Quick Transmigration: The Sick and Delicate Villain Has a Deep Routine

Chapter 8 Shijiu's sickness, reluctantly pretending
When the last note was played, Shi Jiu's fingers were trembling like fallen leaves in the autumn rain.

Sweat was pouring down her face, and her satin-like black hair stuck to her ears wetly.

She bit the tip of her tongue, and the smell of blood like rust filled her mouth.

Shi Jiu swallowed the blood foam in his mouth, he couldn't get sick here, he couldn't...

With so many viewers, once she gets sick, it will ruin Lin Zi's reputation and her impression in Jing Zhi's mind.

Psychotic pianist…

Such a reputation is not good.

The world is spinning, and someone is talking in my ears, and it seems like a group of people talking, like applause, and like the sound of a piano.

Shi Jiu began to play with one hand, and with the other hand, his fingers pinched fiercely in the palm.

Be sober, be calm, be normal.

In the world of black and white, the lines gradually return to form, the appearance of an adult, the appearance of a stage, the appearance of a piano, the appearance of her hands...

Shi Jiu smiled, stood up straight, left the piano, and walked to the center of the stage.

She bit the tip of her tongue with her teeth, the smell of blood filled the air, and exploded on her taste buds, it was both fishy and sweet.

The pain on the tip of her tongue made her consciousness a little clearer.

She lifted the hem of the skirt, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, lifted the hem of the skirt, and bowed gracefully.

There was thunderous applause from the audience, but Shi Jiu didn't even dare to raise his head. After bowing, he walked forward without looking back and left the stage.

She knew that as long as she turned her head, she could see him.But she couldn't do that, especially with a weak mind.

For her, Jingzhi is a deadly poison, the whisper of the devil in her ear.

His every frown and smile can easily arouse the unspeakable desires hidden in her heart.

The mountains rise and stop, the scenery stops.

Shi Jiu clasped his hands and placed them on his lower abdomen.

Her beautiful face was dripping with sweat, her skirt was rippling in the air, and her back was reserved and elegant, confident and calm.

Jing Zhi, who had been watching her figure all the time, saw that the moment Shi Jiu let go of his hand when he left the stage, his palm was blood red.

He frowned slightly, stood up, left the VIP seat, and walked backstage.

After Shi Jiu left the stage, there was continuous applause.

Music is such an existence. Needless to say, a performance that can convey a certain mood is a good performance.

What Shi Jiu conveyed was an almost crazy and suffocating mood.

Like a heavy summer rain, the rain is mixed with the smell of soil and grass.

The dry air became humid, and the wind howled, leaving behind the sound of the wind when it brushed past the ears.

When Jing Zhi heard it, his amber eyes were moist and clear, shining brightly like moonlight, and his coquettish and inhuman face was as ignorant as a teenager, full of doubts.

Want to have, greedy desire...

Every note of the music played at Shijiu is like this, like a rogue child seeing a favorite toy.

Shi Jiu walked quickly to the backstage, his face was completely devoid of blood, with a stiff smile on his face, and he nodded to the staff one by one.

"Miss Lin, this performance is great."

"Miss Lin..."

"Miss Lin..."

No, I'm not Lin Zi, I'm Shi Jiu, none of you know who I am...

Shi Jiu walked into the preparation room, and with trembling fingers, he took out the pocket knife from the pocket of the clothes he wore in the morning.

Frustrated, sad, sad, depressed, and dark emotions opened their mouths to her like a monster from the abyss.

All that could save her from these depressed emotions was pain.

She wanted to see the blood, to see the scene when the silver blade cut through the flesh.

She didn't want to use physical pain to offset mental pain, but she had no choice.

Lin Zi appeared in the air, looking at Shi Jiu in horror. She stood beside Shi Jiu, trying to grab the folding knife, but the blade passed through her hand.

From Lin Zi's point of view, Shi Jiu has now become another person, a patient.

Shi Jiu with a gentle smile, Shi Jiu who escaped with her body, Shi Jiu who told her not to cry, Shi Jiu who promised to avenge her...

That time nine disappeared.

At this time, Shi Jiu's eyes were red, his jet-black hair was scattered over his shoulders, his face was pale and depressed.

In an instant, Lin Zi seemed to see Shi Jiu's soul, as thin as a paper doll, so weak and pitiful.

Shi Jiu leaned his back on the piano stand, and then his body slid to the ground, clutching the jackknife tightly in his hand.

"Are you ill, Shijiu, what should I do? Why are you feeling uncomfortable, Shijiu? Do you want to call the 120 emergency number..." Lin Zi said nervously.

In Shi Jiu's mind, Lin Zi's voice seemed to be knotted, stumbling, and couldn't be heard clearly.

"If you call 120, both of us will go to the psychiatric hospital. I'm sorry, this is the second day we know each other, so you can see how I am sick."

Shi Jiu laughed softly, revealing a hint of self-mockery.

Shi Jiu asked softly: "Lin Zi, can I make a cut in your hand, not much, just one stroke. It's too sad right now..."

Lin Zi looked at the little blood on the corner of Shi Jiu's mouth, and his fingernails scratched the blood on his palm, it would be better to cut him decisively.

The cowardly and cowardly girl didn't know where her courage came from, and she said in a thin and cloudy manner, "You can cut it casually, if it can make you feel better."

"En." Shi Jiu responded, and with a swipe, a section of the jackknife popped out.

The haze between her brows eased slightly, Lin Zi's words seemed to give her a promise, turning on a certain switch.

Shi Jiu picked up the folding knife and pointed it at the palm of his hand with a sharp cut. When he raised the knife and dropped it, the knife shone with blood and blood, and the flesh and blood were ripped open.

Lin Zi panicked and said, "Shijiu, stop scratching, there are blood vessels underneath..."

She felt pain when she saw it.

But Shi Jiu lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Yes, I know."

Shi Jiu frowned, and finally revealed a light smile.

(End of this chapter)