Looking at Mo Zhai'an who fainted trying to protect him, Ji Wuwu's eyes were dark.
He leaned over and slowly withdrew his own Zixiao Demon bloodline from Mo Zhai'an's body. Then, he deliberately let a trace of pure demonic energy linger between his fingers.
Mo Zhai An woke up leisurely, and what caught his eyes was this purple-black aura that symbolized ominousness and destruction. His pupils shrank and he instantly looked at Ji Wuwang.
Ji Wuwang waited silently for his trial. Fear? Disgust? Or the awe-inspiring way of slaying demons and defending the way?
The coldness and murderous intent in his heart quietly grew along with this silence.
However, the next second, Mo Zhai'an suddenly rushed over, grabbed his wrist wrapped in demonic energy, and tried to draw the deadly demonic energy to himself!
"What are you doing!?" Ji Wuhua was shocked. He instinctively suppressed the restless demonic energy and clasped the opponent's wrist with his backhand to stop his self-destructive behavior.
Mo Zhai'an's face turned pale, but he stubbornly refused to let go, his voice urgent: "You can't keep this thing on you! It will harm you!"
None of the reactions expected.
Only this "fool" who is desperate for his life is afraid that he will "become a devil".
All the cold temptations and hard calculations were opened at this moment by this action that was completely beyond expectations and so hot and reckless.
Ji Wuwang looked at the pure fear and protective desire in the other person's eyes, and his heart that had always been hanging above the abyss suddenly came to a standstill.
He tightened his fingers slightly and held the wrist more tightly.
——He took back the reins that controlled him and held out a knife that could kill him.
——But he used this knife to cut off all suspicions and ran into his arms without hesitation.
Intention: Use your body as a boat to ferry him out of the abyss.