Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Jinchen was waiting outside the courtyard of the house. When he saw them bringing people back, he moved the blanket from his legs, which was obvious.

The assistant was a little surprised, but did not dare to ask more about who this person was. He put the unconscious person into Jinchen's arms. The blue wings behind the shoulder blades were fluffy and pure. When they were slightly closed, the little angel sleeping in them was delicate and beautiful. , the extremely pale skin revealed a sense of fragmentation.

[The villain in this world is detected and the blackening value is triggered. The current blackening value is 70. 】

[Task requirement: Clear the blackening value to zero and change the tragic ending of the villain. 】

Jinchen held the little angel in his arms, returned to the main suite on the third floor, and whispered instructions.

"Let the kitchen prepare something to eat and bring it in."

"Yes sir." The assistant responded with his hands behind his back and quickly went down to prepare.

The room returned to darkness. Jinchen sat there and thought for a while, turned on the wall lamp, threw away Hill's dirty elf clothes, and took out a shirt for him to put on.

Jinchen was touching the fluffy blue wings. Hill, perhaps sensing the danger, retracted his wings even though he was not conscious.

Jinchen's hand hung in the air, a smile flashed across his eyes, but a faint feeling of depression emerged in his heart.

He stood up, tucked her into the bed, and then walked to the window and sat down.

[Are the teleportation times of the protagonist Shou and Hill consistent? 】

0731 Answer: [It is not consistent. Because Lord God did not have the energy heart stone, there was an error in the transmission and it was delayed for half a month. 】

[Now the protagonist Shou and the protagonist Gong have met and are in the stage of liking each other. 】

Jinchen hummed, his eyes darkened, thinking about some bad ideas.

When Hill was awake, everything around him was unfamiliar.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his heart, feeling the lack of energy heart stone and physical weakness, and knew that this was not a dream.

This is... Earth.

The snow-colored eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a bit of sadness in the blue pupils.

The arms stretched out from the quilt are also the ultimate cold white, like jade glass, which will break with the slightest touch.

Hill sat up and retracted his wings when he was unconscious. At this time, he looked like a human being, but more delicate, like a jade porcelain doll.

The unfamiliar environment made Hill very uneasy. He timidly looked at the luxurious and cold room. He only turned on a dim wall lamp, which was so dim that he could hardly see clearly.

When he stood up a little, he heard a silver bell ringing, and he lifted the quilt and looked at it in confusion.

The ankles were tied with silver chains, which looked even more fragile and broken against the dark gray bed.

Hill didn't know what it was, but he could also guess that it was some kind of torture device that prevented him from leaving, like the opto-magnetic ring of an angel star.

Suddenly, he heard a magnetic chuckle.

Hill was startled, not knowing there was anyone else in the room. When he looked up, he saw a man sitting in the corner.

He blends in with the darkness, his facial features are sharp and handsome, and his deep brows and eyes that do not belong to the East exude a gloomy air, like a demon from the abyss. Even if his face is expressionless, his aggression can be seen.

Jinchen's eyes were cold but tentative. He glanced at the silk lace-up shirt that he had just personally put on for Hill, and he was quite satisfied.

He remained silent, and Hill, who had not yet learned the earth's language, could only remain silent and moved his body back as if to hide.

After a long time, Jinchen spoke, his voice as strong as wine diluting the coldness.

"Do you understand what I said?"

Hill nodded slowly, his white hair hanging down from his collarbone covering the large area of ​​his chest.

Jinchen curled his lips. The little angel's obedient attitude satisfied his desire for humiliation and made him feel much better than before.

"I pick you up and you will be mine from now on."

Hill bent his knees, flicked the chains on his ankles with his fingers, and nodded again.

At least he had a place to shelter from the wind and rain, which was a lot better than he thought.

Jinchen controlled the wheelchair and moved it to the bedside. He picked up the jade porcelain plate placed on the low cabinet. The food on the plate was still hot. He didn't ask Hill if he was hungry. He had already handed the spoon to his mouth.

Hill raised his long eyelashes and glanced at Jin Chen. He lowered his eyes and opened his mouth to eat obediently. When the food entered his mouth, his cold white fingertips grasped the soft quilt, and his heart was touched.

I haven't eaten normal food in a long time.

Food is in short supply on Angel Star, and nutritional solutions are divided into high-end and low-cost ones. As the lowest and most unpopular mixed-color feathered angel, even if they dine at the same table, they can only take nutritional solutions.

Hill was eating while thinking about it, and his eyes shifted to Jinchen's legs sitting in the wheelchair, covered by a blanket.

Angels can heal humans. This man saved him and can heal him.

But there is no more energy heart stone.

The crisp clatter of spoons and plates brought Hill back to his senses, and he met Jinchen's suddenly dark eyes, exuding danger.

"looking at what."

Hill blinked and raised his hand to gently touch Jinchen's leg. He couldn't feel any strength through the blanket.

Jin Chen's deep pupils stared at the little angel's delicate but ignorant eyebrows, and the corners of his lips became sharper.

"Feel scared or sick."

Hill reacted for a while, looked directly into Jin Chen's eyes and shook his head. He was not frightened by such a look, but it was a pity that he seemed unable to repay the favor.

Jinchen looked at him with a calm and evil look in his eyes, "Why do you need to fold your wings?"

He actually saw it...

Hill's face became even paler, and his eyes were filled with clear fear of being abandoned and disgusted.

All humans here have no wings, so he is an alien.

Jinchen seemed to notice, and gently stroked the side of his face with his fingers, but the slightly cool skin temperature made Hill shrink, so Jinchen's gaze became even more dangerous.

"Show me."

His voice was colder and moodier than before.

Hill clenched the quilt tightly, feeling fear gradually rising up. He could only resist turning his head sideways, biting his lips and remaining silent.

After a few seconds, he slowly untied his shirt, exposing his shoulders, and his thin and beautiful back shook slightly.

The blue wings unfolded in an instant, gorgeous and pure, each feather shimmering like sapphire, almost as long as Hill's body, and could be wrapped entirely.

Jinchen's eyes flashed with undisguised surprise, and the fully unfolded look was even more beautiful than before. He raised his hand and gently touched and stroked it again.

The wings also have feelings, and Hill can clearly feel the comfort and affection in Jinchen's movements.

The fear just now slowly disappeared, Hill tilted his head in confusion, and the white hair hanging down to his waist gently stroked with the movement, crossing the white skin.

He didn't realize how attractive his appearance was, but he only knew that the eyes of the man in front of him gradually deepened.

"It's beautiful." Jinchen said, his tone returned to normal, even with a hint of pampering.

"You can't show your wings to others. It's very dangerous and I don't like it either."

Hill nodded obediently, happy because of Jinchen's unabashed praise.

No one has ever complimented him on how good-looking he is.

After feeding him, Jinchen took a silk handkerchief to wipe his mouth. The light pink lips gradually became red and fuller.

The force of his fingertips stroking his lips suddenly became stronger. Hill was unprepared and took in a painful breath. Water mist suddenly filled his eyes, and the look he looked at Jin Chen became even more pitiful and seemed to accuse him.

Jin Chen chuckled again, as if he was succeeding, and wiped his tears with his fingers, "She is quite delicate."

He touched the top of his soft hair again and said, "Okay, don't cry."

The pale cheeks gradually turned crimson. Hill had shed many tears because of his fear of pain, but he had never been coaxed like this before.

Under Jinchen's actions, Hill behaved like a delicate doll, but was trapped in the darkness. The gorgeous bedroom was like a cage, a cage built by Jinchen himself.