my villain is too cute

Chapter 1380 Bipolar disorder and insomnia (1)

After Xun Nuan left, Han Jin left the plane and appeared in God's Domain.

In the realm of the gods, the mist gathers on the ground hazyly, and the dots of silver emeralds are full of vitality, shining with light, shuttling back and forth in the mist, rising from under the mist, and disappearing again.

The huge tree stands in the mist, its branches and leaves are all emerald in color, with simple silver patterns wrapped around it, and the glow is flowing, which is different from the dim light last time.

Today's accompanying trees are full of greenery, full of infinite vitality, a very dreamy scene.

Tuantuan is already waiting here.

"Do you want to take back the original power?"

"En." Han Jin stood in front of the companion tree, quietly looking at the silvery white trunk with a pair of dark emerald eyes.

Compared with the last time I saw it, this tree has grown many emerald green leaves. The leaves are slender and slightly rolled up, with silver lines spreading on them, looking very mysterious and simple.

She raised her long and slender hand and placed it on the tree trunk.

A steady stream of emerald green light gradually drifted out from the trunk, and condensed into emerald green spar between the hand and the trunk.

Milky white brilliance circulates in the spar, just by looking at it, one can tell that it is not ordinary.

Han Jin put down his hand, and at the same time, the spar burrowed into her chest.

The breath became strong and solid, and within a few breaths, it was quiet again, but it was different in the end.

At the same time, in the world of all spirits, which is closest to God's Domain, a hundred flowers are blooming, and dead trees are thriving...

Pieces of pictures shuttled through the mind, in the long and endless, boring time, there was the memory of the boy's figure, but it was only one ten thousandth...
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y city.

At night, the moon climbs up to the top of the clouds, and the stars are dotted. Under the night, there is a city full of neon lights and lights.

outside a neighborhood.

A teenager was walking on the sidewalk. The teenager looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a light blue sweater and white loose jeans.

Occasionally a car came by, and its headlights illuminated the boy's face.

The young man has short black hair, with slightly curly hair hanging on his forehead, his face looks like a finely carved jade, with delicate and distinct features, so tender that water can be squeezed out.

He was on the phone with his mobile phone, his bright red lips opened and closed, his brows were slightly frowned, and he seemed a little distressed, making him even more lovely.

Not far in front of him, a taxi was slowly approaching.

The driver's heart shuddered, he stepped on the accelerator a little more loosely, and the speed of the car slowed down instantly.

He glanced at the people in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and stroked the back of his cold head blankly.

Why do you feel that something is wrong?
Han Jin entered the original owner's body, opened his lightly closed eyes, a cool light flashed across the lens, and spoke lightly, his voice unconsciously revealing a trace of coercion.

"parking."

"squeak--"

After her words fell, the driver stepped on the brakes, as if obeying orders.

Han Jin pushed open the rear door and got out.

The driver looked at her slender figure and opened his mouth, not daring to ask for the fare.

The next second, something was also thrown from the co-pilot's open window.

The driver looked down, and there was a... stone quietly placed on the co-pilot?Or jade?
Glowing jade!
The driver's eyes lit up, he picked up the jade and looked at it carefully, but he couldn't tell if it was true or not, but he was always excited.

Han Jin stepped onto the sidewalk with his long legs.

Black casual trousers wrap long legs, a loose white shirt on the upper body, and the loose hem is pressed into the trousers, outlining a tight and slender waistline.

With black hair reaching down to the shoulders, revealing a full forehead, Han Jin's fair and slender fingers subconsciously pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his face.

The lens reflects light under the passing car lights, and the eyes behind cannot be seen, only a cool light flashes across the metal frame.

(End of this chapter)