Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

"'Yao' called you to kill me?"

The big palm grasping Jiang Zijin's ankle bone was cold and heavy, and the palm bone propped up the thin skin.

Hitchel's tone is very bad, even if his current situation is not good, the indifference of the superior is still retained in his words.

"no."

Jiang Zijin's face couldn't hide the fear when she was frightened, her beautiful almond eyes were moist with light, she resisted not to jump away, and retorted in a low voice.

"I found it myself."

Hitchel's hand is so big that it can completely wrap her ankle, and the palm is a little wet, like blood.

Jiang Zijin's eyelashes trembled, her knees felt weak, and what she inhaled through her nostrils was the strong smell of blood.

"H-Hitchel..."

Hitchel was covered with wounds all over his body. The heavy iron chains tied his limbs, and his waist and abdomen were bloody and bloody. The injuries were so severe that he could hardly stand up.

It was nothing like the chain the judge had locked her calf.

Inside the rings of the chain are spikes protruding inward. With Hitchel's subtle movements, the spikes will penetrate deeply into the flesh, making him in a state of bleeding all the time.

The blood on the ground was mixed with dark brown blood stains, making it even more oozing.

Hitchel let go of her, and managed to sit up from the ground, the spikes pierced his skin abruptly, and more blood flowed from the wound.

"What can you do here?"

Jiang Zijin's slender white ankle still had bloodstains from his hands, she squatted down, her lips trembling.

"I, I can heal you."

Hitchell said nothing.

As if to prove her ability, Jiang Zijin held Hitchel's hand tremblingly.

Her palm was sweating nervously, it was small and soft, and it rubbed against Hitchel's hand, transmitting the temperature of her body through the skin, and the wet and sticky blood slipped from the man's palm to her fingers.

'tick'

The round blood beads fell from the hand to the ground, making a very slight sound.

Jiang Zijin trembled, her black eyelashes were like two small fans.

Fearing that Hitchel would not accept it, she clenched her hands unconsciously.

This is what the system just told her, as long as you hold Hitchel's hand, the system will heal and delay the wound through the connected skin.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Hitchell looked up at her.

He could clearly feel that Jiang Zijin was afraid of this place and the blood on his body.

Obviously, resistance was written all over his body, trembling, but he stretched out his hand cautiously to touch him.

Jiang Zijin seemed unaware of the clumsiness of her movements, her drooping eyelids were so beautiful that they seemed unreal, and her lips were murmuring.

"It'll be fine soon."

Hitchel unconsciously lowered his throat, and his heartbeat accelerated instantly, which even he himself felt inexplicable.

Jiang Zijin's hands were small and clean, and it was only with both hands that he could comfortably wrap him.

The voice is timid, like an immature kitten.

"Are you feeling better now?"

The torture room was very quiet, so quiet that Hitchel could even hear Jiang Zijin's slow and steady breathing.

Fresh and powerful.

Hitchel: "...better."

Jiang Zijin breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

Just now seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Jiang Zijin thought that the system's healing effect had malfunctioned.

Hitchel took a breath, and the dryness that was stagnant in his heart was slightly loosened.

In that short minute just now, he didn't feel anything, even the pain from the wound on his body was subconsciously blocked by him.

His head was in a mess, and he couldn't think of anything except Jiang Zijin's hands that were still holding onto him.

Jiang Zijin's hands were slightly cold, which did not completely belong to the warm body temperature of human beings.

Red blood stains remained in the palm of her hand, leaving a thick and colorful stroke, which was very dazzling.

"I'll wipe it for you."

Jiang Zijin took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his blood-soaked face, pursed his lips, and looked at Hitchel's deep wound.

"How can I open this chain?"

The blood stains on the man's face were wiped clean. Under the high browbones, there were a pair of sharp, blood-red pupils with deep eye sockets, which completely resembled the bones of the West.

"Can't open."

"My strength has not fully recovered."

Jiang Zijin said 'Oh', "Then—"

Hitchel's thin lips parted slightly, "You haven't told me yet, how did you get in here?"

His tone returned to his usual coldness, "The presiding judge didn't have the kindness to let you out."

Jiang Zijin: "I was not released by him..."

Hitchel: "If you weren't released by him, how did you get here?"

"There are many patrols of the judge outside."

The man looked at her coldly, his fingers curled up tightly, and there was still a little touch of Jiang Zijin's hands on them.

"Unless someone helps you."

"It's impossible for him to take you back without taking any measures."

Jiang Zijin parted her lips and explained, "No..."

She lowered her head, "As you saw just now, I have a certain healing ability. I rely on my method to avoid those patrolling black mist. What is the specific method... I can't say much."

"But I... I really don't mean to hurt you."

"He didn't ask me to kill you either."

The long hair on the side of the girl's face drooped slightly, brushing softly at the hem of Hitchel's clothes, and the pure white dress made her look very young.

Hitchel's thin cold lips formed a straight line.

Jiang Zijin: "I came here alone, and...and..."

Her slender white face was a little reddish, her words were a little vague, and she said half truth and half lie.

"He locked me up. I finally escaped. Only you can help me get rid of him. How could I help him..."

Now the presiding judge occupies a dominant position. If Hitchel dies, the remaining two people will not be opponents of the presiding judge at all, and it will only be a matter of time before the group is destroyed.

Hitchel heard her words in his ears, and the fingers hanging under his body jumped.

He subconsciously ignored the redundant word 'we' added by Jiang Zijin.

【Only you can help me get rid of him. 】

The words in Hitchel's mouth were stuck in his throat, and his chest seemed to be burning with fire.

Jiang Zijin needed him.

This realization made him excited like a kid, his heartbeat became faster and faster, he opened his mouth, his voice was abrupt and unnatural.

"just me."

Jiang Zijin was taken aback, "Huh?"

Hitchel grabbed Jiang Zijin's hand, and the cold hand wrapped her tightly.

The forced indifference mask was completely shattered, and reason also dissipated like smoke in front of her, disappearing completely.

"You can only rely on me."