The Beauty of the Villain [Quick Transmigration]

"You're a typical clown."

"You are selfish and vicious, stupid, greedy for vanity, dislike the poor and love the rich."

"You are the real young master of this family, but you are worthless compared to the fake ones. He is the jewel in the box, and you are the weeds on the roadside."

"Your family loves him, your fiancé loves him, and your enemies love him."

"You have never been cared about or cared about by anyone in your life. You are a complete pathetic."

"The dungeon of Dog Blood Spiritual Campus, Mist Blue Tower, loaded successfully."

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Jiang Liyou woke up amidst the chaotic noise, with a burning pain on the bridge of her nose.

pain?It was a novel experience, and he hadn't felt pain in almost millions of years.

She wiped her nose with thin fingers, and when she looked closely, there was a conspicuous bloodstain in her palm which was as white as fat.

Beside the flower bed not far away, a group of burly men were violently beating the figures in the circle with enough force to incapacitate them, cursing dirtyly while beating: "You bastard, how dare you contradict the young master? You won’t be able to pay for your hands and feet being cut off!”

"It's just an illegitimate child of the Chi family. What's wrong with giving our young master a sandbag? How dare you not be happy."

"Hehe, don't you really think that the Chi family doesn't know that you were kidnapped by Young Master Jiang? Tsk tsk, no one cares about you."

Jiang Liyou covered her head and groaned.The characters and background information of the story flooded into his mind like a torrent. After receiving the information, his face suddenly changed a few times, and he shouted: "Stop!"

The shout was like a thunderbolt exploding on the scene, and the several big men stopped beating and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Usually, when dealing with people, this stupid rich second generation wished they would beat them to death, so why did they suddenly turn around and stop?

"Master Jiang, did you not hit hard enough?" One of them asked cautiously, with a little bit of embarrassment on his face.If the fight continues, this person will be useless.Although they are thugs who take money to do things, they don't want to bear the burden of life lawsuits.

Jiang Liyou closed her eyes, imitating the original owner's tone: "Let's do this first, take him down."

When the voice fell to the ground, the big men answered yes, and Jiang Liyou watched helplessly as they dragged up the bloody figures on the ground and brought them into the basement.

I want you to take it down, not to drag you down!

The strong smell of blood wafted in the cold air of early autumn, and the blood from the wound dripped thickly on the floor, being dragged by the master's unconscious body into a shocking bloodstain.

Jiang Liyou looked over subconsciously, but suddenly met her gaze.

Under the sharp and stern eyebrows, the blood was thick, and even the thick eyelash feathers were clumped together. The eye sockets were deep, and it was clear that the face was covered with blood. The gaze he cast over him was not painful, but only sober.

It's the kind of wolf-like sobriety that remembers the other person's face and chews the enemy to pieces.

Jiang Liyou seemed to have been scalded, and hastily looked away.

It wasn't that he was timid, that sight was really scary - even though Jiang Liyou was not a human being, she was also frightened.

Jiang Liyou is a god whose prototype is a beautiful red nine-tailed fox.People are divided into three, six, and nine classes, and gods are also divided into useful and useless, and Jiang Liyou is the latter.Apart from eating, drinking and sleeping, he is not good at anything.

In the words of this world, he is a typical salted fish.But he has an almighty husband who is handsome, reliable and loving, so his little life is considered nourishing.

But very suddenly, the last time Jiang Liyou woke up from a nap, the Father God told him: Ember had disappeared.

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That's why he left Atrium Island and came to Xiaoqian World to find someone.

According to the information in his mind and the cause and effect, Jiang Liyou easily deduced the identity of the boy who was beaten—the second attack of "The Fog Blue Tower", and also the biggest villain in the whole text. After an accidental death, he turned into a ghost and turned the whole campus Into a bloody hell from which there is no escape.He was the chief culprit in the Yinqiu Private No Survivor tragedy.

The body that Jiang Liyou traveled into had the same name as him, and was the real young master of the Jiang family. Because of an accidental exchange of identities with the fake young master, he grew up in the countryside until he was 14 years old before being found by the family.

He is dull and stupid, like a piece of moss that no one cares about, illuminated by the light of Xun Nian, moldy in a dark corner.

He was also blindly arrogant, and took advantage of his parents' guilt to snatch Xun Nian's fiancé. Although he succeeded, he also aroused the complete disgust of his parents and the rejection of Xun Nian's fans.

Probably because he wanted to please his fiancé, he kidnapped his fiancé's illegitimate brother, Er Ningwang, the text writer, and locked him in the basement and tortured him severely, resulting in Ningwang's death.

In the later stage of the plot, Ning Wang, who has transformed into a ghost, returns, and Jiang Liyou is the first target to be retaliated.

A good hand of cards played poorly, a stepping stone that was used to the best of its ability, this is the sad life of the original owner.

Thinking of the fate of the original owner, Jiang Li couldn't help shivering.Before coming here, the system had clearly told him that Ning Wang was one of Xijin's godhead fragments, and he had to raise Ning Wang's favorability for him to more than 90.00% before he could successfully recover the fragments.

——The target he had to attack had just been severely beaten by himself, and he was still imprisoned in the basement, dying.

The opening is the game of hell, the salted fish Jiang Liyou really wants to get out of the way.

But this is not possible.

After thinking wildly for a while, Jiang Liyou entered the living room, rummaged through the boxes and found the medicine box.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Liyou observed the small villa on the second floor.The villa is located in a remote countryside, living alone in the world, overlooking the front and back, and there is no human habitation around, which is very suitable for shooting some horror movies.

Going down from the steps at the door is a cobblestone path. On both sides of the path are two small flower beds, planted with brilliant red roses.

There is no fence in the villa, and this hill is the territory of the Jiang family, so naturally there is no need for a fence.

Walking through the cobblestone path, there is a flat grassland outside. There are many ancient trees with twisted roots growing on the grassland. The thick branches are intertwined and scattered, covering the grassland like an arch, sheltering from rain and sunshine.

The thugs didn't want to stay any longer after receiving the money, and hurriedly left this gloomy place.

"This Jiang Liyou is indeed the outcast of the Jiang family. Who would live in such a spooky wilderness for his own son?"

"Hurry up, hurry up, it will seep into people."

After Jiang Liyou dismissed his thugs, he carried the medicine box and went down to the basement of the villa along the bloodstains.

The light was very dim, and it was barely possible to see the road with the lights on.The stone steps, one ladder twelve floors, go down first, then turn right, and the first thing that appears in front of you is a dark space of about [-] square meters.

There were many messy bloodstains on the ground, some had been oxidized and blackened, and some were still fresh.

I don't know how many times Ning Wang was tortured by the original owner during the days locked in the basement.

Taking advantage of the dim light, Jiang Liyou took a preliminary glance, but found no trace of Ning Wang.

He raised the kerosene lamp in his hand, and walked a few steps forward. A small room with an iron fence came into view. After seeing the scene inside, Jiang Li couldn't help but gasp.

The boy's arms were tightly bound with ropes, and the blood from the wound had pooled under his body. His face was covered by fine black hair, his whole body was shaking violently, and his throat was breathing heavily like a wounded beast.

Jiang Liyou was startled, and quickly unlocked the iron door and walked in.

"Hey, hello. Ning Wang?" He knelt down, shouted softly, and pushed the boy's shoulder twice. Ning Wang didn't respond, and seemed to have passed out.

Treating wounds in a coma is a lot more troublesome, but when the patient hates him, coma becomes an optimistic situation.

Jiang Liyou brushed away the hair sticking to his face with his white fingers, and under the dim light, he revealed a blood-soaked, bruised, but delicate outline.

Jiang Liyou was slightly taken aback.

He looks a lot like Xizhu.

Before Jiang Liyou went down to the basement, he never thought that his living environment was so bad.After the wound was briefly stopped bleeding with gauze, Jiang Liyou took him to his bedroom on the second floor.

Jiang Liyou helped Ning Wang up, only to find that he was tall and looked thin, but he was too tall, nearly 1.9 meters, so he weighed heavily.Today's kids are so developed.

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Liyou carried him to the second floor, resting twice on the way, and when he put Ning Wang on the big snow-white bed in the middle of the bedroom, he was already sweating a little.

There was a little pink on her porcelain-white skin, and she looked a little ruddy, a little bead of sweat emerged from her nose, her eyes were bright, and she was surprisingly gorgeous.

Ning Wang was thrown into the soft quilt by him, and the clean sheet was covered with horrific bloodstains, and new and old scars were piled on the exposed skin, which was shocking.

Jiang Liyou went to the bathroom to bring a basin of warm water, and the moment he raised his head after receiving the water, he was startled by himself in the mirror.

Messy dyed blond hair, heavy metal earrings, thick smoky eyeliner, thick foundation, blood red lips.

Jiang Liyou was so shocked by the thunder, if he hadn't looked in the mirror, he would have thought he saw a ghost.

It took him a while to clean up the mess on his face, and tied up the hair with a rubber band, revealing a white and soft face.

Her demeanor is soft and beautiful, under the slender eyelashes, there are a pair of bright pupils, which seem to have the magical power to captivate the soul.

After wiping off the water droplets on his face, Jiang Liyou brought warm water to the bedside.A pair of soft hands soaked the towel in warm water, and the slender fingers were a little whiter than the towel.

He wrung out the towel and wiped the blood and dirt off Ning Wang's body.

A pot of transparent water soon turned red.Jiang Liyou accidentally wiped his wound, Ning Wang frowned in a coma, Jiang Liyou was a little guilty, and whispered to the sleeping human.

"sorry."

The movement is a little softer.

Some blood scabs and scars stick together and are difficult to wipe off.Jiang Liyou focused on cleaning up, not noticing that the thick eyelashes of the person on the bed trembled.

Before Jiang Liyou could react, a pair of strong hands grabbed his neck and pushed him into the soft bedding.

The fingers of this hand were long and slender, with strong knuckles, as cold as jade. As the five fingers tightened, winding veins of blue veins appeared on the back of the hand.

Jiang Liyou raised his eyes, and met a sight that was as cruel as a beast.The strength on the neck continued to increase, and he really wanted to kill him.

The neck under his hand was so slender that it seemed to be broken, and there was a faint tremor, like a dying swan being drowned in a soft pillow stained with blood.

"Jiang Liyou, what the hell are you doing?"

With a rough and hoarse cold voice, Ning Wang's condescending gaze swept over him, but he was suddenly startled.

The object of entry was a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

The lack of oxygen and suffocation made that snow-white face suffused with a layer of bright red, and the end of the eyes were also dyed crimson. The dark eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, like a mermaid off the shore, full of ecstasy. Broken beauty.

A tear rolled from the end of his reddened eye and soaked into the pillow, leaving a dark dot.

Ning Wang was slightly stunned, but subconsciously relaxed.