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"Don't worry, she won't be able to break through this barrier for a while, let's heal our injuries first and then find a way to deal with her later."

The man took the opportunity to divert the subject.

Just sit down cross-legged on the spot, close your eyes and start meditating and pranayama.

"Sister, you should hurry up, I'll help you watch her."

Wen Xiaoai looked at the man who was pranayama with his eyes closed, a little unwilling. But he can only hurry up and heal.

“…… Good. ”

Wen Xiaoai didn't waste any more time, sat down and meditated and breathed.

Fang didn't feel much pain just now, but after sitting down and checking his condition, his whole body hurt.

The young man stayed by Wen Xiaoai's side, watching Wen Xiaoai's situation while paying attention to Wu Zhihan, who was like a madman outside the enchantment.

The enchantment was very calm, and the two sat opposite each other at a distance of about two meters, each meditating and pranayama.

I don't know how long it took, but the eyes under the man's mask, which were more beautiful than peach blossoms, slowly opened.

He was like this, quietly looking at Wen Xiaoai who was sitting opposite.

The gentle gaze looked at every part of Wen Xiaoai's little face and stopped.

There is affection in his eyes.

I hope that from now on, I can always look at you like this.

She didn't even know the tattoos on Jun Moyan's body, it seemed that those people from the cat demon clan protected her very well.

She should have had a good time for hundreds of years.

He sometimes wondered if fate was testing him and Ying'er.

Otherwise, why Ying'er's soul would be just on Wen Xiaoai.

Why did he wait until she fell in love with Jun Moyan to find out that she was the person he had been looking for for thousands of years.

If he hadn't sent her to Jun Moyan, then perhaps, he would have to look for another hundred years, or even a thousand years, before he could find her.

And at that time, she may have married Na Ye Qi as his wife......

It turns out that what Ying'er said is that there is a definite number in the dark, and it is not a lie, but true.

The man saw that Wen Xiaoai was looking at his mind, and suddenly a strong wind struck, approaching his face, the man came back to his senses, and blocked it in time, so as to avoid the end of the mask being shattered.

This face, he can't show her.

Not only her, but no one can look at it.

Wen Xiaoai opened her eyes and saw that the man's mask was still wearing well, and she couldn't help but feel a little deflated.

She is a very curious person, and she wants to take off his mask for this kind of deliberate mystery.

"Are you ugly?"

Wen Xiaoai didn't think that if the other party was really too ugly, so he wore a mask, then how hurtful his words were~

But just looking at this person's posture and temperament, it is impossible for people to associate him with ugliness.

Even if he was dressed in a black robe and wrapped tightly, he couldn't hide the natural temperament.

After all, temperament is a thing that comes out of the bones and can't be hidden.

When the man heard Wen Xiaoai's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

But he smiled red and burst into tears.

The scene of the first meeting with her thousands of years ago appeared in front of me-

At that time, he was bored because of his leisure, and he heard that there was a 10,000-year-old Ziqiong tree planted on the top of the fairy world in the twilight clouds, which bloomed for 500 years and fruited for 1,000 years.

Purple Qiong Fruit helps to practice and improve mana.

So he went.

You think he's going for himself?

Of course not, he is a dignified Demon Venerable, what kind of magic weapon does he want to improve his cultivation? How could you fall in love with the purple qiong fruit that is only a thousand years old.

Even if you look at it, how can you steal it?