The sugar demon puffed out his faces on both sides, does this man still ignore himself?

Why is his temper so big, isn't he just accidentally injured?

Mo Xun still ignored the little guy as always, quietly looking at the book in his hand, but the hand holding the little guy did not let go at all.

This is a small action, and you can see how much this man cares about the sugar demon.

The sugar demon originally wanted to be angry, and then he realized this small action, but now he can only puff out his faces on both sides and stay by his side without saying a word.

"Your father will not blame you for this matter." In the end, the sugar demon didn't ask him why he ignored him.

Instead, he was worried about his personal safety, after all, Mo Xun's action against his brother was big or small.

Although the background of this demon is indeed powerful, it can't be reckless

He was so open-minded that he wanted to destroy his legs

Even the people on the other side of the ink are not allowed to be so bold and reckless to ignore them.

After all, ink is their dignity, and they cut off their hands in front of them.

Undoubtedly, they didn't take them into account, how could they accept this.

Needless to say, it won't even take tomorrow, maybe those old men have already gathered at the emperor to complain.

But looking at the demon so calmly.

The sugar demon wasn't a lot of panic, but he couldn't help but worry.

"These old men want to prank me, and it's not a matter of a day or two."

Mo Xun opened his mouth coldly.

They didn't take this matter to heart, and their impeachment was inevitable.

Even today he gave them a chance to continue to impeach themselves.

Let's go over tomorrow and see what they can do with themselves.

"Are you sure there's nothing going on?" The sugar demon looked at the man with big, wet eyes.

The sugar demon didn't want him to comfort himself, so he said these things.

"Do you no longer believe me?" Mo Xun smiled with a hint of bitterness, does this little guy not believe in himself like this?

The sugar demon looked at the man with this kind of hurt expression again, and puffed out his face on both sides a little unhappily.

"I'm not worried about you, if it's anyone else, I won't ask."

Mo Xun put down the book in his hand, and then quietly held the little guy in his arms, and sighed slowly after a long time.

"You know what I'm most worried about right now."

"What are you most worried about right now?" The sugar demon asked curiously.

"My biggest concern is that your wounds won't heal."

"Will leave a scar here." Mo Xun quietly looked at the wound on the little guy's arm, and felt distressed.

This little guy had sworn to protect himself, but before he could pass by his side, he was injured again.

"It's impossible to leave a scar, even my master can't let me have a scar."

The sugar demon doesn't care too much about these things at all, after all, his master is a ghost doctor.

How should the program go or how to go, that guy has a lot of Yao over there.

"Who is your master? Why don't I know. Mo Xun's brows furrowed slightly.

It seems that I still know too little about this little guy, and I don't even know who her master is, how to protect her in the future.