You look so beautiful when you cry [Quick Transmigration]

【Ding!Mission completion has reached 80%]

[Supplementary plot released. 】

Before the physical tears in Mo Xi's eyes fell, he was dumbfounded on the spot.

The system in my head is still chattering.

Take home.

deceive.

joint.

Mo Xi looked at Han Jing blankly.

In the mist, the face distorted into another appearance.

It turned out to be the case.

Himekawa is not dead.

He is...Han Jing.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

When Mo Xi opened his mouth, what came out was a series of out of tune laughter.

it is ridiculous.

Mo Xi thought about his sympathy and indignation towards Himekawa.

In Han Jing's eyes, the self at that time looked like a joke.

What am I doing wrong.

One by one, teasing me for a fool.

Mo Xi got off the bed barefoot.

His legs trembled slightly, but he straightened his back.

Han Jing frowned, waved at him, and said like calling a pet, "Come here."

If it was before, Mo Xi would definitely feel humiliated.

However, at this time, for some reason, he didn't feel the slightest disturbance in his heart.

It's like being isolated in a small world.

Mo Xi looked around blankly.

In the bronze mirror, he saw his own face.

The lips are broken and bright red, the corners of the eyes are tear-stained, thin and pale...

Like a newly pampered whore.

Mo Xi lowered his head and saw the flower hairpin on Su Qiao's head.

So beautiful.

He ran over with small steps, pulled out the hairpin, walked to the bronze mirror, and compared it to his own hair, as if he didn't know how to wear it.

Han Jing looked at Mo Xi, who was obviously abnormal, but felt better.

He walked over and rushed into Moxi from behind.

"Like it."

"I like it." Mo Xi replied, letting Han Jing tie up her hair, and then decorate it with gorgeous flower hairpins.

"It's Mr. Xiang." Han Jing took the lip balm, tapped a few dabs of red with his fingers, and applied it on Mo Xi's lips.

In an instant, Mo Xi's face was no longer cold, but a little more seductive.

"Sir." Mo Xi didn't hesitate at all, his voice was too clear, completely against harmony.

Han Jingming clearly noticed the abnormality, but chuckled lightly in a good mood, and reached out to untie his belt.

Mo Xi didn't resist at all, he looked at his face in the mirror and asked blankly.

"Is this my face?"

Han Jing tilted his head and kissed his cheek, "It's beautiful."

Mo Xi seemed to understand something, and a look of light lit up in his eyes.

Bewitched by such Mo Xi, Han Jing picked him up and put him on the table.

"Your Majesty, do you still want to burn incense..."

Su Qiao suddenly spoke.

"Get out." Han Jing let go of Mo Xi, turned around and walked to the incense burner, feeling that Su Qiao was an eyesore.

Su Qiao responded respectfully, and then walked out the door.

Han Jing lit the incense, and when he turned his head to look at Mo Xi, he saw only a blood red.

Holding the flower hairpin in his hand, Mo Xi laughed like a victor.

There was a glaring scar on his face.

Start at the temples and work your way to the corners of your mouth.

Huachai was sharp, the wound was deep, and blood was gurgling.

Mo Xi looked at Han Jing, as if he didn't feel any pain, and was still smiling exaggeratedly.

It's all the face's fault.

What Han Jing likes is this face.

Without this face, he is free.

As soon as he raised his hand, there was another injury.

Mo Xi poured all his grievances, anger, hatred, and despair on these wounds.

Han Jing opened his eyes slightly and froze in place.

I don't know how to stop it, I just look at it stupidly.

Watching that person, step by step towards self-destruction.

Spreading redness.

Bloody smell.

Who is this?

This is the son of the Baili family.

This is his moshi.

So tragic, so...beautiful.

The corners of Han Jing's mouth curled up little by little.

The woman who gave birth to him always called him an abnormal monster.

Maybe.

However, Mo Xi was hurting himself for him.

Isn't Moshi like this cute?

Han Jing's eyes were focused. He watched the crystal shatter in front of his eyes, exuding a crimson liquid.

When everything is over, after knowing it, there is a kind of astringent feeling.

Mo Xi had passed out.

The boiling emotion in Han Jing's chest also gradually cooled down.

"Su Qiao."

Su Qiao walked into the room silently, with her head down, unable to see clearly.

"Pack up."

In response, Su Qiao spoke softly, implying excitement.

"The wound on Master's face..."

Han Jing turned his back and thought to himself.

I can't get enough of the beauty.

He licked his lips expectantly, and Han Jing couldn't restrain his excitement.

After healed his face, Moxi must be willing to ruin it again for himself.

Thinking about such a cruel and twisted thing, Han Jing's voice was indifferent.

"Heal."

Having said that, Han Jing walked out of the room slowly without looking at Mo Xi again.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would not be able to help doing more excessive things to Mo Xi.

It's just such an attitude, it's just too chilling.

Su Qiao waited quietly until the sound of Han Jing's footsteps disappeared before slowly standing up.

Looking at Moxi's bloody face, he smiled contentedly and sweetly.

His steps were light and light, as if he was stepping on clouds.

Walking to Mo Xi's side, leaning down, Su Qiao's lips touched the wound on Mo Xi's face, stained red with blood.

"Master, look, your face is ruined, His Majesty doesn't like you anymore."

Su Qiao looked at Mo Xi's wounds, and didn't think it was ugly, but it was like eating honey, it was sweet.

"Everyone only looks at the surface... But I'm different, I don't despise you."

Su Qiao's smile is exactly the same as when she was young, innocent and kind.

His breathing became slightly heavy, like a cat in heat, he hugged Mo Xi impatiently, and pushed his things inside despite him still unconscious.

Someone else's stuff is still there, but Su-joo doesn't care.

Because in the future, he will be the only one who can do this kind of thing to the master.

The long-cherished wish came true, Su Qiao narrowed her eyes and whispered in Mo Xi's ear.

"Master, you are mine."

[Mission target Su Qiao happiness value: 100%]

[Task completion: 100%]

【mission completed. 】

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The author has something to say:

Moxi (sharpening the knife): Blackened!Must be blackened!I want to torture that scumbag to death!

Han Jing (excited): Ah, Moxi has turned black, so scary~

Su Qiao (secretly happy): I'm ready, I can eat whatever Mo Xi wants.

Author: Today’s double update~ Don’t hesitate to praise the Lun family~ I forgot to read the previous chapter~cough cough~Moxi in the next life is going to take revenge~Pray for him~Script includes: Cold-blooded and perverted general~Kind and beautiful Singer~Revenge Sick and Beautiful Boy~Minna-san Guess what scripts these three are using~