my villain is too cute

Chapter 755 The Master of No Thought (61)

Looking at the young man's pale face, Nan Jing knew what he was thinking of, and the corners of his lips became more and more curved.

The gentle smile was gradually stained with viciousness, it was the one who tore off the perfect face, a rotten and smelly devil.

[Drip, darkness value...]

Before the data of the darkness value was confirmed, Han Jin who was waiting at the door had already entered the house.

Han Jin stood in front of the boy, covering his ears with both hands.

"Don't listen," she said.

Nan Jing looked at the two of them, with a hint of malice in his eyes, he said in a soft voice, "Do you remember? You told me..."

Han Jin turned his head to look at him, his eyes were cold, "Shut up."

Those pitch-black eyes were like a bottomless ancient pool, filled with ruthless indifference.

"It was you who told me that as long as I learned that exercise..." Nan Jing continued, "No one will bully me anymore. It was Nian Zhu who told my brother..."

"boom--"

He didn't see any movement from the woman, and in the next second, Nan Jing, who was leaning against the wall, collapsed on the bed with a pale complexion.

He clutched his heart that seemed to be broken, and his scarlet lips that vomited blood moved.

Han Jin frowned, already ready to kill the person directly, his hands were tightly clenched.

Nian Zhu looked at Nan Jing with dark eyes, and listened to what he said word by word.

"Nianzhu! It's because of you, because of your family that you suffered this..."

Nan Jing's face was pale, but he couldn't hide the vicious smile on his face, he just looked at Nian Zhu like this.

Nianzhu's eyes were dark, his skin was abnormally pale, and his bright red lips made him look extremely fragile.

"no……"

Nian Zhu was very light, and spoke very lightly.

It's not because of him.

As Nianzhu said this, his heart felt as if he had fallen into a cold abyss, and the nerves in his brain were about to explode. It seemed to be in pain and numb.

Nian Zhu tightly held Han Jin's hand, as if grasping the last straw.

Han Jin looked at Nan Jing who had fainted, and led Nian Zhu out of the room.

In the dim corridor outside the door, the oil lamps on both sides flickered, exuding a somewhat pungent smell.

Nian Zhu rested his head on Han Jin's shoulder, and his red dress turned dark in the dimly lit corridor.

The blue hair like a waterfall was loosely scattered behind his head, his light white hands were tightly clutching the clothes on both sides of Han Jin's waist, and his fingertips showed some abnormal paleness.

Han Jin pursed the corners of her lips, an incomprehensible bewilderment flashed in her eyes, she put her hand behind the boy's head, and patted it stiffly.

In the darkness, the boy's eyelashes were wet, and a little crystal dripped from the corners of his eyes.

"Pa-ta-" hit the ground.

Han Jin's figure froze for a moment, she stretched out her hand, and hugged the boy in her arms.

Nianzhu buried his face in her shoulder, tears soaked her clothes quickly.

He clutched Han Jin's clothes tightly, and let out a muffled cry, accompanied by despair.

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Han Jin twisted the corners of the quilt for Nian Zhu, squatted beside the bed and looked at his fragile and pale face.

She leaned over and kissed his dry lips, sucked a little, and stood up again, her lips had returned to tender red.

At any rate, he looks a little better.

Han Jin pinched his face and murmured, "Little ancestor."
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When I opened my eyes, there was a dark roof above my head, and I could catch a glimpse of a dim yellow light from the corner of my eye.

The smell of poor-quality oil lamps spread in the small room.

The snow outside may have begun to melt, and the sound of ticking outside can be heard through the non-soundproof door.

There is boundless silence and darkness, and there is a strange meaning of death in the air.

Nan Jing just looked at the top of his head, this should still be that room.

He was lying on the bed, he could feel the pain in his internal organs, but he couldn't move at all, except for his eyes.

(End of this chapter)