Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Jun Moyan retracted the knife-throwing hand and looked at the pink-white thing on the ground that was quickly being soaked with blood.

And the cat also looked at him at this time.

Four eyes face each other.

Because of the darkness, Jun Moyan's eyesight was blocked, but he still saw the distress in his eyes glowing in the dark environment.

"Meow..."

Its pink-white body was quickly stained red with blood, and even the cry became weaker and weaker.

This soft cat cry directly screamed into Jun Moyan's heart, as if he had been touched, a touch of movement flashed in his indifferent and slightly surprised eyes.

The ghost bends down to pick it up.

"I'll do it." The white robe who came back to his senses had already bent down and picked up the cat that had fallen from the sky.

"Three young masters, let's go." Bai Yi picked up the blood-covered cat, and just wanted to hand the cat to his subordinates.

Jun Moyan spoke.

"give me!"

At this moment, his voice is no longer condensed when he killed the enemy, but it still feels alienated.

Bai Yi looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, and froze for a moment: "San Shao, you don't really hate hairy..."

"Bring it!" Jun Moyan said again, his voice already showing some impatience.

Bai Yi did not dare to say anything, and put the cat into his hand.

His left hand was also stained red with blood, and after receiving the cat, he even soaked its body in red.

His blood is mixed with the blood of the cat.

No one noticed that when his **** palm was stained with the cat's blood, the palm of his palm glowed with a faint purple light...

"Meow..."

Wen Xiaoai whimpered again, but this time it was not because of the injury on his body, but because of the energy contained in this man. The moment she touched her body, it was like a beam of warm sun on her body in winter .

Although this energy is weak, it can relieve some of her pain at the moment, which surprised her.

Wen Xiaoai opened his eyes with some difficulty, trying to see the person's appearance.

And when he saw the man’s face clearly, Wen Xiaoai just wanted to say: "This human being is so beautiful."

It's good to see...not like a human.

Jun Moyan finally saw its eyes this time, the dark blue was as stunning and bright as colored glaze, which made him lose consciousness for a moment.

But before he could take a closer look, the cat had closed its eyes and passed out.

Looking at the cat in a coma in his hand, Jun Moyan frowned, and there was a rare anxiety and worry between his eyes.

"Go into the city right away and find a hospital."

"Yes."

A group of people left in a hurry.

"Wow~" A crow's cry sounded right behind them.

No one noticed that a blood crow that was so dark that it almost blended with the night was standing silently on the branch.

The jewel-like eyes of blood red witnessed all that happened here.

After Jun Moyan and his party left, the blood crow fluttered its wings and flew away from the forest.

It's just that the direction of flight is opposite to them...

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More than an hour later, three uniform black cars stopped in front of the largest hospital in the center of the city.

Almost at the same time the car stopped, Jun Moyan got out of the car with the cat that he had simply bandaged, rushed into the hospital, and left the people in white clothes behind him.

Jun Moyan casually caught a doctor who had just walked out of the operating room. Regardless of the doctor's exhaustion from just finishing an operation, he pointed directly at the cat whose breath was getting weaker and weaker in his arms, and used a commanding tone:

"Fetch it a bullet."