Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1332 - 1371: Jun Moyan Storms the Demon Realm to Demand Someone

Chapter 1332: Chapter 1371: Jun Moyan Storms the Demon Realm to Demand Someone

Because there is a barrier outside the Soul Suppressing Hall, Ye Qi couldn’t enter. Just now, he had been comforting himself with the thought that perhaps Wen Xiao’ai was asleep, which was why she hadn’t heard his voice.

But at this moment, Jun Moyan appeared here with a panicked expression, and it was clear that Wen Xiao’ai was not in the hall at all.

A single sentence from Feng Liyan, "The Little Princess is missing," instantly ignited Jun Moyan’s fury and bloodlust.

"Didn’t I tell you to watch over her?!"

"I..."

Only concerned about the situation of the Cat Demon Clan, Feng Liyan was now filled with regret.

He was really unforgivable, how could he leave the pregnant Little Princess alone there?

Jun Moyan had clearly warned him that the Netherworld was not safe either.

The King of the Netherworld was watching like a tiger eyeing its prey, harbored ill intentions, and might even be colluding with Zuo Yan, possibly hiding in the shadows waiting for a chance to harm Wen Xiao’ai.

Blaming Feng Liyan at this time was a complete waste of time; the most urgent thing now was to find Wen Xiao’ai first.

So Jun Moyan flicked his sleeve and turned to leave the Cat Demon Clan.

In just a moment, all the Yin Soldiers of the Netherworld swarmed out, led by Jun Moyan, and began a massive search along the path between the Netherworld and the Demon Realm.

Feng Liyan also couldn’t bother about the situation with the Cat Demon Clan anymore and, together with Ye Qi, along with a group of Cat Demons who could help, went to assist in the search.

Praying that Wen Xiao’ai had gone to check on the Cat Demon Clan because she was worried, maybe she was just delayed on the way back.

In just a few moments, several passages between the two realms had been turned upside down, but there was still no sign of Wen Xiao’ai.

Fear proliferated wildly in his heart, pressing down infinitely, and Jun Moyan began to panic.

The thought of Wen Xiao’ai, heavily pregnant and struggling to move, possibly encountering all sorts of situations, almost sent him into a frenzy.

Demon Realm—

"Crunch."

The mask in the man’s hand turned to powder, trickling like fine sand through his fingers.

Nie Jiuque looked at the powder in his hand and then slowly clenched his fist.

Ye Yin came up with a wooden box in her hands, presenting it to him.

Nie Jiuque glanced over, then reached out and took out the item from the box.

It was a mask.

But it was the mask he often wore a thousand years ago.

The icy touch at his fingertips, Nie Jiuque gently caressed the mask’s contours, the familiar object, stirring his memories...

"So, you look this good."

He still clearly remembered that when he removed this mask, she blushingly said this with a silly expression.

The way she looked at him was like looking at her favorite Ziqiong Fruit.

So full of affection.

Since then, she no longer acted carelessly around him or spoke without restraint.

She started becoming shy, blushing, subtle, bashful, and learned to speak softly like other Immortals.

She would wear prettier dresses, put on more beautiful hairpins, and secretly go out with him to play.

She would gaze at him, lost in thought.

But more often, she would be amused by him, revealing her true nature.

From then on, he knew that she felt different about him.

"Boom—"

Suddenly, several corpses were violently thrown in by a powerful spiritual force, crashing heavily onto the hard floor.

Several demon soldiers spat blood, but without even a cry of pain, they immediately died.

Jun Moyan’s figure then appeared at the entrance of the great hall.

Inside the hall, Moyu and the others saw the visitor, and instantly their nerves tightened.

Jun Moyan slowly raised his eyes, looking towards Nie Jiuque seated high above.

He was not wearing a mask.

That face was no longer resembling the familiar features of Jun Wuchen.

Yet this appearance was not unfamiliar to Jun Moyan.

His thoughts were suddenly pulled back to the battle a thousand years ago.

His heart tightened abruptly.