But the moment before his hand was about to touch Wen Xiaoai, he was choked by another white and strong hand.

Even if he knew that Feng Liyan was Wen Xiaoai's clansman, Jun Moyan still didn't allow others to touch Wen Xiaoai, not at all, even if he really wanted to offend this person to death.

Feng Liyan withdrew his hand, as if Jun Moyan was something dirty.

After withdrawing back, he shook it off with great disgust, then glared at Jun Moyan fiercely, and gritted his teeth at Wen Xiaoai again:

"Immediately! Right away! Give me down! ”

"Hmph~" Wen Xiaoai twisted her body, she still didn't want to come down after not seeing Jun Moyan for a few days, so she wanted Jun Moyan to hug her.

"Little girl." Jun Mo Yan called Wen Xiaoai lightly, and then hugged Wen Xiaoai and bent down slightly and put her on the ground.

As soon as Wen Xiaoai got off the ground, she was grabbed by the wind and walked to the sofa.

"Feng Liyan, what are you doing?" Wen Xiaoai reluctantly followed him, and looked back at Jun Moyan.

Jun Moyan secretly gritted his teeth, although he was dissatisfied with Feng Li's annihilation of Wen Xiaoai, he still endured it.

"Tsing Yi, you go back and rest first."

He said to Tsing Yi, who was standing behind him.

Tsing Yi looked at Feng Liyan, and then nodded: "Then I'll go first." ”

He turned and left.

Feng Liyan pulled Wen Xiaoai to the sofa, pressed her to sit on the sofa, and then pulled three tissues in a row.

"What are you doing?"

Wen Xiaoai looked at the wind dripping with water and soaked the paper towel, and asked strangely.

After soaking the paper, he turned around and pinched Wen Xiaoai's chin with one hand, and began to wipe her mouth despite Wen Xiaoai's struggle.

While wiping it back, he kept saying in a disgusted and disgusting tone:

"Dirty, dirty, dirty......"

Jun Mo Yan, who heard Feng Liyan's words, slightly coldened.

Wen Xiaoai was so angry that she slapped Feng Liyan's arm.

"This is the last time, if you dare to kiss him again, I will put you in the mouth...... I'm going to cut off that bastard's face. Feng Liyan gritted his teeth.

"You dare!"

"Do you see if I dare, not only do I have to cut off his face, but I also have to stew him and feed him to the dogs!"

Feng Liyan's last sentence seemed to remind someone, intentionally or unintentionally.

Sure enough, Jun Moyan's face was a little ugly after hearing this.

Jun Mo Yan gathered his thoughts, and then stepped forward.

He first glanced at Feng Liyan, and then asked Wen Xiaoai: "Little girl, ...... is he?"

"He's the Medicine King, I told you before." Wen Xiaoai's mouth was constantly rubbing against the wind, and her speech was a little slurred, but Jun Moyan still heard it clearly.

"Medicine King?"

Jun Moyan's heart was slightly shocked, and his identity was a little unexpected.

He looked at the wind again, only to feel that his mood was too complicated to describe at the moment.

He also thought that this was just a little friend of Wen Xiaoai who played better in the demon world, but he didn't want to be the king of medicine.

At this moment, Jun Moyan really regretted it.

Because he thought of the second brother's legs......

Feng Liyan let go of Wen Xiaoai, threw the tissue in his hand into the trash can very chicly, then put his hands around his chest, raised his chin slightly and looked at Jun Moyan with a proud face, and said:

"That's right, I'm the gray cat that you threw out, and said you were going to stew me and feed it to the dog, and you slapped me on the ground and kicked it out as a ball."

Jun Moyan: "......"

"Well, would you like to consider buying a bigger pot to stew me now?"

Jun Moyan: "......"