Quick travel system: the villain is a female supporting role

Chapter 430 (5)

If she still can't figure out the situation, then he doesn't mind letting her wake up as soon as possible.

With a dark look in his eyes, Jing Yuxuan slowly raised his right hand and stretched out two fingers to touch her chest and heart, as if the heart would be dug out in the next moment.Jian Ming was taken aback by his sudden movement, she looked up in surprise, panic was evident in her eyes.

"Keep in mind your identity, don't try to escape, and you can save yourself a little bit of suffering, otherwise I don't mind digging out your heart. I heard that the nine drops of blood from the heart are the most nourishing. Besides, remember my Name, Jing Yuxuan."

The words without the slightest emotion were chillingly cold, Jian Ming quickly lowered her eyes, and nodded wildly pretending to be afraid.But she was very depressed in her heart, she couldn't escape from this hellish place even if she wanted to!
Her idea was quickly overturned by the facts.

After seeing her honest appearance, Jing Yuxuan left the sarcophagus very satisfied, and came back half an hour later, holding her and leaving the stone chamber.When her body passed through the stone wall, Jian Ming couldn't help but close her eyes. It was a strange experience, as if she was suffocated for a moment, and then recovered again.

The times of suffocation from the air being pulled away can be felt, and she has passed through several stone chambers one after another, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a shining morning star hanging in the sky.The cold wind on the top of the mountain made Jian Ming shrink back into Jing Yuxuan's arms. Although the other's body was not warm, she still did this movement very naturally.

Jing Yuxuan noticed her movement, couldn't help but glanced at her, his eyes moved, he jumped down from the top of the mountain, and then swept towards the east.

The whistling wind could be heard endlessly, and then Jian Ming muttered, it was really outside!
After an unknown amount of time, Jing Yuxuan floated down from mid-air, and let Jian Ming down again.

Finally getting down to earth, Jian Ming blinked, subconsciously looking around.

This is a desolate place, with overgrown weeds, piles of strange rocks, and a crescent moon that is about to recede, making the place even more empty and lonely.Jian Ming pursed her lips, her eyes were already attracted by the only three-story western European style villa here.Under the lingering moonlight and the bright sky, the whole villa is vaguely revealed. It occupies a small area but is simple and elegant.The majestic gatehouse wall lamps were dimly lit, reflecting the carved iron gates with peeling paint. Jing Yuxuan stepped forward first and pushed the gate open.

The yard is full of out-of-season blood-red amaryllis flowers, and there is only a bluestone path leading directly to the villa.Jian Ming looked at this amaryllis flower that looked thrilling under the moonlight, and couldn't help feeling a little hairy in her heart. The other name of this amaryllis flower was Bianhua, and there was a thousand-year-old ghost in front of her.When the two think about it together, there is an inexplicable illusion of going to hell.

While she was muttering, the two of them were already standing in front of the villa door, the door opened without wind, Jing Yuxuan stepped in, and then reached out to light up the lights.In the luxuriously furnished hall, the crystal chandelier is shining brightly, and the French sofa is noble and elegant. In the blink of an eye, Jing Yuxuan was already sitting on the sofa.

"Don't go to the third floor, you can move freely on the lower two floors." Jing Yuxuan said in a cold voice, looking slightly at Jian Ming who was standing anxiously at the door.

Jian Ming glanced at him secretly, then nodded easily, then moved a little bit, turned on the lights in the corridor, and walked upstairs.

After exiting the stairs on the second floor, there is a large hall with three identical large oil paintings hanging on three sides of the wall.The content of the oil painting looks quite weird. Under the blue sky, there are endless dense clumps of flowers on the other side, and a woman in red gauze stands in the back. Slightly exposed, the action seems to be undressing.

The visual impact made Jian Ming take a few more glances.

The woman's figure is graceful, she seems to be slightly raised her head, and the curve of her neck reveals the elegance of a swan.Jian Ming inexplicably had the illusion that the woman was crying with her head up, her eyes were slightly sore, she couldn't help blinking, but in the next moment she saw a black sword descending from the sky, piercing through the woman's chest from behind , leaving only the hilt outside.Endless blood flowed from the chest and dripped into the flowers of the other shore, red and bloody intertwined.

The woman seemed to be in extreme pain, and she couldn't believe it. She turned her head slowly.

It was an exquisite face, coquettish and pure, and the bright red cinnabar on the brows added a bit of charm.There were no eyeballs in her eye sockets, and the dark and empty pupils made people palpitate and shudder. Blood and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, ran across her cheeks, and dripped slowly.

As if sensing that someone was watching her, she slightly curled the corners of her lips and smiled slightly: "Where are my eyes?"

"what!"

The weird scene made Jian Ming close her eyes again and again, and involuntarily took a few steps back. She hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from exclaiming.The scene just now played over and over again in her mind, she shook her head vigorously, boldly opened her eyes and looked at the three paintings.

There is no black sword, no face without eyeballs, it is still the stunning back.

Jian Ming bit her lower lip, a chill emerged from the bottom of her heart, she can be sure that the scene just now was not her imagination, absolutely not.

The blood all over her body was almost stiff, Jian Ming didn't even have time to turn her head, her steps had already rushed straight to the stairs, and she had already gone downstairs unconsciously.

The lights downstairs were still brightly lit, and the light of the lights dispelled some of the gloom in Jian Ming's heart, and she subconsciously looked at Jing Yuxuan who was on the sofa.

But there is no one there, not even a ghost!
The silence around him inexplicably created fear at this time, Jian Ming stood still, not daring to move, and couldn't help shouting in the next second: "Jing Yuxuan! Jing Yuxuan, are you there!"

In the empty room, there seemed to be echoes, over and over again, but there was no response.

Jian Ming clenched her hands into fists, walked a few steps quickly to where Jing Yuxuan was just now, and then slowly sat on the sofa, as if this would give her courage and enough sense of security.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Ming settled down, the fear in her heart increased instead of diminishing, she finally couldn't help crying and asked: "System, what the hell is this?!"

If she is asked to kill someone who wants to harm her now, she will not be soft in the slightest, and she will not be timid in her heart.But this kind of ghost and god talk, although I have been prepared in my heart, and I don't think I will be afraid, but when the thing comes to an end, I still feel inexplicably creepy.

"Touch the host, I don't know what the cute system is, but you don't have to be afraid, you will definitely not die."

The system's irresponsible and peculiar consolation almost made Jian Ming vomit a mouthful of old blood, she couldn't help but rolled her eyes, and still felt chills all over.It seemed that she was really the only one in the villa, and the only thing that could make a sound was the whimpering of the wind through the window.

"Miss, I haven't gone to bed yet, what can I tell the old slave?"

(End of this chapter)