Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

"You haven't figured out the answer yet?" Ling Hong urged faintly on the screen, "Just tell him the name and he will die."

"Don't you have anyone you want to kill?"

She stared at the teachers who were avoiding her gaze, and said in a sinister tone as if from hell, "If you are all so kind, why did you watch me being bullied, and even protect them and become their accomplices!"

There was silence in the classroom.

Jinchen found a stool to sit on, and was about to pull Ying Wushu over. He even raised his hand, but suddenly his expression became gloomy.

There is an evil aura.

He looked outside the classroom, squinting his eyes and sending out his spiritual sense.

Ever since the last time someone controlled by an evil cultivator appeared in Lingqing Ferry, Jinchen has been paying special attention to their appearance. After all, the target could very well be his wife.

The divine consciousness enveloped the entire ghost realm. Ling Hong, as the Ghost King, felt it first. Ling Hong in the picture suddenly became extremely alert, but did not know where this sudden terrifying experience came from.

Jinchen's expression was as cold and motionless as a mountain, and he caught the sound of a conversation coming from a corner.

The ghost domain's magnetic field causes the sound to be unstable, but key information can still be pieced together.

The evil cultivator had just gone to test Luo Qiu and confirmed that he was not the heir of the Ying family.

As expected, he came here for Ying Wu Shu.

Well, he deserves to die.

"Jinchen, what's wrong with you?" Ying Wushu took the hand he extended to her, noticed the change in her expression, sat down and asked worriedly.

Jinchen withdrew his spiritual sense, glanced at the ghost figure on the teaching screen that was jumping up and down in anxiety, his eyes flashed slightly.

"It's okay." Jin Chen changed his position, pressed Ying Wushu's fingers, and whispered: "I remember Wushu said before that the successive heirs of Lingqing Ferry have inherited the jade pendant."

"Yes, but why do you suddenly ask this?" Ying Wushu was puzzled and moved closer to observe Jinchen's expression, "Are you really okay?"

Jin Chen laughed lazily and tapped Ying Wushu's forehead, "Why, do you suspect I'm possessed by a ghost?"

Ying Wushu tentatively grasped Jinchen's wrist, moved closer, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I thought you were changing the subject because you wanted to talk about something important."

Jinchen's mouth twitched and he hesitated for a second.

“No book.”

"Hmm?" Ying Wushu listened attentively.

"You should read fewer suspense novels."

Ying Wushu: “…”

After reacting for half a second, Ying Wushu sat up straight and turned around with a look of embarrassment and anger on his back.

Jinchen moved his seat and still had to coax her: "I just said it casually. I'll buy you a new novel when I get home."

Ying Wushu looked back at him and said unhappily, "So why are you asking this?"

"It's very dangerous here. I'll keep it for you first."

After Jinchen finished speaking, he felt that his words were somewhat ill-intentioned. Just as he was thinking about how to change the wording, he saw Ying Wushu take out a jade pendant from his treasure bag.

"Here you go." Ying Wushu held the jade pendant, and the faint white light seemed to have its own spiritual light in the dim and gloomy classroom.

Jinchen was stunned for a moment, but reacted quickly and took the jade pendant. His bony fingers passed through Ying Wushu's palm, and the jade pendant fell into his sleeve.

"Aren't you afraid that I won't return it to you?" Jinchen raised his eyebrows and asked. After all, he hadn't thought of an excuse yet.

"Do you know."

Ying Wushu actually asked back, looked up at him, and tilted his head when his eyes met Jinchen's.

Although it was doubtful, this unconscious little action was too cute.

Jinchen raised his hand to touch Ying Wushu's hair and said in a soft voice, "No."

Ying Wushu's heart moved, and when he thought of the conversation he had with Luo Qiu before coming here, his ears turned red.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 77! 】

"Hey! Who allowed you to talk about love in the classroom!" Ling Honggui was so angry that he finally cursed out loud, blood spurting out of his mouth: "Shameless human!"

This was the first time that the principal and his colleagues wanted to agree with what Ling Hong said.

It doesn't matter the occasion at all!

"Five minutes are up, quickly choose who you want to kill!"

Ling Hong pretended to be a teacher and stood in front of the podium. Everyone in the classroom could see that she was imitating Teacher Song's usual behavior.

Arrogant and rude, looking down on everyone.

"Whoever can't tell it will die!"

Teacher Song and Liu Dong didn't know that there were so many people on the seventh floor of the restaurant, and their answers were surprisingly similar.

Several other roommates have not been found yet but were also arrested.

Teacher Song was even talking about Liu Dong’s daughter Liu Bei.

"Hahahahahaha!" Ling Hong burst into a shrill laugh, and watched them biting each other with bloodshot eyes, wishing they could just start fighting.

The principal’s answer was Ziying.

Ziying, who was curled up in the corner, did not react at all. As long as Ling Hong was around, she showed abnormal fear. She even just laughed neurotically at the principal's choice.

But Ling Hong didn't care about Ziying and even skipped the time to ask her choice.

"What about you? What's your answer? Who do you want to kill?" Ling Hong stared at Jinchen blankly, her eyes expanded to half the size of a fist, almost occupying her entire face, making people feel cold all over.

Jinchen was being watched by everyone.

Jinchen stood up, straightened the wrinkled hem of his coat, brushed off the non-existent dust on his arms, and walked up to the podium with high spirits.

Ling Hong: "...What the hell are you doing?"

I asked you to come and receive the award?!

Jinchen stood on the podium, almost parallel to Linghong, facing the others.

This is a deliberate delay.

Ying Wushu saw it, but didn't know what Jinchen was waiting for. He sat quietly in front of the table, frowning in confusion, and looked at Jinchen.

Jinchen gave him a calm look and heard the footsteps approaching. They were very light and there were three people.

Coincidentally, I had just heard the name of one of the evil cultivators.

Jinchen put one hand in his coat pocket and deliberately tapped the useless microphone on the chassis. "The person I want to kill is..."

"Black Thirteen."

puff.

Suddenly, there was a sound of something heavy falling outside the classroom.

Hei Shisan quickly rushed up again and looked at the other two people on the rooftop in bewilderment, "Who is he? How did he know I was here?"

Black Ten and Black Six looked at each other and shook their heads: "I don't know, Boss!"

"Could he be the grandson of Old Monster Ying and the current boss of Lingqing Ferry?!"

In the classroom, Ling Hong turned around and glared in disbelief, "Who are you talking about?!"

The Ghost King is indeed related to the evil cultivators.

In this case, it makes sense that Ling Hong, although not ruthless enough and not having killed many people, could cultivate himself into a ghost king just out of resentment.

After death, he turned into a vengeful spirit and was used by evil practitioners.

Jin Chen's thoughts were flowing in her mind, and she said casually: "Don't stare, your eyes don't need to be so big even if you are cosplaying as a light bulb, what kind of aesthetics does a little girl have."

Ling Hong gnashed her teeth and said, "I was stretched by them!"

Jinchen: "..."

Hiss, my conscience hurts a little.

[Host, what you said, how can something that can only be seen by the Lord God be painful?] Zero Rolling God finished the fight.

Jinchen was silent for half a second without responding, then he tapped the podium with his fingers in the puzzled eyes of everyone.

"Those three outside, why don't you come into class?"