But the moment before his hand was about to touch Wen Xiaoai, he was strangled by another white and vigorous hand.

Even if he knew that Feng Liyan was a member of Wen Xiaoai's tribe, Jun Moyan still refused to allow others to touch Wen Xiaoai, even if he really wanted to offend this person to death.

Feng Liyan pulled back his hand, as if Jun Moyan was dirty.

After pulling it back, he shook it with great disgust, then glared at Jun Moyan fiercely, and gritted his teeth at Wen Xiaoai again and said:

"Immediately! Come down here!"

"Hmph~" Wen Xiaoai twisted her body. She still didn't want to come down after not seeing Jun Moyan for a few days, so she wanted Jun Moyan to hug her.

"Xiao Guai." Jun Mo Yan called Wen Xiaoai lightly and heavily, then hugged Wen Xiaoai and bent down slightly, and put her on the ground.

As soon as Wen Xiaoai got off the ground, Feng Liyan grabbed him and walked towards the sand.

"Feng Liyan, what are you doing?" Wen Xiaoai reluctantly walked with him, and even looked back at Jun Moyan.

Jun Moyan gritted his teeth secretly. Although he was dissatisfied with Feng Liyan touching Wen Xiaoai, he still endured it.

"Qingyi, you go back and rest first."

He said to Qingyi standing behind him.

Qingyi looked at Feng Liyan and nodded: "Then I'll leave first."

After he said that, he turned around and left.

Feng Liyan pulled Wen Xiaoai to the front of the sand, pressed her to the sand and sat down, and then pulled three tissues in a row.

"What are you doing?"

Wen Xiaoai looked at Feng Liyan who soaked a tissue with water and asked strangely.

Feng Li disappeared back, soaked the paper, turned around and pinched Wen Xiaoai's chin with one hand. Regardless of Wen Xiaoai's struggle, he began to wipe her mouth.

While wiping, he kept saying in a disgusting tone:

"It's so dirty, it's so dirty..."

Jun Mo Yan Weihan's words were heard.

Wen Xiaoai was so angry that he slapped Feng Liyan on the arm.

"This is the last time. If you dare to kiss him again, I will cut your mouth... I will cut off that bastard's face." Feng Liyan gritted his teeth.

"You dare!"

"See if I dare, I not only want to cut off his face, but I also want to stew him and feed him to the dog!"

Feng Liyan's last sentence seemed to remind someone something intentionally or unintentionally.

Sure enough, Jun Moyan's face looked a little ugly after hearing this.

Jun Mo Yan calmed down his mind and walked forward.

He first glanced at Feng Liyan, then asked Wen Xiaoai: "Xiao Guai, he is..."

"He is the King of Medicine, I told you before." Wen Xiaoai's mouth was constantly being wiped by Feng Liyan, and his speech was a little vague, but Jun Moyan still heard it clearly.

"The King of Medicine?"

Jun Moyan felt a little shocked, and Feng Liyan's identity was a little unexpected.

He looked at Feng Liyan again, feeling that his mood was so complicated that it could not be described.

He thought this was just a friend Wen Xiaoai was good at playing in the demon world, but he didn't expect that he was the King of Medicine.

At this moment, Jun Moyan really regretted it.

Because he thought of his second brother's legs...

Feng Liyan let go of Wen Xiaoai, threw the tissue in his hand into the trash can very casually, then wrapped his hands around his chest, slightly raised his chin and looked at Jun Moyan with a proud look on his face, and said:

"Yes, I'm the gray cat who was thrown out by you and said that I would stew me and feed me to the dog, and you slapped it on the ground and kicked it out as a ball."

Jun Moyan: “…”

"How is it? Do you want to consider buying a bigger pot now and stew me?"
Chapter completed!