my villain is too cute

Chapter 225 My Little Poor (39)

Early in the morning,

The sky is not the dark blue and dark at night, it is starting to turn slightly white.

The faint moonlight shines on the ground through the gaps in the curtains, and the rustling of fallen leaves can be heard outside from time to time.

The house was quiet and peaceful.

Han Jin propped his head on his side, his eyes were softly looking at the sleeping sweet cutie.

Xie Huan turned over unconsciously, probably because he felt the security around him, he pouted his red lips, took a long breath and continued to fall asleep.

Han Jin smiled dotingly, kissed his warm cheek, covered him with the quilt, got up and got out of bed.

In the living room, Han Jin looked at his fingers that were already red and swollen due to broken bones, a strange color flashed across his eyes, and he sighed slowly.

"Jinghong, is there a tool that can suppress power?"

"What do you think?" Jinghong replied speechlessly.

Han Jin frowned, knowing that what she was asking was nonsense, nothing in the world could carry her strength.

But it's okay now, if more strength is restored in the future, this small world will not be able to bear it.

Even if it is only recovered by one ten-thousandth, it is enough to make these worlds collapse.

Han Jin squinted his eyes, his expression was thoughtful, and his bright red lips were tightly pursed.

After a while, he sighed helplessly, feeling a little depressed.

Jing Hong pursed his lips tightly, knowing that Han Jin had come up with the only feasible solution.

His expression was complicated, with a little gratitude in his eyes.

Han Jin is a god, these weak powers are enough for her to easily take back all her soul fragments.

But the fragments are fused with the warm soul, if he is forced to take it out, he will damage his soul at least, and destroy the world at worst.

Moreover, the filth in his soul must be cleared, otherwise, the purpose of this trip would be meaningless.

Jinghong looked at the glass ball, the blue color inside was pure and crystal clear, pure and clean, without any impurities.

He didn't know how much Han Jin remembered during this time, and he didn't dare to ask.

Han Jin used his divine power to heal his hands, and looked at the trees outside the window, a fallen leaf slowly fell in those out-of-focus black pupils.

Her slender legs were crossed casually, and a hand with exquisite knuckles was beating her thigh casually, and the lines from wrist bone to phalange bone were exquisite and elegant.

After a while,
Han Jin stared calmly at the intact hand, and the breath on his body was a little irritated.

After a while, he took out the computer from the space, tapped the keyboard with his fingers loosely, his expression was calm, but somewhat dangerous.

If she is not happy, others should not be happy either.
So how can the little cutie who bullies her live a stable life.

At some point, the sound of pattering rain sounded outside. In this cold autumn, in the deep night, the chaotic sound of rain added a bit of vitality to the depressing atmosphere.

Han Jin lay lazily on the sofa, no emotion could be seen on his face, his eyes were flickering on and off looking at the computer screen.

It was destined to be a night of blood and rain, and how could they escape after committing the unforgivable sin.

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When Xie Huan woke up, it was already noon. In this cloudy and cloudy autumn, it was rare to see a sunny day outside.

He sat up in a daze, the coolness forced him to fall back into the warm blanket.

Xie Huan nestled obediently under the quilt, only showing a little furry head, looking lazy.

When Han Jin came in, he saw his ignorant and cute look, and his heart softened. He approached him and squatted beside the bed, rubbing his messy hair.

　Good evening (>_<)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)