Chapter 1237 Jun Moyan, Don't Kill Him

"Ma'am, this is the underworld, this is the Soul Suppressing Palace. A thousand years ago, it was the Suppressing Soul Beast that caused you to be separated from the Lord. Thousand years ago, the Lord waited for you for a thousand years and found you for a thousand years. How could you do that?" Go back to the underworld with it, how can you be with your enemy!"

"Are you really not remembering the lord at all? The lord treats you more than his own life, and he did all this for you! How can you deny the lord? How can you be worthy of the lord by doing this?" host!"

Wen Xiaoai's face was pale, and her whole body was drenched in cold sweat. Ye Yin's accusations were whipping her like a thorn whip, making her soul and conscience condemned.

Her arms supporting her body were almost weak, and she fell prone on the bed.

"I'm not, I'm not..."

She denies it fearfully and repulsively, unwilling to accept such truth.

"I'm not...I'm not, I'm not Shangying, I'm Wen Xiaoai, I'm not..." She clutched her painful belly, tears mixed with sweat flowing down her face.

The word Nie Jiuque was like a curse, tightly imprisoning her.

She didn't dare to listen, ask, or look, she was afraid, she was afraid, so that she didn't know how to face Jun Moyan.

She couldn't bear Yeyin's torture of the soul so directly.

"Ma'am, you have lost your memory, you have misremembered, what you love is the lord, not the enemy soul-suppressing beast, please wake up!"

"No... Jun Moyan is not an enemy, not... woo..."

"Ma'am... ah!"

A powerful spiritual force suddenly appeared, and directly knocked Ye Yin who was kneeling on the ground into the air, hitting the ground heavily.

Jun Moyan's figure then appeared.

"Little princess."

Feng Liyan rushed to the bed, helped Wen Xiaoai sit up, let her lean in his arms, and began to feel her pulse.

Jun Moyan's eyes were reddened by Wen Xiaoai's pale, painful face covered with cold sweat on the bed.

He was so angry that he raised his hand to kill Yeyin, but Wen Xiaoai stopped him.

"don't want."

Jun Moyan's raised hand froze in the air.

He turned to look at Wen Xiaoai.

"Jun Moyan, don't... don't kill him, let him go." She spoke weakly, begging Jun Moyan.

Her eyes and tone made Jun Moyan's heart ache, and her raised hand trembled undetectably.

She is begging him?

How could she beg him?

Was it because of his identity that she was as afraid of him as those people?

No, baby, you can't be afraid of me.

He didn't allow any gap in his relationship with Wen Xiaoai.

"...Jun Moyan, don't kill him."

Jun Moyan's jaw was tense, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, as if he was trying his best to restrain his inner impulse.

In the end, she stopped under Wen Xiaoai's gaze.

"See it clearly, she is Wen Xiaoai, the wife of this seat, if the devil dares to have the slightest thought of death, this seat will definitely make your entire demon world disappear, return, exist, and exist."

Every word and sentence is loud and full of murderous intent.

The words were spoken to Yeyin, but Wen Xiaoai's eyes were on Wen Xiaoai.

It looked more like explaining something to Wen Xiaoai.

"roll."

Yeyin gritted her teeth, feeling unwilling, but still had no choice but to leave.

Jun Moyan quickly came to the bed, and forcefully helped Wen Xiaoai who was lying in Feng Liyan's arms into his arms.

"What's up with her?"

Jun Moyan asked, wiping the cold sweat off Wen Xiaoai's face.

"Her fetal position is unstable. She used a lot of spiritual power today, and she was slightly injured, and her fetus moved. Fortunately, she took a lot of Ziqiong fruit before, and the fetus absorbed a lot of spiritual power, so that it would not cause a slippery tire."