"What are you doing?" Wen Xiaoai asked.

"Put my spiritual power on the bracelet, the ghosts and ghosts in the underworld dare not approach you." Jun Moyan replied.

“Will it protect me and my baby?”

Jun Moyan smiled and looked at her: "Yes, I will definitely protect you and the baby."

"Then I must wear it well, wear it every day, and even take a shower."

Jun Moyan raised his hand and stroked her face, then took care of her head, leaned over, and whispered:

"Xiao Guai, remember, no one should believe this place except me. Be careful with Pluto and the Judge, do you know?"

"They are not yours..."

The subordinate had not been said, but Jun Moyan's eyes had already told her everything.

Wen Xiaoai nodded seriously when he was heartbroken for Junmo and Yan: "I remember that here, I will not trust anyone except you. The baby and I will stay by your side obediently and will not run around."

When Jun Moyan heard her saying "I can't run around", he felt like he was stabbed by a needle.

"……good."

He took her hand and took her to see the flowers.

That was the first time Wen Xiaoai saw Manzhushahua.

Large pieces of dazzling red, each blooming to the most beautiful state, charming and charming.

Compared to the elegant and fresh beauty of the Milky Wave, Manzhu Shahua is the cinnabar mole, which is bloody in the heart, beautiful and soul-stirring, and sensational.

At first glance, it looks like a river of blood.

Strange, yet charming.

Wen Xiaoai didn't like red, but Manzhu Shahua's beauty is really irresistible.

How beautiful it would be to see such a touch of color in this dark and unseen place in the underworld.

"Do you like it?" Jun Moyan handed a handful of Manzhu Shahua to Wen Xiaoai who was stunned.

Wen Xiaoai reached out to hold it in her arms, and nodded repeatedly with a smile.

"I like it, it looks so good."

Manzhushahua blooms on the banks of the Wangchuan River, spreading into the dark fog in the distance.

That day, Jun Moyan walked into the underworld with her back on her back, and she closed her eyes, so she never saw it.

Because of Jun Moyan, the once hustle and bustle of Wangchuan River is so calm that it is not turbulent today.

If there is the scream of ghosts and ghosts, coupled with this large bright red dark flower, I don’t know what kind of scenery it will be.

Wen Xiaoai held a handful of Manzhushahua and squatted down. The bright red manzhushahua reflected a red shadow on her little face.

Jun Moyan followed her and squatted down beside her. Looking at the bright red eyes, he sighed softly: "In the underworld, there is only this color."

Wen Xiaoai looked at him and reached out to hold his big hand.

"Jun Moyan, they are all afraid of you. You must have been bored in the underworld before, right? Didn't you say nothing for ten days and half a month?"

"before?"

Jun Moyan thought about it seriously and then smiled.

"No, I used to be sleeping for fifty years and retreating for fifty years, but I was not idle at all."

He said, pointing to the Wangchuan River not far away, and continued, "I used to sleep there."

Wen Xiaoai looked in the direction of his finger.

"Why don't you sleep in the Soul Town Hall?"

"Because there is Wangchuan and Naihe Bridge here, I can see new ghosts walking through Naihe Bridge every day and hear the confession of the evil ghosts in the Wangchuan River..."

After all, it is because there is no one in the Soul-Suppressing Hall.

And here is not that cold.

Wen Xiaoai tightened his hand.

Jun Moyan looked at her and held her little hand back.

"Xiao Guai, if it weren't for Jun Moyan, I might never know the separation of life and death, and the joys and sorrows."
Chapter completed!