After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 102 Didn’t Turn into Stone Today (3)

"Yes, look at the Medusa who turned into stone."

"female?"

It's normal for a woman to be suspicious. Ding Bao knocked on the door and began to plan in his mind what to do next.

She has been planning and planning all her life, especially when she is in a strange environment, and a person who is about to encounter strange dangers.

Ding Bao couldn't hear what Bazahei said with the patter of rain, because the heavy door in front of him had been slowly opened from the inside.

A slender and slender figure stood in front of him, and a gentle and low voice came from beside his ear.

"Who? Came here to stay?"

It's an extremely young boy's voice, like a sunflower under the spring sun, or like an ice spring melting on the top of the snow, "Ding Dong" is sweet, and it sounds as gentle and smooth as the early spring breeze, making people unable to help but look up at the place in front of them. What is it like to be human.

Ding Bao raised his head, looked at the person in front of him, his heart moved slightly.

What a delicate and beautiful young man, with soft and black curly hair, porcelain white skin, a white shirt with a well-made body, and a silver-gray leather belt around his waist. The waistline is very high, and the legs under the black trousers are slender. straight.

It's a pity that you can't see the whole picture, because the boy's eyes are covered with a layer of pure white ribbons, covering half of his face, only revealing his thick black eyebrows and a straight white nose bridge, his face is extremely beautiful, with smooth lines , with his thin and perfect jaw raised slightly, just like his straight and slender back, elegant and noble like a white swan.

The young man's red lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of his lips had a natural upward curve. No matter what he did, he seemed to be smiling gently. Even in such an eerie castle, he could still make people feel like a spring breeze.

He leaned over, approached Ding Bao, and repeated it patiently.

"Do you want to stay overnight?"

Ding Bao stared at the white cloth over his eyes, just about to nod, suddenly remembered something, and said.

"Well, it's troublesome."

"You are injured, come in first."

The young man walked in front, walking slowly and gracefully. His straight shoulders were slender and thin like a well-designed work of art. The light and thin material outlined the perfect waistline of the young man. Hip-shaped, he lifted his feet up the stairs, the scene became more and more eye-catching, Ding Bao lowered his head calmly, lest his blood rush to death on the spot.

The boy brought Ding Bao to the door of a room, and stepped aside.

"You stay here first, and leave when the wind and rain subside tomorrow."

They made it clear that you can stay tonight, but you have to leave tomorrow.

Ding Bao nodded repeatedly, looked at the retro old big bed in front of him, thanked him and limped in.

The boy closed the door and left. His movements were very slow from beginning to end. When he carefully fumbled for the doorknob, he could guess that his eyes could not see anything.

Ding Bao didn't have the energy to think too much, and after taking off his rain-soaked clothes, he went into the bathroom to wash off the blood on his body.

The whole leg was bloody, and the flesh and blood on the thigh was scratched by a sharp branch when the original owner ran away just now, and the arm was also blurred, with burns, whips, and scratches. My heart trembled.

"hiss--"

She grinned and cleaned her wound, trembling with pain and dizzy, finally cleaned the wound, there was a knock on the door not far away.

When the door was opened, the boy was standing outside, holding a box of bandages and wound medicine in his hand.

(End of this chapter)