You look so beautiful when you cry [Quick Transmigration]

The night was heavy.

Dark clouds cover the moon.

There was no sound in the house, and those people had their throats slit before they could even make a sound.

The smell of blood was disgusting, and the ground was stained bright red.

The man in black stood in the middle of the yard, looking down at the ground, accustomed to the killing behind him.

The internal strength of many years of practice allowed him to clearly hear the sound of flesh being cut by a sharp blade.

He listened with a blank face, his eyes were empty.

Finally, all the voices stopped.

"My lord," the killers knelt behind him, wearing the same black clothes as him, with a hoarse voice, "it's over."

He raised his head, without any expression on his face, like an exquisite doll, "something."

One of them presented the blood-stained jade pendant.

The moonlight flooded the world again, he looked down at the jade pendant, and said in a deep voice.

"Go back upstairs."

"Yes."

The killers dispersed quickly, like a flock of crows, and returned to their nests.

In Jinxiu Tower, there is another world.

The veil dances with the wind, mixed with a strange fragrance, and whispers softly from time to time, just like the land of beauties.

Over the years, Han Jing's face has not changed at all, as if time has been frozen on his body, he is still so handsome that he is obsessed.He was resting on the lap of a little slave, with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.A young man in red gauze fanned him, his eyes full of fascination.

The man in black jumped into the room from the window, knelt down beside Han Jing, and presented the blood-stained jade pendant with both hands.

The smell of blood was heavy, Xiao Nu's body was stiff, and the young master fanning the fan didn't dare to look directly at the man in black, his face turned pale with fright.

"I'm back." Han Jing said lazily with his eyes closed.

The man in black did not speak, and placed a blood-stained jade pendant in his hands.

Han Jing opened his eyes and smiled at the man, "It's been so many years, and you still can't speak, huh?"

The man in black opened his mouth expressionlessly, calling out that shameful title.

"Master, the things are here."

Han Jing's smile was even brighter. He propped himself up sideways, raised his hand to pick up the jade pendant, and tilted his head to look at it.

"Suddenly I don't think it looks very good."

Saying so, he casually threw the jade pendant aside.

For this jade pendant, more than ten lives disappeared.

The man in black lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Ah, it's dirty." Han Jing looked at the blood on his hands and said suddenly.

The young master who fanned him before immediately understood, took out a soft handkerchief, and gently wiped Han Jing's hands.

Han Jing passed his hand in his direction, but turned sharply, and put it in front of the man in black.

"Moxi, shouldn't you clean up for the master?"

Mo Xi's expression did not fluctuate, no humiliation and resentment were seen, he slightly raised his eyes to see Han Jing's smile, and the blood-stained hand was put to his lips.

He knew what the owner of Jinxiu Building wanted to do.

All the emotions were suppressed in the bottom of my heart, and the expression on my face did not change at all.

Little by little, he licked away the blood with his soft tongue. Moxi was like a killing machine whose feelings had been wiped out, and every word and deed followed the wishes of its master.

Han Jing narrowed his eyes happily, withdrew his hand, and put it in front of the young man holding the soft handkerchief.

The corner of the young master's mouth curled up, and he wiped Han Jing's hand flatteringly.

Although not strict, this move seemed to despise Moxi dirty.

"Get down." Han Jing lay back on Xiao Nu's lap, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Mo Xi stood up slowly, jumped out of the window, and hid in the darkness again.

When his figure disappeared, Han Jing, who was pillowed on Xiao Nu's lap, suddenly burst out laughing.

The low laughter was a bit weird and distorted, and the young master couldn't help being silent.

"When I grow up, it becomes more and more difficult to cry." Han Jing said with a smile, his expression seemed pampered and helpless, but when compared with the reality, he showed a little horror.

Qiaoxiao Qianyu, whispering coquettishly, mixed with a few intoxicating love words.

The young master in white gauze plucked the strings, and the guests' eyes drifted over him from time to time with his delicate facial features.

The son's figure has not yet bloomed, like a flower that is about to bloom.

The corners of his mouth curled up, a mask-like smile without any sincerity.

A customer clamored to buy him, but the older steward replied with a smile, "Master Yu didn't accept the rain and dew, but he is unparalleled. Those who like Mr. Yu, come to Jinxiu Building tomorrow, and the one with the highest price will get it."

The author has something to say:

Su Qiao (smiling): There are already six chapters in this week's play, why I haven't appeared yet.

Author: Put the knife down!Arrangements for the next chapter!

Han Jing (pouring ink): Ah, my beautiful little white flower, quickly be dyed black by me...

Mo Xi (staring): You really grew up eating perverts.

Author: Hmm~ I've grown up~ The next chapter continues~ How will our ruthless Mo Xi treat the gentle and kind Han Jing and the cute and pure Su Qiao~