Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

The familiar smell filled the lung cavity, the broad shoulders, the reassuring embrace.

Her nose suddenly became sore, and she couldn't help but grabbed his clothes and cried.

"Ai, Aivis..."

Elvis hugged her with one hand and kissed her on the forehead comfortingly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Then he raised his eyes to scan the dark stairs, raised a hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and made a gesture of beckoning.

Matt, who was tumbling down in a panic, was brought over like a puppet on a string.

He seemed to have just woken up. The moment he saw Elvis, his legs were so frightened that his legs went limp, and his limbs naturally hung down in the air.

"Cam, Mr. Campbell..."

Matt stammered: "This thing, this thing can explain..."

But Ives just gave him a look, and he was so scared that he couldn't say the rest.

"Be good, don't cry yet."

He lowered his head and gently wiped away the tears from the little blood servant's face.

"How can my little blood servant cry because of other people, you are mine, no one can make you cry except me."

He patted his little blood servant, and with the index finger of his other hand, he swiped casually, and Matt's two eyes were directly gouged out.

The shrill screams continued to echo in the stone steps.

"Forgive me, my lord, please forgive me—"

Matt was hanging high in the air, his legs kicking in vain, his hands covering his eyes in pain, blood dripping from between his fingers and onto the stone slab.

In the midst of the screams, Elvis gently kissed the little blood servant's eyes, then the nose, and finally kissed the little blood servant, stopping her thin crying.

After soothing her, he healed the wound on her arm.

But the dried blood on the arm of the white jade lotus root was still reminding Elvis that his little blood servant was injured!

Elvis narrowed his eyes viciously.

He never thought that someone would dare to attack her after knowing that she belonged to him.

Thinking of the scene where the man pressed her against the wall just now, Elvis felt a trace of anger after a long absence.

The breath became violent.

But his face was still gentle, and he lowered his head and kissed the little blood servant lightly, coaxing the little blood servant to turn around to see Matt's miserable condition.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

He still held her waist with one arm, letting her lean against him, so that the little blood servant could not see the expression on his face.

"Now, let us look at the fate of the despicable."

Elvis' eyes were cold, and Void made a movement of putting his fingers together, and Matt's screams echoed in the spacious stone steps.

His body seemed to be grasped so suddenly that the bones shattered inch by inch, making a 'creaking' sound.

The limbs and torso slowly squeezed together at the central point, gradually becoming distorted.

Blood trickled out of his nose, eyes, mouth, and ears.

But the vampire's ability to recover from injury is very fast, and those bones are broken and healed back and forth repeatedly.

The scene looks scary, but it's not bloody.

Perhaps Elvis was also afraid of scaring the little blood servant in his arms.

But that alone is not enough.

He is the only one who can make his little blood servant bleed and cry!

Elvis' eyes fell on Matt's hand.

In the next second, his hand started from the fingers and bent in the opposite direction one by one.

Because of the serious dislocation, some joints protruded horizontally from the flesh with a 'poof'.

The white joints are exposed brightly.

"Ahhh-"

Matt's screams became even more horrific, tears and snot mixed with blood kept pouring out.