Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1275: Wherever You Go, I Go
Jun Moyan heard her voice trembling, heard her teeth chattering, and felt her shivering on his back.
Jun Moyan gently closed his eyes, then opened them, carefully asking back, "Where do you want to go?"
After waiting for quite a while, he heard her hoarse reply, "Wherever Jun Moyan goes, Xiaoguai will go."
Jun Moyan smiled faintly, and his tightened heart relaxed a bit. He looked ahead and said in a negotiating tone, "Then how about we go forward?"
Wen Xiao’ai looked at the Netherworld shrouded in heavy black mist ahead, and then hugged Jun Moyan’s neck again, lying on his back, muffledly responding:
"Okay."
She slowly closed her eyes, not knowing what sad things she thought of, tears continuously falling from the corners of her eyes.
The wet heat on his back, Jun Moyan was burned by her tears, struggled with each step, like walking on the tip of a knife.
"Sir."
The King of the Netherworld, Black and White Impermanence, a dozen Judges, and high-ranking Ghost Generals waited early at the Naihe Bridge.
Feeling Wen Xiao’ai tightening her grasp around his neck, becoming very anxious, Jun Moyan kept walking, directly carrying Wen Xiao’ai away without glancing at them.
The King of the Netherworld and others only dared to see him off respectfully, not daring to complain.
Until Jun Moyan walked far away, everyone dared to rise and lift their heads, exhaling a long breath.
Only the King of the Netherworld, with hidden light in his eyes.
Looking at Jun Moyan’s departing figure, and the now deathly silent Forgetful River, once noisy and turbulent, the crowd glanced at each other.
Yet no one dared to speak casually.
Today’s Netherworld, peaceful like never before in a thousand years, formidable spirits and ghosts did not dare act rashly, each obediently staying away from the Netherworld, hiding in corners, not even a single scream or cry heard.
The peace was unsettling to the Ghost Messengers.
After a thousand years of turmoil, the Netherworld finally found stability.
The Soul Suppressing Hall, closed for a thousand years, was reopened today.
For Jun Moyan, everything was as it always been.
"Issue my order, immediately dispatch Black and White Impermanence with five thousand Ghost Messengers and five thousand Yin Soldiers separately to the other Five Realms, bring back all fleeing spirits, if they resist, scatter them in ashes."
The King of the Netherworld clasped his hands in respect, "Your servant accepts the order."
Jun Moyan caught a glimpse of a white shadow, looking over.
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai coming out from the side hall, standing behind the stone pillar, her pale face gazing at him.
Jun Moyan’s heart tightened.
"The crack from the fierce spirit I will check tomorrow, you may withdraw."
The words were directed at the King of the Netherworld, but his eyes were on Wen Xiao’ai.
"Your servant takes leave." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
The King of the Netherworld bent his body, retreated a few steps, then turned and left.
At the moment of turning, all the respect in his eyes turned into resentment and murderous intent.
Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiao’ai, half concealed behind the stone pillar, sighed softly.
Then he got up, walked over to Wen Xiao’ai.
Standing in front of her, he raised his hand to touch her cheek, asking, "Didn’t I tell you to rest well in the side hall, why did you get up?"
Wen Xiao’ai grabbed his sleeve, her head lowered, murmuring:
"I don’t dare sleep, stay with me."
Hearing her say she’s afraid, Jun Moyan’s heart felt like it was pricked by a needle.
He reached out, held her in his arms, and softly said, "Don’t be afraid, it’s safe here, no one will dare touch you."
"I know, but I’m still scared."
"It’s okay, as long as I’m with you."
Jun Moyan brought her back to the side hall, comforted her to sleep, held her hand tightly, and kept vigil by the bed.
"Sleep, I will guard you."
