my villain is too cute

Chapter 220 My Little Poor (34)

It was as if the air began to squeeze towards this radius, and the sunlight seemed to be blocked by something invisible, with an unusual coldness.

Bai Xiaojie sat on the ground in a panic, feeling unstoppable fear and despair in her heart.

Han Jin bit the tip of her tongue desperately, only the blood coming from her could barely maintain her sanity.

The hostility in her heart rose so fast that she couldn't help but want to destroy something.

Taking a deep breath, Han Jin lightly opened his thin lips, and spit out a few obscure characters, like spells or chanting.

A cloud of black mist began to slowly emerge from the ground, and inside was a black gate whose outline could be clearly seen.

It seems to be engraved with complicated patterns, but it is obscured by the looming black mist, and there is only a strong atmosphere of destruction.

A gray mist came out from inside, quickly wrapped around Bai Xiaojie's neck, and slowly dragged towards the black door.

Bai Xiaojie tugged at her neck in fear and anxiety, but she couldn't touch anything, so she could only struggle violently. Finally, she looked desperately at the gently closed door.

"Don't let her die easily."

A cool voice sounded, and the gloomy mist paused for a second. In that kind of place, not dying is the most tormenting thing.

When the black door slowly disappeared, the air seemed to start to circulate.

The world consciousness tremblingly looked at someone with a strong sense of presence, not daring to make any moves.

Jinghong rubbed his cheeks with a headache, looked at the blue ball still sleeping soundly in the glass ball, and smiled helplessly.

Han Jin took out a tissue and slowly wiped the fingertips that touched Bai Xiaojie.

Leaning her back against the car body, her eyes looked into the distance with a faint light.

The hem of the white trench coat swayed slowly with the wind, and the slender legs were crossed casually, slowly calming down the emotions in his heart.

The autumn sun is not warm, and there are a few resting birds on the branches on both sides of the road.

The peaceful air surrounded that slender figure, as if the surrounding cold had dissipated a lot.

After a long time, the phone rang,
Han Jin took out his mobile phone and frowned when he saw the display on it.

"Hey?"

The head teacher stood in the corridor, looking at Xie Huan in the office through the window,
Thinking of the scene I saw just now, I swallowed in panic, and said in a trembling voice:

"Doctor Yu, something happened to Xie Huan and Yu Hao." The homeroom teacher felt that it was not good to say so, and said, "Xie Huan is fine. He got into a fight, and someone else has something to do."

Han Jin pursed his lips, his constricted pupils suddenly relaxed, and his voice was gentle.

"That's good, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Han Jin held the car door handle and pulled it back.

With a sudden snap, the handle snapped.

Han Jin looked at the palm of his hand with unpredictable eyes, sighed softly and got into the car.

Xie Huanan sat quietly on the sofa in the office, with his head down, wondering what he was thinking.

Yu Hao pursed his lips and glanced at Xie Huan from the corner of his eye. He felt a little uneasy, and couldn't believe that such a cruel thing just now was done by such a soft and cute boy.

Han walked to the office as quickly as possible, feeling a little worried in her heart, she was afraid that the little cutie would be emotionally unstable and do something that she would regret.

The head teacher finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person coming, and said softly, "Go in."

Han Jin nodded, pushed open the door and walked in, seeing the little cutie with her head down, with restless and gloomy aura on her body, she felt a sharp pain in her heart.

She walked slowly to him and knelt down, reaching out to touch his face.

It was knocked off with a "snap".

Yu Hao pursed his lips, knowing that he was obviously superfluous here, and walked out of the office tactfully.

Xie Huan looked at the hand with sharp knuckles in front of him, and there was a dazzling red spot on the back of the hand.

There was a trace of panic in Mo Tong, and then he was submerged in the calm dead sea again, but there was a surge of turbulence in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)