Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1272: Jun Moyan, It’s Really You
Elder Ye was shocked, his grip tightened, nerves tense, watching the Soul-suppressing Beast warily.
He knew well that today’s Soul-suppressing Beast was not just the beast, but also Jun Moyan.
If he makes a move against Qi’er...
Everyone’s heartstrings were taut, like prisoners awaiting judgment, uneasy, no one dared to speak.
Unexpectedly, in the next moment, the Soul-suppressing Beast took Wen Xiao’ai away right before their eyes.
"Little Princess."
"Xiao’ai."
Elder Ye grabbed Ye Qi, who wanted to chase after her.
"Was that the Soul-suppressing Beast? Hadn’t it been reduced to ashes?" An elder came to his senses, speaking in disbelief.
"Just now... it helped us, but where is it taking the Little Princess?"
"Could it still remember events from a thousand years ago, and is taking the Little Princess, no, Shang Ying back to face judgment?"
"Let’s go find the Lord." Qin Ming and Gua Yue left the Cat Demon Clan with the remaining demon soldiers.
Outside the Medicine King Hall, only a field of corpses was left behind...
At the borders of the Netherworld, the sky was gloomy, and a chilling atmosphere surged, making one shiver involuntarily.
Wen Xiao’ai tilted her little head, looking at the huge beast ten meters away, feeling somewhat intimidated.
A gust of eerie wind made Wen Xiao’ai shiver, her pale little face turned even paler.
"Who... who are you? Why did you bring me here?"
The big creature lowered its head, looking at her.
Wen Xiao’ai pursed her lips, nervously clutching her clothes with her little hands.
"Jun... Jun Moyan? How is Jun Moyan?"
It kept looking at her without replying.
Wen Xiao’ai became anxious, her voice tinged with tears.
"Speak! What did you do to my Jun Moyan?"
A gust of eerie wind blew past, messing up Wen Xiao’ai’s hair, scattering her words, and unsettling her heart.
Recently growing especially sensitive, Wen Xiao’ai’s imagination ran wild, suddenly thinking of a terrifying possibility, she grew frightened, her hand clutching the corner of her dress tightened, confronting the big creature.
She saw the big creature lowering its gaze, seemingly cautious.
Suddenly, her vision blurred, amidst the swirling black mist, Wen Xiao’ai saw the big creature transforming into a human shape.
Not knowing the intent of the transformation, she was startled.
But in the next moment, when Wen Xiao’ai saw the man in a dark robe appearing before her, she was stunned.
"Jun... Jun Moyan?"
Wen Xiao’ai stared incredulously, her eyes wide open, soul-shocked.
Her brain hadn’t caught up yet, but her body reacted instinctively.
"Jun Moyan!"
Without a second’s hesitation, she lifted her dress and ran to him.
She buried herself into Jun Moyan’s embrace, holding him tightly.
Jun Moyan’s heart trembled, he slowly raised his hand and hugged her back.
"Woo woo... Jun Moyan..."
Wen Xiao’ai’s sobs began.
His chest was immediately soaked.
Jun Moyan’s arms uncontrollably tightened, hugging her close, as if trying to merge her into his flesh and blood, coexisting with her.
He closed his eyes, burying his face deep in her neck, inhaling her familiar scent, feeling both startled and joyous, this joy of bittersweet reunion made him almost lose control of his emotions.
"Xiaoguai..."
A familiar and long-lost whisper, voice already hoarse.
Wen Xiao’ai’s emotions erupted, instantly crying uncontrollably.
"Woo woo... Jun Moyan."
"It’s you, it’s really you... woo woo..." Her arms hugging his waist tightened continuously, so much it seemed she could hardly breathe, yet she was unwilling to loosen even a bit.
