Puffs of black smoke came out of the back of her head, which was stained with Wen Xiaoai's blood talisman, as if something had been corroded.

"It works."

Wen Xiaoai looked at Wu Zhihan, who was almost wiped out by a ghost suppression talisman, and spoke out with joy.

However, before she could be happy for two seconds, Wu Zhihan suddenly attacked her like crazy.

Even if Wen Xiaoai reacted quickly enough, it was still difficult to resist Wu Zhihan's crazy blow.

Wen Xiaoai was hit hard by her and fell from mid-air.

"Little girl."

"Ying'er."

Jun Moyan rushed forward with an arrow step and took Wen Xiaoai, who was about to fall to the ground, into his arms.

"Little girl."

The blood spit out of Wen Xiaoai's mouth made Jun Mo Yan all over.

His white shirt was stained red.

"Little girl." Jun Mo Yan was flustered.

"Ah......h

Wu Zhihan's roar sounded, Jun Moyan raised his eyes, but saw Wu Zhihan, who was dressed in red, flying towards them with a pale face.

And the man was hurrying to this side......

Fang Cai Wen Xiaoai had a ghost talisman that angered Wu Zhihan.

Wu Zhihan was bent on tearing Wen Xiaoai apart at this time, and even Jun Moyan, who had been afraid of Fang Cai, was ready to get rid of it together.

Wu Zhihan arrived in front of Jun Mo Yan in an instant, and this speed beyond human beings made Jun Mo Yan almost unable to react.

He made a timely move and blocked Wu Zhihan's hand that wanted to pierce the long red nail into the back of Wen Xiaoai's neck.

He put his arm around Wen Xiaoai with one hand, and after blocking Wu Zhihan with this hand, he didn't have an extra hand to block Wu Zhihan's other hand.

When Wu Zhihan's other hand was about to fall, Jun Moyan almost didn't think about it, he turned around with Wen Xiaoai in his arms and switched places with her.

Five long blood-red nails stabbed Jun Moyan's back like sharp swords, directly into his body, and the blood instantly stained his clothes.

Jun Mo snorted, the green tendons in the corners of his forehead swelled because of the sudden pain, and his face turned white.

"Jun Mo Yan."

Wen Xiaoai's eyes widened and she looked at him stupidly.

“…… It's okay. ”

The corners of Jun Moyan's mouth had a smile that was very inappropriate for the current situation.

He was very happy to be able to block her injuries.

At least, he's not so useless.

"Jun Mo Yan ......"

Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan's pale face, and tears welled up.

She resisted the urge to cry, came out of Jun Mo Yan's arms, and slashed at Wu Zhihan with a wave of her hand.

The palm of his hand brought up a dazzling purple light, and the purple light forced Wu Zhihan to withdraw his hand and retreat.

The moment she pulled her nails back from Jun Moyan's back, blood splattered out.

"Jun Mo Yan."

Wen Xiaoai immediately reached out and hugged Jun Moyan, who was a little shaky.

Looking at the large blood stains on his back, Wen Xiaoai cried.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

"You lie, how can it not hurt."

Wu Zhihan is a terrible ghost, and her nails are more damaging than the sword that has been melted into the fire.

Not to mention being stabbed, even if it was scratched, it was like being corroded with sulfuric acid, and it hurt heartily.

The man looked at Wen Xiaoai, who was crying helplessly because of Jun Moyan's injury, and his heart looked like he had been stabbed with a knife a few times.

He swallowed his stomach full of grievances and unwillingness, and attacked Wu Zhihan with a strong injury.

"It really doesn't hurt, don't cry." Jun Moyan raised his hand, pulled out a smile, and wiped his tears for Wen Xiaoai.

"I'm going to cut off her hand."

Wen Xiaoai cried and shouted angrily, and flew towards Wu Zhihan.