Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"What?" The drunkard looked at him.

"Don't touch it indiscriminately." Jun Moyan glanced at the alcoholic with a warning, and then withdrew his hand.

Looking at Wen Xiaoai again, this look was a little unpleasant.

Wen Xiaoai was unresponsive for a while by his sudden change.

She seemed to have thought of something in the flashlight.

Instead, he immediately retaliated and slapped his paw on the back of the drunkard's hand that hadn't taken it back in the air.

"Meow!" The drunkard shouted unkindly.

Then he covered his two little ears and looked at Jun Moyan, his eyes a little pitiful, as if to say: I promise not to let others touch my ears.

But...you are not allowed to touch it.

"Small thing, it's quite vigorous." The drunkard retracted his hand, but fortunately he didn't scratch him, otherwise he was going to get a vaccine.

"Is there anything else? I'm leaving now."

"Yes." Jun Moyan said, turning around and walking in the direction of the door.

"Meow~" Wen Xiaoai was anxious when he saw that he was leaving.

Why don't you take her? He won't be angry anymore?

The drunkard looked at the back of Jun Moyan on the desk, and Wen Xiaoai eagerly said with a smile:

"Your master has a terrible temper. You see, he ignores you, do you want to consider talking with me? You drink with me every day."

"Meow!"

Wen Xiaoai just wanted to throw the milk bottle on him, but he was a little bit reluctant, and finally grabbed the pen of Jun Moyan's drawing and threw it at him.

Blame you!

If Jun Moyan gets angry and drove her away, or prevents her from sleeping on him, how can she heal her injuries and go home.

As annoying as that annoying guy, huh.

"Okay, don't tease it." Tsing Yi took the alcoholic out of the study.

Passing by Jun Moyan's room, he found that his door was not closed. When I looked in, I just saw Jun Moyan standing on the balcony.

The drunkard walked in with a drink: "What else is there?"

Jun Mo Yan did not reply, but only when the drunkard and Tsing Yi came to him, he asked nonsensical words:

"What color are the crow's eyes?"

The one last night was indeed a crow.

"Huh?" The drunkard was taken aback: "What the hell? Crow? Why did you suddenly talk about Crow?"

"You're not addicted to pets. You don't want to raise a crow if you don't have enough cats? This is not good, crows are not auspicious, and... crows like to eat dead human flesh."

When the drunkard comes to the last sentence, he deliberately is frightening.

But Jun Moyan was indifferent and ignored.

Tsing Yi pulled his clothes and motioned him not to talk nonsense, because he had noticed the few drops of dried blood and a black feather on the balcony.

And what Jun Moyan has been watching is also there.

Did something happen last night?

"Black and brown-black, is there any problem Sanshao?" Tsing Yi replied.

The drunkard curled his lips speechlessly, it was really stupid for Tsing Yi to answer such a boring question.

"Have you ever seen a crow with red eyes?" Jun Moyan kept staring at the drops of blood with his amber-brown eyes.

Through the moonlight last night, he clearly saw that these few drops of blood flowed out of the crow's eyes...

And it was the blood that couldn't bear it after staring at him...

This is really incredible.

"The red-eyed crow..." The drunkard's hand was about to drink, and then he murmured...

"The crow with red eyes?" Tsing Yi was taken aback: "There are a few crows with red eyes, but red eyes shouldn't exist."