Black smoke billowed from the back of her head, stained with Wen Xiao’ai’s Blood Talisman, resembling the appearance of something being corroded.
Wen Xiao’ai looked at Wu Zhihan, who was almost turned to ashes by a Ghost-suppressing Talisman, and exclaimed with joy.
However, before she could be happy for two seconds, Wu Zhihan suddenly went berserk and launched an attack on her.
Even though Wen Xiao’ai reacted quickly enough, it was still difficult to withstand Wu Zhihan’s frenzied strike.
Wen Xiao’ai was hit hard and fell from mid-air.
Jun Moyan dashed forward and caught Wen Xiao’ai in his arms before she hit the ground.
The fresh blood from Wen Xiao’ai’s mouth stained Jun Moyan all over.
His white shirt was dyed a large patch of red.
"Xiaoguai." Jun Moyan was flustered and in turmoil.
Wu Zhihan’s roar sounded, and when Jun Moyan looked up, he saw Wu Zhihan, dressed in red, with a fierce pale face, flying toward them. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
Meanwhile, that man hurried towards them at supernatural speed...
The Ghost-suppressing Talisman from earlier had enraged Wu Zhihan.
Wu Zhihan was hell-bent on tearing Wen Xiao’ai apart, and even prepared to eliminate Jun Moyan, whom she had been wary of.
Wu Zhihan instantly appeared in front of Jun Moyan, and her superhuman speed nearly caught him off guard.
He acted in time, blocking Wu Zhihan’s hand as she attempted to pierce Wen Xiao’ai’s nape with her red long nails.
With one hand holding Wen Xiao’ai, after blocking Wu Zhihan with his other hand, he had no spare hand to stop Wu Zhihan’s other hand.
When Wu Zhihan’s other hand was about to strike, without thinking, Jun Moyan turned, switching positions with Wen Xiao’ai in his arms.
Five blood-red long nails, sharp as swords, stabbed hard into Jun Moyan’s back and directly into his body, instantly soaking his clothes with fresh blood.
Jun Moyan groaned, the veins on his temple bulging due to the sudden pain, and his face turned pale.
Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes widened, staring at him blankly.
There was an inappropriate smile on Jun Moyan’s lips, given the situation.
He was happy to shield her from harm.
At least, he wasn’t completely useless.
Seeing Jun Moyan’s whitened face, tears welled up in Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes.
She fought the urge to cry out loud, stepped out of Jun Moyan’s embrace, and swung her hand at Wu Zhihan.
Her palm carried a dazzling purple light that forced Wu Zhihan to retract her hand and retreat.
The moment she withdrew her nails from Jun Moyan’s back, fresh blood spurted out.
Wen Xiao’ai immediately reached out to support the somewhat shaky Jun Moyan.
Seeing the large patch of blood on his back, Wen Xiao’ai cried.
"It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt."
"You’re lying, how could it not hurt."
Wu Zhihan was a vengeful ghost, her nails more damaging than a blade melted in a fire.
Not to mention a stab, even a scratch felt like being corroded by sulfuric acid, piercingly painful.
The man watched Wen Xiao’ai, who was at a loss and crying because of Jun Moyan’s injury, feeling as if his heart had been stabbed several times.
He swallowed all his grievances and unwillingness, bore his own injuries, and attacked Wu Zhihan.
"It really doesn’t hurt, don’t cry." Jun Moyan raised his hand, forced a smile, and wiped away Wen Xiao’ai’s tears.
"I will cut off her hand."
Crying angrily, Wen Xiao’ai flew towards Wu Zhihan.