man pointed at Jun Moyan's finger, slowly curled up, retracted, and finally hung down weakly.

Now this scene, besides making him feel heartache, is even more funny and endlessly mocking.

If those old stubborn people in the fairy world were here and saw this scene, wouldn't you be so laughing that you couldn't straighten up? Will they all point at him one by one, and then ruthlessly say: self-inflicted evil.

The man closed his eyes slightly, the face under the mask was as pale as paper.

After a while, he spit out a sentence: "I can help you save him."

To Wen Xiaoai, this sentence was like a ray of dawn, but no one would ever know, nor would anyone realize what kind of mood he was in when he said this sentence.

Even when the man said this, he couldn't help laughing himself.

He is laughing at himself, he is admiring himself.

Who did he save? That was his enemy a thousand years ago, and his love rival a thousand years later.

There should be no punishment, it is even more unbearable than this.