Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1277: Jun Moyan, Don’t Kill Him

"Madam, this is the Netherworld, this is the Soul Suppressing Hall. A thousand years ago, it was the Soul-suppressing Beast that caused you and the Lord to be separated. A thousand years, the Lord waited for you regardless of his soul shattering, he searched for you for a thousand years! How can you return to the Netherworld with it, how can you be with your enemy!"

"Do you truly not remember the Lord at all? The Lord values you more than his own life, he did all this for you! How can you not recognize the Lord, how can you do this to him!"

Wen Xiao’ai’s face was deathly pale, her whole body drenched in cold sweat, and Ye Yin’s accusations whipped at her like a thorned whip, causing her soul and conscience to suffer condemnation.

She could barely support her body with her arms, almost collapsing onto the bed.

"I am not, I am not..."

She fearfully rejected the truth, unwilling to accept it.

"I am not... I am not, I am not Shang Ying, I am Wen Xiao’ai, I am not..." She clutched her aching lower abdomen, tears mixed with sweat streaming down her face.

The three characters Nie Jiuque were like a curse, tightly imprisoning her.

She dared not listen, dared not ask, dared not look, she was so afraid, so terrified, that she did not know how to face Jun Moyan.

Ye Yin’s soul-piercing interrogation was something she simply could not withstand.

"Madam, you’ve lost your memory, you’re mistaken, the one you love is the Lord, not the enemy Soul-suppressing Beast, wake up!"

"No... Jun Moyan is not the enemy, no... sob..."

"Madam... ah!"

A strong burst of spiritual power suddenly appeared, directly sending the kneeling Ye Yin flying, landing heavily on the ground.

Jun Moyan’s figure followed.

"Little Princess."

Feng Liyan rushed to the bedside, helping Wen Xiao’ai sit up, letting her lean in his embrace, then began to feel her pulse.

On the bed, Wen Xiao’ai’s face, soaked in cold sweat and pale with pain, stabbed at Jun Moyan’s eyes.

In extreme anger, he raised his hand, intending to kill Ye Yin, but was stopped by Wen Xiao’ai.

"No."

Jun Moyan’s raised hand froze in mid-air.

He turned his head to look at Wen Xiao’ai.

"Jun Moyan, don’t... don’t kill him, let him go," she spoke weakly, actually pleading with Jun Moyan.

Her expression and tone caused a sharp pain in Jun Moyan’s heart, his raised hand trembling slightly, almost imperceptibly.

She is begging him?

How can she beg him?

Is it because of his identity that she, like others, has begun to fear him?

No, Xiaoguai, you must not fear me.

He would not allow any rift in his feelings with Wen Xiao’ai.

"...Jun Moyan, do not kill him."

Jun Moyan’s jaw tightened, veins bulging at his temple, as if trying hard to restrain the impulse within.

Finally, under Wen Xiao’ai’s gaze, he withdrew his hand.

"See it clearly, she is Wen Xiao’ai, she is my wife. If the Demon Lord dares to act recklessly again, I will ensure that your entire Demon Realm ceases to exist."

Each word was powerful and threatening.

Though the words were directed at Ye Yin, his eyes were on Wen Xiao’ai.

He seemed more like he was explaining something to Wen Xiao’ai.

"Leave."

Ye Yin gritted his teeth, unwilling yet forced to leave.

Jun Moyan quickly approached the bedside, forcibly taking Wen Xiao’ai from Feng Liyan’s embrace into his own.

"What’s wrong with her?" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Jun Moyan asked, wiping the cold sweat from Wen Xiao’ai’s face.

"Her fetus is unstable. She exerted heavy spiritual power today and suffered minor injuries, affecting the fetus. Fortunately, she consumed a lot of Ziqiong Fruit before, the fetus absorbed a lot of spiritual power, so it didn’t result in a miscarriage."