The drunkard saw that the man had not spoken, and it was a little strange.

"Are you okay?"

The man who was wrapped in black gas slowly turned around, raised his eyes to look at Mu Han, opened his mouth, and asked a question that surprised the drunkard: "Why do you insist on saving him?" ”

The drunkard was stunned for a moment, some didn't react that he would suddenly ask such a question, and there was a bad premonition in his heart, the drunkard frowned, his expression was a little nervous and excited, and he unconsciously stepped forward: "Is he ......?"

"It's not."

Hearing his words, the drunkard breathed a sigh of relief, and his face slowly returned to normal.

"It's none of your business."

"You have to know that he is different from you, that he is not of this world."

"You don't have to worry about it."

"Is it grace, or is it love?" The man continued.

"What the hell are you trying to ask?" The drunkard's face was very unsightly.

"I just want to know if people who belong to two different worlds are destined not to be together." The man lowered his eyes and looked at the small porcelain vase in his hand, looking very lonely and entangled.

The man's abnormality tonight made the drunkard a little strange, and he never thought that this man who was not a human or a ghost would ask him such a question in such a sad and helpless tone.

"You came to me to ask me this?"

“……”

Seeing that he ignored him, the drunkard began to speak tentatively.

"The cat demon next to Jun Mo Yan, but it's your person?"

The man's hand rubbing the medicine bottle paused, and he slowly raised his head and looked at the drunkard, the look in his eyes gradually changing.

"Cat demon?"

"Don't say you don't know."

"I do know, but how do you know?"

"Inadvertently bumped into it."

"Oh~ really?" The man's expression was gloomy and indifferent.

"Yes or no?"

"Yes and what, and what is not?" The man's words were extremely heavy, and the drunkard's eyes were full of anger and murderous intent.

"If so, then what is your purpose in arranging her by Jun Moyan's side? Supervise me or Jun Moyan? As soon as the drunkard finished speaking, a hand formed by the condensation of black qi directly grabbed his throat and lifted him up.

The man's angry voice rang out.

"Mu Han, don't think that I don't know what you want to ask, you deliberately designed Wen Xiaoai to save people, and came to me to verify Wen Xiaoai's identity, and wanted her to help you save people. Let me tell you, don't be smart, you think that the person you want to save is just as simple as having all the meridians cut off? Don't bother thinking in vain, I can tell you very clearly, no one in the world can save him except me, if you dare to have other thoughts, I can't get around you. ”

As the man's emotions became more and more excited, the invisible big hand that strangled the drunkard's neck was also constantly exerting force and tightening.

The drunkard's face turned purple and red, he couldn't breathe at all, his eyes were black with a severe lack of oxygen in his brain, and his ears were buzzing.

Both hands subconsciously grasped the invisible big hand on his neck, and the desire to survive made him keep trying to break that hand, but it was only in vain.

Finally, when the drunkard was about to die, the man withdrew his hand.

Without support, the drunkard fell directly to the ground in embarrassment.

"Ahem......" He knelt on the ground, supported the ground with one hand, and caressed his neck with the other, coughing non-stop.

"Find a way to give Wen Xiaoai this medicine, one pill a week."

A medicine bottle appeared in front of him, and the man's words rang out.

The drunkard raised his eyes and looked at the medicine bottle floating in front of him, still coughing.

After a while, he stopped coughing, relieved himself, and spoke with some difficulty: "...... Don't look for me, you're not qualified to make me do this. ”