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Chapter 504 I Want to Return to the Demon Clan

Chapter 504: Chapter 504 I Want to Return to the Demon Clan

"Bun? What’s wrong with you?"

A pleasing, ethereal voice rang in his ears.

The youth awoke from his sorrow and turned to look at Wen Xiao’ai, who was drinking milk.

Wen Xiao’ai, seeing the tears on the youth’s face, was shocked and almost stood up from the sofa again, ready to run over and ask what had happened.

But fortunately, she restrained herself.

"Bun, why are you crying?" Wen Xiao’ai’s lips were still sipping the milk, she didn’t speak aloud, but her anxious voice made its way into the youth’s ears.

And he was the only one who could hear it.

The youth wiped the tears from his face, his emotions somewhat agitated, and just as he wanted to step forward to ask Wen Xiao’ai who that person was, he didn’t dare to approach due to Jun Moyan being by her side.

Ultimately, he could only step a bit closer and say, "Sister, who was that person just now?"

"Which one?"

"The one in white clothes."

"You mean the Drunkard?"

"Drunkard? Is that his name?" The youth frowned.

That name felt so unfamiliar.

No, it shouldn’t be his name.

It didn’t suit him at all.

"Seems so, yes, everyone calls him that, what about it?"

"I, I don’t know, my heart feels heavy and stifled when I see him."

"Feel bad? Why do you feel bad? Are you afraid of him? Don’t be afraid, he’s not a bad person."

"I don’t know, I just don’t know..." The youth shook his head, his face a portrait of confusion and panic.

Seeing the youth like this, Wen Xiao’ai was quite worried, "Don’t be afraid. Come over to your sister."

The youth shook his head, not daring to come closer.

"Did you know him before?" Wen Xiao’ai herself found the question implausible as soon as it left her mouth.

The Drunkard was a human; Bun was a demon. How could they possibly know each other?

"I don’t know..."

"Then, then, don’t worry, go back to the bell for now, and we’ll talk about it tonight."

"...Okay."

The youth could only return to the bell.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

A warm, large hand settled upon Wen Xiao’ai’s head.

"Ah?"

Wen Xiao’ai came back to her senses.

"Still angry? Why have you been acting so oddly this morning?"

"No," Wen Xiao’ai put down the empty milk cup she held and looked at Jun Moyan’s wounded spot. After thinking for a moment, she still said, "Jun Moyan, I want to go to the Holy City. I need to go home."

Jun Moyan’s hand, resting on her head, froze. He looked at Wen Xiao’ai, and his mind didn’t seem to react, as if he couldn’t believe what he had heard.

After a while, he finally spoke blankly, "...Go home?"

"Yeah, I need to go back. The Demon Clan has been up to something around here, plotting some evil scheme, and I have to inform Clan Leader Grandma about it, and... there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you." Wen Xiao’ai’s hands nervously twisted together, and she didn’t dare to meet Jun Moyan’s eyes any longer.

"What is it?"

Jun Moyan watched Wen Xiao’ai closely, his mind preoccupied with her intending to leave. He wasn’t really concerned about what she was about to say.

"It’s just..."

"Let’s talk in the room." Jun Moyan pulled Wen Xiao’ai to her feet.

Wen Xiao’ai obediently followed behind Jun Moyan.

"Jun Moyan, don’t grip me so tightly, my hand hurts."

Hearing her words, Jun Moyan’s grip on her small hand relaxed slightly, but he still held on firmly.

As if he was afraid that Wen Xiao’ai would run away.

Having led Wen Xiao’ai back to the room, Jun Moyan closed the door and stated flatly, "I won’t allow you to go back."

"Why?"

"I won’t allow you to leave."

Wen Xiao’ai, observing the gravity on Jun Moyan’s face, immediately guessed what was on his mind.

"I’m not trying to leave you, I just need to inform Clan Leader Grandma about what’s going on here so they can deal with it."