The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Rong Ling didn't wake up until noon.

A nightmare was blown away by the sea breeze blowing in from the window. She turned over and got up from the bed, stepping on the wooden floor with bare feet. It was a little strange that no one woke herself up.

Open the bedroom door,? The whole villa is still quiet,? There is no movement.

"Xiao Zhang?" Rong Ling shouted while supporting the railing upstairs, but there was no response.

Maybe they all went out to play, or maybe Rong Ling went downstairs by himself, only to find that the room was so empty that he could even hear the echo of his own breathing clearly.

But she didn't have time to think about it, so she walked into the kitchen driven by hunger, and opened the refrigerator.

Fortunately, the refrigerator was full of food. After Rong Ling casually ate two slices of bread and drank two cups of milk, he walked around the first floor to make sure that there was no one else in the room except himself.

Putting on her sun hat, she decided to go out and have a look.

Walking out of the gate of the villa, there is a sandy beach not far away. Rong Ling didn't even wear shoes, walking on the beach with bare feet, letting the fine sand walk between his fingers, it was very comfortable.

It wasn't until after walking around for a long time that he didn't see a single person, let alone hear any of his kind, that Rong Ling finally realized something was wrong.

She looked back, the blue and white villa had been left behind for a long time, the house standing quietly facing Rong Ling's direction closed the windows tightly, and in the darkness behind the window, there seemed to be a pair of indifferent eyes watching staring at myself.

The tide rose, overflowed Rong Ling's ankles, and quickly faded away, leaving only the coolness spreading along the skin.

In the clear sky and broad daylight, she smelled a mysterious aura inexplicably.

But right now, Rong Ling has no choice but to go back to the villa.

Furthermore, the worst case is that some strange powers and chaos really appeared, and Rong Ling himself is a ghost wandering in this illusion, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

It's just that when she returned to the villa, everything was the same as when she left, and the ghosts and spirits that Rong Ling imagined did not appear in the room.

Then it can only be a ghost made by people.

Rong Ling went back to the bedroom and picked up his mobile phone, only to find that there was no signal at all, and none of the messages could be sent out.

She tried to call the staff of the same group, but she also got an electronic female voice without warmth: "Sorry, you are not currently in the service area..."

On the island, it is normal to have no signal.

Rong Ling threw the phone aside and began to think quietly.

However, before she could think for half a minute, the growling in her stomach interrupted Rong Ling's thoughts.

All right, Rong Ling sighed, and decided to settle down as soon as it came, and to fill his internal organs first.

She went downstairs and rummaged in the refrigerator for a long time, fried a steak for herself, and then glanced at the ingredients in the refrigerator, which was enough to feed herself for half a month.

While eating, Rong Ling cleared up his thoughts.

She was the only one left in the room, so the other party must be targeting her, maybe it was some reality show that the company suddenly accepted.

Anyway, as long as she stands still, the opponent's patience will run out sooner or later.

After thinking about all this clearly, Rong Ling walked around the garden in a leisurely manner.

It is far away from the hustle and bustle, and the scenery is pleasant and quiet. It is really a good place for vacation.

Rong Ling even found a fishing rod in the utility room upstairs, carried a bucket, and went fishing when the sun was not so strong.

The evening breeze was blowing, and returning home with a full load turned out to be an unprecedentedly pleasant day.

After all, the immortal has always been alone. In the fairyland, he can retreat for several years or even a hundred years, so a short day is nothing.

Rong Ling picked some fish that looked familiar and looked edible, and cooked them casually for dinner.

Because it is fresh, the taste is not good, but it is not bad.

Until the sky darkened again, everything was quiet except for Yu Botao. When he was supposed to be sleeping, Rong Ling suddenly remembered something.

Was what happened to me last night a nightmare, or did it really happen?

If true, does that mean there are other people in this huge house.

Thinking of this, Rong Ling couldn't sleep anymore, so she decided to take a closer look in the villa.

First, the door of the bedroom next door couldn't be opened, so Rong Ling had to give up and went downstairs. Finally, she found another door behind the cabinet in the living room.

Pushing open the door, looking down the stairs in front of you, it turned out to be a study room comparable to a library. The bookcases as high as the ceiling are full of books. The crystal chandelier emits soft and bright light. There is a spacious sofa.

Rong Ling couldn't help but looked a little absent-minded, stretched out his foot and walked down, but stepped on the ground by accident, and rolled directly down the corridor.

Confused, she hit the top of her head against the solid wall.

Then Rong Ling let out a muffled snort, and passed out on the floor of the study.

Blood flowed silently along the back of her head, staining the carpet in a dark color.

The whole world became quiet in an instant.

In the darkness, it seemed that someone was rushing towards Rong Ling's direction, holding her shoulder to check her injury.

Right now, Rong Ling, who was supposed to be in a coma, suddenly grabbed the opponent's wrist with his backhand, and with the other hand showed a fruit knife hidden somewhere.

It's just that the moment she opened her eyes, the ferocity and defense in Rong Ling's eyes were instantly replaced by shock, and she couldn't help saying, "It's you?"

It was only a split second that Ning Muxue understood that everything was just her trick, her expression full of anxiety turned into a cold one, and her voice was sarcasm: "Rong Ling, you really deserve it."

After three years of separation, Rong Ling really never thought that she and Ning Muxue would meet in this situation. The corners of her lips curled up: "Both each other..."

But before he finished speaking, Rong Ling realized that he had underestimated the enemy.

Ning Muxue held her wrist instead, squeezed it vigorously, and the knife in Rong Ling's hand dropped in response.

She was originally lying on the ground, but at this moment her hands were imprisoned, unable to move.Ning Muxue's hair fell from her shoulders and fell on Rong Ling's cheeks, bringing itchy touch.

It was only then that Ning Muxue noticed where the blood came from. It turned out that Rong Ling had cut her arm with a knife. At this moment, the blood was still flowing from her fair arm, taking advantage of her snow-white skin, it was particularly dazzling.

On the other hand, there was not even a trace of pain on Rong Ling's face, but a provocative smile instead.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Rong Ling, you are really crazy."

Having said that, she put away the knife on the ground, got up to get the medicine box, and took out the bandaged gauze from it.

Of course, Rong Ling couldn't obediently let Ning Muxue bandage her, but she had wounds on her body, and she was weaker than her in strength, so soon they were confronting each other, and she was pressed on the sofa, unable to move.

From the beginning to the end, Ning Muxue kept a cold face and didn't say a word.

"Let me go..." Rong Ling still didn't want to be controlled by others, let alone Ning Muxue.

Ning Muxue frowned, and quickly wrapped her hands and wrists together with the medical gauze that was used to bandage the wound, and pressed Rong Ling's hands to the top of her head.

"Let go of you..." Ning Muxue leaned close to her and sneered, "Rong Ling, do you still think you can escape?"

The breath she exhaled when she spoke brushed Rong Ling's cheeks, bringing an incomparable sense of aggression.

Then Ning Muxue sat on Rong Ling's waist and bandaged her wound without saying a word.

The hemostatic powder was sprinkled on the wound, Rong Ling couldn't help hissing, she even looked up at Ning Muxue's smooth neck, thinking whether to bite it down to relieve her hatred.

What Rong Ling didn't notice was that after hearing her movement, Ning Muxue, who was originally acting bluntly, pursed her lips and slowed down her movements a bit.

In the invisible stalemate between the two, the wound on Rong Ling's arm was bandaged.

It's just that after a lot of struggle, the thin skirt on her body was messed up.

Ning Muxue glanced slightly away, and after a short pause, she turned her face away.

But even this small reaction, Rong Ling still didn't miss it, she chuckled disdainfully: "Why, you dared to sneak into my room last night, why are you pretending to be innocent now?"

Ning Muxue's eyes darkened a bit: "You know everything?"

"Shouldn't I know?" She was clearly the one being shackled, but Rong Ling raised his head and stared at Ning Muxue like an arrow ready to be fired, "You tricked me into this kind of place, didn't you? In order to satisfy your own selfishness, I want to turn me into your confinement, let you do whatever you want."

"Yes..." After hearing her words, Ning Muxue smiled instead of anger, "Rong Ling, you have always been smart."

"Otherwise, how could you fool everyone, right?"

Rong Ling's face darkened, and he could hear the deep meaning in her words.

"What are you upset about?" Ning Muxue asked back, putting her cold fingers on her forehead, straightening Rong Ling's messy hair, whispering like a lover, "You are so smart, you have fooled everyone , it's not just me."

"But you were wrong just now, why would I lock you up in this kind of place for my own sake?" Ning Muxue said again, "I did this for your own good."

Mingming has fought against Ning Muxue countless times.Only at this moment, when she spoke affectionately in a gentle tone, Rong Ling felt shuddering: "What do you mean?"

At this moment, Ning Muxue seemed to be bewitched by something, and said to herself: "You are too bad, you should be taken care of, otherwise you will go around harming people, right?"

If Ning Muxue retaliated directly, Rong Ling could still fight back without hesitation, but she behaved like this, Rong Ling was even slightly in a daze, she really couldn't stand Ning Muxue's suffocating intimacy like a dense net, she turned her face and thought Break free from her arms.

But to no avail, Ning Muxue looked at her as if she was looking at an unreasonable child, and even reached out to rub her long hair: "Be obedient, okay?"

What a fart, Rong Ling finally couldn't take it anymore and bit her hand.

Then Rong Ling saw that Ning Muxue's eyes were occupied by a strange color, and almost without thinking, she pulled her hand away and blocked her lips.

With his hands still pressed on top of his head, Rong Ling was like a fish out of water, unable to set off a storm for a long time, and was bullied enough by Ning Muxue.

It's not as if the two hadn't been intimate in the past.Only at this moment did Rong Ling realize that Ning Muxue in the past was not one-tenth as fierce as she is now.

Just a kiss almost made Rong Ling almost breathless in suffocation, secretly hating himself for being helpless.