my villain is too cute

Chapter 1070 Hug My Highness (2)

Han Jin frowned, propped himself up and tried to sit up.

hiss!
Every movement is a pain that makes people's eyes go black.

She gave up, and lay on the bed obediently upright, maintaining the posture she had just woken up from.
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Outside the capital city, there is a mountain called Corpse Bone Mountain.

Wild and unruly beasts are everywhere on the mountain of bones, and the top of the mountain is full of poisonous weeds and flowers.

However, the origin of the name of the corpse mountain is that there is a large mass grave on the west side of the mountain.

There was a war before that, and countless people died, and their bodies were thrown into the pit on the west side. Later, it gradually became a mass grave.

To the south of the mountain is where the dark pavilion is located.

The dark pavilion is the biggest force in the world that deals with life and death.

It is rumored that the knights who are famous for their martial arts in the Jianghu are even inferior to the lowest killers in the dark pavilion.

Rumor has it that the sky-level killer of the Dark Pavilion has never missed a mission.

Rumor has it that for a sky-level killer to take over the task, a reward of no less than 10 taels of gold is required.

In short, the dark pavilion is a rich and powerful force that makes the whole world daunting.

The original owner, Han Jin, was the sky-level killer of the dark pavilion. He failed a mission and was punished according to the rules.

"Crack—~"

The door was pushed open, and a man in a black suit with a handsome and cold face walked in.

As soon as Dongyou entered the door, he met the clear and slightly cold eyes of the heroine. His eyes were bright, but his face still had a cold and dull expression.

He came to the small bench beside the bed and sat down, a little at a loss and a little happy, and finally said dryly: "You're awake."

Dongyou is the son of luck, and also the original owner's partner in the dark pavilion.

The two have known each other for more than ten years, and they are partners who trust each other enough to give their backs to each other.

This is an astonishing amount of friendship in a secret cabinet where the jungle preys on the jungle and doesn't talk about emotions.

Han Jin nodded lightly: "Yes."

Dongyou looked at her pale face, "How are you? Do you need me to call a doctor?"

"No need." Han Jin lay on the pillow half dead, his jet-black hair covered his back, covering the blood red on his pure white jacket, "Just take some medicine."

"Oh." Dongyou replied, and after a moment of silence, he lowered his head, took out his dagger, and slowly wiped it with a brocade handkerchief.

Both of them are not talkative people, and they usually don't say anything when they get along with each other, and each does his own thing.

When it was getting late, Dongyou stood up, "I'll make medicine for you, can you rub it yourself?"

Han Jin suffered serious injuries.

It is not an exaggeration to describe the entire back as bloody.

Han Jin paused, before she could speak, Dongyou said again: "You should not be able to."

He looked serious, "I'll call Fei Yu over."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Han Jin: ...

Silently received the divine power to prepare for healing.

Every killer in the secret cabinet had to complete the task with the prescribed reward every month. If the amount of reward was not enough, or the task failed, he would be punished.

Perhaps in order to improve competitiveness, there will be a trial every month in the Dark Pavilion, and the top five killers will be able to enter the ranking list.

And the sky-level killer of the month can take half of the missions less than other people, which means that the life danger is reduced by half.

For killers who don't know which mission will kill them, this place on the heavenly list is too tempting.

Therefore, in the dark pavilion, everyone is their own competitor, and what they are fighting for is the hope of survival.

Under such circumstances, everyone is unable to have sincere communication with others, and it also makes the dark cabinet even more indifferent.

(End of this chapter)