For a feeling, the sugar demon has never felt it, his head is blank, and he can't think.

Until Mo Xun's wide and hot palm gently stroked the sugar demon's petite white and tender face.

"I'm coming, don't be afraid."

"You! Who the hell is it! ”

The boss of the man in black was terrified.

Why can he appear quietly beside him, and he doesn't notice it at all.

I didn't even know what was going on, so I was tricked.

Now my body is suddenly clicked by someone, and I can't move generally.

Mo Xun turned a deaf ear and quietly looked at the person in his arms.

By the time the smoke disappeared, the group of black-clothed people had already been cleaned up and beaten to the ground.

One by one, they knelt on the ground in embarrassment.

The hands and feet were twisted in extremely strange postures.

There were pained expressions on their faces, but they didn't hear a single voice of pain.

It's like someone pulling out your tongue.

"I'm late." Hoarse and sexy, the familiar voice that couldn't be more familiar fell.

Mo Xun hugged the little guy's body and said softly.

Seeing the wounds on the little guy's body, his eyes were dark and deep, and his heart ached.

The green tendons in his hands couldn't help but burst out, and his eyes lowered slightly.

His eyes were lowered as if there was the serenity of a storm.

The sugar demon inexplicably felt a sense of grievance.

"You're finally remembering me?!"

The sugar demon sat up aggrievedly and grabbed the man's collar, gritting his teeth.

"You have the ability to come a little earlier!"

Damn, I almost just disappeared into this world.

"I'm sorry!" Mo Xun let this little guy toss on himself.

The sugar demon clenched his fist and smashed it into the damn man in front of him.

His body trembled a lot.

The sugar demon didn't know why he was wronged, and he didn't know why he was so excited.

It's as if a person has borne everything, even if he is facing death, there is no panic and grievance.

But once you meet someone you know, and suddenly you open your mouth to comfort your own people, your emotions are like a flood of uncontrollable venting.

Mo Xun found that the little guy's hand was also injured, and he was even more distressed to circle the sugar demon's gentle hand.

"Don't move, your hand hurts."

Mo Xun's tone of voice was extremely gentle, and he did not deliberately tease the sugar demon on weekdays.

The movement was extremely gentle and held the sugar demon's petite little hand.

Although the wound on the palm of the hand is not very large, it looks extremely shocking, and the ordinary woman has already cried and screamed.

She was the only one who endured it stupidly.

Little fool, won't you be a coquette?

Mo Xun took out a handkerchief from his body and wiped it, and spilled it with the medicine he had brought with him.

The sugar demon thought that he would have to go through the ghost gate again, so he closed his eyes tightly, but found that this medicine was not very painful.

Mo Xun's thick brows were tightly wrinkled together, and they could already trap a fly: "......"

Mo Xun took care of the wounds on his hands, but found that the little guy had wounds of different sizes all over his body.

In particular, the shoulder and abdomen were seriously injured twice.

It was clear that these swords had been pierced.

Mo Xun hurriedly examined the wounds on the little guy's body.

Some emergency treatment was done.

The sugar demon is well-behaved like a cat, nesting motionless in Mo Xun's arms.

Mo Xun's eyes narrowed coldly, looking at the wound on this little guy's body, and the killing intent fluctuations were rampant.