Quick Travel: Accidentally captured that sickly villain

When Mingyin opened his eyes, he found himself standing in the garden of an old castle.

It seems that a banquet is being held here, with candle shadows shining and dancing music melodious.

The mellow aroma of fine wine is everywhere in the air.

Gorgeously dressed nobles danced on the grass, unreservedly showing their highest etiquette.

Lively spread.

Suddenly, a slender man with an invisible face came from the end of the darkness.

He was wearing a black cloak and held a death scythe in his hand.

Above the sickle, a large area of ​​roses bloomed, shining with a cold luster under the lonely moon.

The guests at the banquet did not notice his arrival.

Until the scythe is swung.

The bright red blood stains are like waves sweeping gracefully in the air.

Horrified and desperate screams broke through the sky.

The guests fled wildly, but in the end the blood still stained the gorgeous clothes red.

The garden was littered with corpses, and there was no cordial greeting. The strong smell of blood covered the aroma of the wine, and only dance music was still playing.

Huang watched this scene calmly, his eyes turned a strange red bit by bit, more intense and deep red than the blood pupils of any vampire.

He slowly raised his lips and smiled.

Stepping on the green grass watered by blood, step forward step by step.

Not far away, the man holding the sickle turned his head, and across several bloody corpses, he collided with Mingyin's eyes in the air.

The face under the cloak was also exposed.

The cold and coquettish red eyes are like red quicksand soaked in blood that will never dry up. There is a gloomy air of death between the brows and eyes, and on the left half of the face, a black line spreads upwards from behind the ear, opening a dark line. An evil and taboo black rose.

His appearance is exactly the same as Mingyin.

When Ming Yin walked in front of him, Xin Chang's figure turned into a gust of sand and dissipated in the air.

And the next moment, Mingyin had an extra sickle in his hand.

Black evil roses bloomed on his face.

According to the scene in memory, Mingyin found the only survivor in this banquet.

The girl hid under the banquet table covered by a long cloth, and when she saw him, she showed horrified and desperate eyes.

Mingyin smiled slightly, "Nice to see you again."

The devil, the absolute devil.

He Yuan wanted to escape subconsciously, but he was so scared that he couldn't move at all.

She could only watch the scythe symbolizing the blade of death raised high, covering the only moonlight in the sky.

At this critical moment, a deep and cold voice called out to Mingyin.

"You can't kill her."

Mingyin put down the sickle and looked over slowly.

Not surprisingly, I saw a familiar face.

It was still the strange monk's robe in memory.

He narrowed his eyes, "I didn't expect you to still exist in the illusion, it's really... annoying."

200 years ago, it was because of this man's words that he let go of the vow.

Now in this illusion, he has the ability to stop it.

"But I think you should be glad you accepted my advice."

The man looked at him expressionlessly, but the words he said hit Mingyin's heart directly, "You have already seen her."

The obvious brows and eyes trembled uncontrollably.

He suddenly laughed, "Do you think that a blood-hunting girl with no talent will become my eternal taboo?"

"Then, wait and see, use your infinite life to verify my prophecy." The man said.

He looked at He Yuan who had fainted from fright on the ground, "You were looking forward to it too, weren't you, that's why you let this girl go in the first place."