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

The season banquet is not even life-threatening.

Lou Wang wanted to take advantage of this time to kill him, as long as the season banquet is still here, those little ghosts in the laboratory will be afraid and dare not disobey his orders.

As far as he is concerned, there is only one person who can order the little devil here.

He raised his hand to melt down the barrier.

Season Banquet's lips were blood-soaked red.

The pain caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead. With the combination of new and old injuries, this body could no longer withstand such a big impact.

"The Season Banquet..."

Jiang Zijin forced herself to sit up, the colic in her heart was a severe pain she had never experienced before, the pain was magnified countless times in her body and transmitted to her brain, her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Tears flowed down her beautiful almond eyes and down her chin.

She sees blood.

I saw that Ji Yanli was covered in blood.

But still approaching her step by step.

"I'll let you watch with your own eyes," Lou Wang cruelly raised her chin to the direction of the season banquet, "see how he died in front of you."

Jiang Zijin had difficulty breathing due to the pain, she opened her mouth, wanting to say no.

Her almond eyes were filled with tears, as if she was speechless, she couldn't make any sound.

No.

She wants the season banquet to go.

The farther you go, the better.

Leave her alone.

Jiang Zijin never felt as useless as she does now, she can't do anything, and she has no ability to save anyone.

"Do not......"

Lou Wang felt even more upset when he saw her crying so badly.

The surging tyrannical factor was inflated by Jiang Zijin's tears.

Her tears should not be shed for a demon.

Season Banquet Li is obviously the most unsympathetic monster.

Lou Wang walked towards the Ji Banquet, he clenched the handle of the knife and slowly spun it around.

The sound of flesh and blood clenched was horrifying.

The circle of flesh surrounding the blade was crushed, and more blood dripped down the edge of the blade.

He wants to die at the banquet, and wants him to return to hell with this body in pain.

Ji Yanli did not let out a cry of pain, but smiled at him in the mood, the mockery in his eyebrows was as indifferent as the contempt of the superior, as if nothing could catch his eyes.

"My soul will never die."

More blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"When you open your spiritual wisdom, you will also produce a soul." Hei Wu stared into his scarlet eyes, "As long as you have a soul, it will be under my jurisdiction after all."

Lou Wang's chest felt cold, warm and viscous blood gushed out from his chest——

Season Banquet's fingernails swelled, and his long and thin fingers were stained with blood.

In the palm lay a complete, still beating heart.

Lou Wang's blood sprayed all over him, even his face was stained with a few drops of blood, his scarlet eyes showed the coldness and indifference that had experienced the bloody storm.

Ji Yanli clenched his palms tightly, and that heart beat even stronger.

"Plop, plop-"

Ji Yanli laughed lowly.

The warm heart is still alive without the body.

'boom'

With light force on his knuckles, he crushed the heart.

The minced meat covered his palm, Ji Yanli spread his hands, and the blood slid down on the ground, leaving a mess all over the place.

"Evened out."

Lou Wang vomited a mouthful of blood, and he pushed away the season banquet.

The wound on his chest grew and reorganized at a speed visible to the naked eye, Lou Wang's face was pale, and his eyes were fixed on Ji Yanli.

"madman."

This way he is more like the person in Lou Wang's memory.

Indifference, cruelty.

"This is just like you," Lou Wang pressed his empty chest, took a breath and raised his eyebrows provocatively, "Why are you pretending to be a good person?"

"You're rotten from the ground up."

Lou Wang raised his right hand, his knuckles turned from fingertips into pure black sharp blades, when he raised his eyes again, there was no white in those eyes, they were treacherous and cold.

Behind him spread a pair of wings, as if they were forcibly sewn on his back, weird and terrifying.

"Bam—"

The entire dark room was shaking, and gravel fell down from the top of the head.

Season Banquet raised his hand to block it, black mist shrouded his arm like substance, and the sharp blade cut on it, like cutting on a piece of steel, unable to penetrate half an inch.

In the blink of an eye, the two had gone through dozens of rounds.

Lou Wang picked out his injured place and attacked fiercely, without giving anyone a chance to breathe.

The flesh and blood on his chest had covered the blood hole, his eyes were red with blood, and he turned his body into a sharp blade, and the dark room was nearly collapsed by the fierce fighting.

Ji Yanli's hair was a bit disheveled, after all, he was injured more than Lou Wang, and he had fought with Yan Qing before, and lost most of his strength, gradually falling into the disadvantaged.

Just when he was about to abandon his body and turn into his true form, there was a gunshot from outside the tunnel.

"Bang bang—"

Two successive sounds resounded throughout the dark passage.

Lou Wang snorted, clutching the part hit by the bullet, and fell from mid-air.

"Well."

He spat out another mouthful of blood, and the wound rotted and spread around.

Even his self-healing ability couldn't keep up with the speed of decay.

Holding a delicate and small silver pistol in his hand, Lu Jin'an slowly walked in from the outside with his dark eyes slightly cold.

There is a circle of dark patterns on the back of his hand that light up in the dark. He is wearing an elegant tuxedo, and his hair is tied back meticulously. He has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and deep facial features.

"Lu Jin'an?"

Lou Wang gritted his teeth, if he hadn't dodged quickly, the two shots just now hit him directly in the head.

"Are you sure you want to meddle in the matter between me and him?"

Lu Jin'an turned the bright silver pistol in his hand, and said softly, "I don't care if you kill him. The question is, can you do it?"

"Kill the body attached to him?" Lu Jin'an sneered, "There can be thousands of such bodies."

Lou Wang propped himself up against the wall and stood up with a cold face.

Lu Jin'an glanced at Jiang Zijin who was curled up into a ball with his eyes closed in pain.

His heart tightened suddenly, and he lowered his eyes to cover up his emotions.

The girl's curled eyelashes were already wet with tears, her hair was wet and stuck to her pale face, her thin hands were pressing on her chest, and her calves were shockingly white on the ground.

Fragile and fragile like a china doll.

Lu Jin'an raised his chin, "Take her out."

"Leave Louwang to me."

Lou Wang took a step forward, "You!"

Lu Jin'an said coldly: "I need his blood to relieve the pain of the eldest lady."

Lou Wang's narrow fox eyes narrowed, "Don't you hate Jiang Zijin the most?"

Lu Jinan tightened his grip on the pistol.

Lou Wang stared at Lu Jin'an with great interest, "Why, what kind of ecstasy soup did she give you, so that you all forgot the purpose of approaching Jiang Ming?"

Lu Jin'an pointed the gun at his head this time, and said in a cold voice, "Don't worry about it."

Ji Yanli picked Jiang Zijin up from the ground, and put his arms through her knees.

"The Season Banquet..."

Jiang Zijin half-opened her eyes, the throbbing pain in her heart made her tremble unceasingly, tears also wet his skirt.

"never mind."

Ji Yanli led her out, exuding a violent aura.

The veins and metacarpal bones on the back of the hand are slightly protruding, making Jiang Zijin's legs translucently white.

Jiang Zijin wept softly, she smelled the bloody smell on his body, and her eyes were hazy.

"You are hurt......"

Lou Wang turned his head to stop them, but was blocked by Lu Jin'an.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at his head.

Lu Jinan's voice was like cutting ice into pieces, "What are you looking at? Your opponent is me."

Lou Wang lowered his eyes, "Hunter, you are trying to fight against me."

Lu Jin'an said coldly: "Don't show yourself too much."

"I just want to help the young lady."

*

Ji Yanli carried her to the bed in his room.

Jiang Zijin was panting uncomfortably, her beautiful fair face was covered with a thin powder, and there were wet tears on her cheeks.

"The Season Banquet..."

Ji Yanli took a clean bowl from the table, heard her cry, and replied softly 'um'.

He still had the dagger stuck in his heart, and he didn't pull it out before because he was worried about bleeding too much.

If the blood dries up, he won't have to feed the young miss again.

The girl was lying on the pure-colored mattress, her long hair was wet with sweat, tears rolled down her hair from the end of her bright red eyes, and she could see the tip of her tongue slightly revealing in the uncomfortable babble.

The wet red eyes are charming and alluring.

Season Banquet pressed the bowl to his chest, and he took off his shirt, revealing his bronze-colored, strong and muscular body.

Grab the handle of the knife tightly with your hand and pull it out little by little.

The blood flowed down the chest into the bowl, shallowly covering the bottom of the bowl, but it was far from enough.

When Ji Yanli pulled out the knife completely, a layer of sweat had accumulated on his forehead.

He hadn't experienced this kind of pain for a long time.

He pressed on his chest, letting more blood flow out.

"pain......"

Jiang Zijin was so afraid of pain that her nose was red from crying. She grabbed the sheet under her body and bit her bright red lips, unconsciously crying out in pain.

Ji Yanli glanced at her, flipped the knife in his hand, and stabbed himself in the heart again.

'pooh'

When it was pulled out again, the blood from the heart poured into the bottom of the bowl like a tide, and finally filled the bowl with blood, Ji Yanli's face was as white as paper.

"It will be pain free soon."

His fingertips were a little callused, and when they touched Jiang Zijin's fine white skin, there was a rough friction feeling.

"It's because I came too late that it hurts you so much."

Ji Yanli rubbed his fingertips, as if the temperature of Jiang Zijin's face still remained on them.

It is warm but seems to be able to burn people's hearts.

He lifted Jiang Zijin up, brought the bowl to her mouth with his right hand, and fed her to drink.

Jiang Zijin smelled the fishy smell, frowned and turned his head away, unwilling to open his mouth.

"Do not......"

The bowl was waved away unconsciously by her, and a few drops were spilled out.

The season banquet was silent, he took a sip from the bowl, sucked the blood from his heart into his mouth, tilted his head, and kissed Jiang Zijin's lips.

He pried open her teeth and poured the blood in her mouth.

"The Season Banquet..."

Jiang Zijin gripped the bed sheet tightly, tears splashed down on her mouth which was kissed by the season banquet.

Salty and slightly bitter.