my villain is too cute

Chapter 1073 Hug My Highness (5)

Tai Zhi gritted her teeth, stepped back half a step, her body bent in an extremely soft arc in the air, turned over, and came behind Han Jin.

The sharp blade struck from the back again, Han Jin dodged sideways, and swung the short knife backhand.

The two initiated moves one after the other.

Except for Dongyou, the other people in the audience could hardly catch the figures of the two of them.

Before it was time for a cup of tea, all movements suddenly stopped.

Look again, two tall figures are standing on the stage.

Han Jin withdrew the dagger on Tai Zhi's shoulder, turned around and stepped off the stage without looking back.

There is obviously no emotional ups and downs, but it gives people a sense of arrogance.

Tai Zhi looked at her back leaving with hatred, her gaze seemed to be poisoned.

Dongyou followed Han Jin and left, looked at her sideways, and said, "The strength has increased."

In the past, the strength of the original owner was only a little bit stronger than that of Tai Zhi, and he was by no means at the level of suppressing and beating now.

Han Jin, "I also put water on it."

Dongyu: ...

After leaving the martial arts training ground, Dongyou and Han Jin separated to carry out the mission.

Just as Han Jin was about to go back to the house, a young man chased after him and shouted, "Han Jin!"

Han Jin turned his head to look, it was the person next to the pavilion master.

The man came to her side and said concisely: "The Lord of the Pavilion sees you."

Han Jin: ...
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Go to the top floor of the largest building.

Han Jin stood in front of the pavilion master through a layer of veil.

A black figure could be vaguely seen, powerful and dangerous.

Soon, an old and rough voice sounded from behind, with no emotion in his tone, "Is your body all right?"

Han Jin looked down at the ground, thought for a while, and answered truthfully, "It's all right."

The voice behind was silent for two seconds, and said: "When you are healthy, you can take on the task."

"..." Han Jin: "Yes."

"Taizhi, I have already taught you a lesson, let this matter pass like this, and no further incidents are allowed." The pavilion master said unhurriedly.

Han Jin paused: "Yes."

"It's all right, you can go down." The pavilion master propped his head in a drowsy voice and said wearily.

He asked Han Jin to come over, and it was just a knock, otherwise he would have to rest for two months every time, and he would have to lose a lot of money.

Han Jin didn't make another sound, turned and left.

Coming out of the Pavilion Master, Han Jin looked up at the sky above his head.

The weather was clear and cloudless.

It's a great weather for tasks!
I have to say, the owner of the dark pavilion is inhumane! -
into the night.

The sky and the earth fell into darkness, and the blue sky above gradually faded to black and purple like ink, with dots of starlight dotted on it, exuding flickering light.

Under this sky, the lights are bright.

In the palace, the light from the bright lights is as bright as day, reflecting the red walls and golden tiles, making it even more resplendent, majestic and majestic.

On the westernmost side of the palace, on the street outside the high palace wall, a figure walked slowly.

Han Jin found a place to stop, looked up at the palace wall, kicked hard, and dodged onto the top of the wall.

She squatted on the top of the wall, just about to come down, she was caught off guard by a pair of clear and bright eyes.

Inside the palace wall, stood a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a brocade robe with dark blue patterns on a white background. The wide sleeves slid casually to the elbows, revealing a slender white arm.

Holding a plate with only half of pastries left in one hand, and a piece of white glutinous rice cake in the other, he looked up at Han Jin.

Those jet-black eyes were as clear as glass, clearly reflecting the woman's figure.

The woman was dressed in a pure black outfit, her long black hair tied high on her head curved her back in a sultry arc, and the lower half of her face was covered with a pitch-black bronze mask, revealing only a pair of stern eyes, filled with With an indifferent and cold color.

(End of this chapter)