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

Chapter 9 Jingzhi finds Shijiu injured
Shi Jiu was no stranger to the feeling of the blade cutting through the flesh, and the blood flowed everywhere, wet the palms of his hands.

The smell of blood was a little pungent, Shi Jiu squinted his eyes, and what he saw was slices of blood red.

There was also Ah Piao who was standing in front of her with a worried face. She asked, "Shijiu, how are you doing now, the wound needs to be bandaged quickly."

She's a big fool, she's here to cheat her soul, why make such a worried look?
No wonder he was fooled by those bastards.

The door of the preparation room was knocked, it was not heavy, it was very clear every time, but it was like a nail driven into Shi Jiu's head, it hurt so badly...

At this time, the world in her eyes was swaying, intertwined with light, only black and white, and the blood-red color in the palm of her hand.

She raised her eyes to look outside the door, and the light outside the corridor reflected a figure in the room, with a tall and straight figure, it was Jing Zhi.

And Lin Zi at the side seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and suddenly disappeared into the air without a sound.

When returning to the preparation room, Shi Jiu took care to lock the door to prevent others from seeing it.

His voice was a little hoarse, and he said in a deep voice: "Lin Zi, are your hands okay? And your foot is broken, is there any discomfort after the performance?"

Jing Zhi paused and stopped talking.

He himself felt that he was a little nagging just now, which did not conform to his usual style of reticence.

She was inside the door, and he was outside the door. If she didn't open the door, he couldn't get in.

Shi Jiu wanted to speak, but his voice seemed to be hoarse, unable to speak.

The ninth, maybe it really wasn't her lucky day...

She let go of the folding knife in her hand, and the moment the tip of the knife touched the floor, there was a sharp and piercing thud.

The silence of the ancient well, the gloomy and hopeless world also opened a hole.

Jing Zhi, who was standing outside the door, heard the voice and subconsciously clenched his hands.

Shi Jiu's dazed eyes gradually became clear, she stood up, and calmly replied: "Wait for me, I will open the door."

After finishing speaking, she staggered and stood up, her figure messy and embarrassed.

Shi Jiu held down her hand, but blood was still gurgling from her palm.

There was scarlet blood on the slender and beautiful fingers, and dark red blood stains on the white floor, which looked shocking and especially terrifying.

Shi Jiu held down his bloody hand, walked towards the dressing room calmly, took out a tissue and pressed his palm.

She unzipped the skirt with clean fingers, took off the skirt of the dress, and changed into her own clothes neatly.

During the years of living in the mental monitoring center, such things often happened.

Shi Jiu is obsessed with cleanliness and doesn't like others to touch her. No matter how much her hand is injured, she still chooses to do many things by herself.

Over time, it is not difficult to change clothes with one hand.

Fortunately, the dress was not stained, otherwise it might be more troublesome.

After Shi Jiu changed her clothes, she took a towel from the changing room and wiped the mottled blood on the floor next to the piano until the floor was so bright that her pale face could be seen.

She folded the towel and put it in the dressing room.

Everything is tidied up, and it only takes 5 minutes.

Shi Jiu gathered his hair and let it loose behind his back, pinning his injured hand behind his back, with a gentle smile on his lips, he opened the door.

Jing Zhi's gaze was very calm, and Shi Jiu was also very calm. They are both good at disguising, and they are also good at seeing through other people's disguises.

Their eyes met, and the light from the corridor shone into the preparation room.

Today is a rainy and snowy day, the clouds are thick, and the room is a little dark.

Jing Zhi stretched out his hand to Shi Jiu, and said flatly, "Your hand is hurt, show me."

His fingers are well-proportioned and beautiful, with well-defined joints, like fine white porcelain, the hands of a violinist.

"My hands are fine." Shi Jiu's lips curled up, and he looked at Jing Zhi without any hesitation in his eyes.

"It's still dripping blood. You don't feel the pain, but your body will." Jing Zhi said softly, facing Shi Jiu's outstretched hand, but still didn't withdraw it.

Shi Jiu suddenly felt sorry, this was indeed not her body, it was Lin Zi's body, but now she was using it as a tool for revenge.

It doesn't matter how much she struggles with her own body, but the body of the task target must be well protected.

Shi Jiu stretched out his hand to Jing Zhi, "Ah, when I was on stage, I was accidentally cut by a blade backstage, and the bleeding has stopped now."

Blade?Why is there such a thing as a blade in the background?

And Shi Jiu, who is a pianist, why did he hurt his vital hand.

Jing Zhi lowered his head, and pulled Shi Jiu's hand that was shrunk by his side, he pursed his lips, the moment he touched her hand, he felt that Shi Jiu's palm was still bleeding.

The wound was recent, the color of the blood was still bright, and there was no sign of the body healing itself.

Such sticky, wet blood with a fishy and sweet smell.

Jing Zhi's hand is very warm, Shi Jiu likes the warmth of his palm very much.

But now, Jing Zhi's expression is a little cold.

Shi Jiu couldn't help but smile wryly, she had already expected that he was so smart, how could he be fooled by a lie she uttered.

The room was eerily silent for a moment.

Shi Jiu went through thousands of times in her mind, if Jing Zhi asked her why she lied, how should she answer?

Should she tell him truthfully that I am happy to have a knife in my hand because I am in a bad mood?
Or use another hundred lies to complete the one lie just now?

But unexpectedly, Jing Zhi asked her, "Can I taste your blood?"

Shi Jiu's heart trembled, he was in a trance, and asked, "Do you like blood?"

"I don't like any food, but I like sweetness, I don't like any condiments, especially green onion, ginger and garlic, but I want to taste your blood, it looks delicious."

Shi Jiu remembered what Jing Zhi said, he wanted her for something, and in order to capture this beauty, Shi Jiu felt it was necessary to write down his preferences.

She looked down at the rolled flesh in her palm, which was covered with blood, it was not very beautiful no matter how you looked at it...

Shi Jiu stretched out his hand, and said seriously to Jing Zhi: "It's not pretty, I've wronged you, try it..."

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(End of this chapter)