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

Jiang Zijin's face was pale, and the presiding judge hugged her and landed steadily from mid-air.

The emerald ring on his hand made Jiang Zi's body hurt, and the ring had a light green luster.

"Yao..."

Jiang Zijin's heart was beating violently, and the feeling of weightlessness was still lingering on her body, and her hand that was clutching the presiding judge's skirt was trembling.

The presiding judge led her to dodge Hitchel's attack with his head tilted. His momentum soared several times, and a dense black fog radiated from his body, shaking Hitchel away!

'boom'--!

Hitchel flew upside down a few meters and hit the ground hard. He turned his head and spit out a big mouthful of blood.

"Well!"

The blood was mixed with a little dark color, and the organs in the chest cavity seemed to be violently stirred by someone's hands.

Austin was dragged by the net supported by the black mist, and couldn't step forward to help them for a while.

Vihir stood on the high platform, his slightly narrowed eyelids met Jiang Zijin directly.

He opened his mouth to her.

Jiang Zijin's heart skipped a beat, and he clenched the dagger on his cuff in a panic.

——Vilhir wanted her to kill the presiding judge.

Hitchel got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, tapped his toes, and rushed out again!

The presiding judge didn't even look back, he pressed down with his raised fingers.

The sense of oppression is like cutting with a sharp blade, smashing everything into pieces.

Hitchel's knees were in severe pain, and the top of his head seemed to be pressed against a jack, and the veins on his temples were throbbing due to the force.

Vihir's arms were tense, his icy blue mist permeated the entire half-faded illusion, but the unstoppable icy blue water mist still couldn't get close to the presiding judge by half an inch.

The presiding judge smiled, and the shiny leather shoes stepped on the ground, making a sound like knocking on the heart, trembling endlessly.

He twisted Hitchel's neck and lifted him up from the ground abruptly.

"presiding judge......"

Hitchel's face was flushed red, his eyes were about to split open, blood was constantly overflowing from his mouth, and he was holding the presiding judge's arm tightly with both hands.

The presiding judge was unmoved, his eyes were dark and cold, the metacarpal bone on the back of his hand protruded, his five fingers gathered together, and there was a frightening sound of bone shattering.

Hitchel's throat made a sound like a broken bellows, and with the force of the man's fingers, he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

The presiding judge was not in a hurry to kill him. Instead, he was like a hunter playing with his prey, and his gestures were full of harsh torture.

He kept Hitchel on the verge of death all the time, and when he was about to faint, he slowed down, allowing the breath to re-enter his lungs. After inhaling for less than two seconds, he squeezed his five fingers again, but he didn't give him any pleasure. .

"You drank her blood."

Hitchel couldn't breathe, and the white light of Venus exploded in front of his eyes.

"Ho-"

The presiding judge grabbed his throat and said sarcastically, "Even if I don't need to drink blood to replenish my strength."

"It can kill you as well."

Hitchel rolled his blood-red pupils, as if hearing some joke, he grinned, with an indistinct smile on his lips, and his voice was hoarse and difficult.

"Seeing you kill..."

"She will only grow more and more afraid of you."

Hitchel was panting with difficulty, and his smile gradually became rampant.

"Jiang Zijin won't like you..."

"You've done so much and you're just a poor wretch."

"We..." Hitchel's face began to turn purple, the thin air was inhaled, and there were bursts of severe pain in his lungs.

"no difference."

The presiding judge intensified the force in his hands coldly, he suppressed his anger, and the madness in his eyes almost couldn't be concealed, causing blood to blush.

"roll."

The neck was forcibly twisted off by him, making a horrible 'click' sound.

Hitchel's legs were hanging weakly in the air, his eyes were wide open, and his pupils were dilated.

Jiang Zijin watched as Hitchel's neck was broken, his scalp was numb, and the bone-piercing cold came out from the cracks in his bones.

The presiding judge turned his back to her, Hitchel's neck was bent weirdly, he was lifted in the air by him, and he threw it to the ground.

'boom'

The sound of heavy objects hitting the ground was a bit terrifying.

The presiding judge turned around, exuding trembling danger all over his body, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely dull.

He clearly saw the fear in Jiang Zijin's eyes.

She is afraid of him.

The presiding judge dragged his seriously injured body, the blood on his arm was flowing down along the fragments of the Frostbolt, he approached Jiang Zijin step by step, every step he took, there were spots of blood on the ground.

"come over."

Jiang Zijin's heart trembled, she was terrified, her moist almond eyes were like rabbits, the tip of her nose was pink, and her delicate little face was morbidly rosy.

"Yao..."

The presiding judge turned cold, "Come here, Jinjin."

Beads of sweat ooze from Jiang Zijin's temples, dragging his limp legs, he walked towards the presiding judge step by step.

The presiding judge raised his hand, Jiang Zijin closed his eyes tightly as if shocked, and shrank subconsciously.

His hand paused in mid-air, and then came down lightly. His rough fingertips rubbed against the end of her wet red eyes, wiping away the remaining drops of water.

"Don't be afraid of me."

Jiang Zijin's black eyelashes trembled.

The presiding judge propped up the thin skin with his metacarpal bones, and restrained his strength so as not to hurt her.

"I have been selected as the next presiding judge since I was born."

He looked down at Jiang Zijin's soft hair twirling, his chest was extremely stuffy, and his voice was a little depressed.

"They taught me how to set the rules and have power."

"Using a series of cumbersome words as the standard for me to judge good and evil, but no one has ever really taught me what is wrong and what is right."

Jiang Zijin looked up at him, the black hair on the presiding judge's forehead drooped down, covering half of his eyes, the darkness merged with him, and the blood-red pupils flickered slightly when they looked directly at her.

"I'm a lunatic without emotion."

"It wasn't until I met you that I realized that there are some things that are different in the world."