Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

Jiang Zijin's mind exploded with a 'buzz', as if he couldn't hear anything at once.

Hitchel's voice was hoarse, "Instead of letting him succeed first, it's better for me..."

In the next second, someone pressed down hard on his head.

Austin appeared behind him out of nowhere, and said bluntly, "What are you talking about?"

Vihir stood politely by the door and didn't come in. He changed his clothes, with his shirt tucked into his trousers, revealing a perfect figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist, elegant and refined.

The bright silver long hair in the mid-length style hangs over the shoulders, as if coated with a layer of silver light.

"I came here when I heard a little noise here, so I didn't bother you."

Vihir's gentle eyes fell on Hitchel, he noticed the blood stains on the ground, and his voice was unhurried.

"He's never been very clean."

Vihir smiled friendly at Jiang Zijin, snapped his fingers in the air, without even chanting the spell, the blood stains on the ground miraculously disappeared.

"Fuck, who doesn't like to be clean." Hitchel cursed in a low voice, and brushed Austin's hand away, "Vihill, what are you doing here?"

Vihir stood still, and replied softly, "The legs grow on my body."

Hitchel was annoyed at the sight of him.

Austin said: "Okay, okay, why are you still acting like a child at such an old age."

He turned to look at Jiang Zijin, "Are you okay?"

Jiang Zijin didn't seem to be okay at all, she hung her head, her face was abnormally pale, the successive fright and uneasiness made her tighten her dress, her black eyelashes cast a small shadow on her face.

Hitchel said impatiently: "I don't know who has come in here."

"Scared her."

Vihir didn't speak, Austin touched his chin, "Did you scare her by entering the room dirty?"

But any normal person would be terrified when he saw a man covered in blood standing by the bed and staring straight at him.

Hitchel sneered, "You have the nerve to say it."

"I don't know who it is, and they didn't even notify me of the news that she moved in."

Austin glanced.

Hitchel stood up, patted the non-existent dust on his body, and laughed.

"Didn't you do it on purpose?"

Verhir said, "You went out, and I didn't have time to tell you."

Austin blew his whistle and pretended not to hear it.

Jiang Zijin: "..."

Hitchel looked at Jiang Zijin, held back, but still couldn't hold back, and said coldly, "You have seen it too, Vihir has a dark heart, and he just didn't tell me on purpose."

"I didn't know you were here. This was originally the guest room I placed, and it has been useless. If I knew you were here, I would definitely not..."

He hesitated to speak, but then forced himself back, and said forcefully:

"I saw the lights in the room turned on, so I thought about coming over to take a look."

Jiang Zijin: "Oh..."

"Just 'oh'?" The expression on Hitchel's face became harder, as if he would turn his face in the next second, "You—"

Austin stopped him.

"what."

Hitchel was holding back his anger, but he couldn't express it to Jiang Zijin.

"I really owe you."

Jiang Zijin shrank her neck.

She didn't say anything, Hitchel's temper was too bad.

"Miss Jiang."

Vihir walked over, half squatted under the edge of the bed, and put his hands on her shoulders.

"What did you just see?"

The man's hand was broad and powerful, under the thin layer of skin on the back of the hand, light blue blood vessels were faintly visible.

Jiang Zijin's mind was still a little confused, so he repeated what he had just said to Hitchel and told him.

After hearing this, Vihir half-closed his eyes and said, "I will check again."

Austin lazily said, "The vampires who can leave their bodies for two days in a row first rule out most of them."

"Inferior vampires are not qualified to cast this kind of spell."

Hitchell nodded.

Austin spoke unceremoniously, "With such an exclusion, there are only ten people who are still studying at St. Celia College and meet the requirements."

He added, "Oh, including us."

Hitchel frowned, "Since they can use the 'substitution spell', it is not difficult to break into the school."

Austin shrugged, "So, I didn't count those who were out of school. If all of them were counted, then the scope would be large."

Jiang Zijin said, "Then I..."

She wants to ask if she still wants to stay here.

Visher was originally listening to their analysis in silence, but when he heard this, he raised his eyes to look at hers, his blood-red pupils narrowed slightly, and his voice was a bit undeniably tough.

"Still living here, the matter of the soul body is my mistake, I didn't expect it."

Sitting on the bed, Jiang Zijin pursed her lips.

She was also harassed by the "soul body" here, and she might not be able to escape back to the original dormitory. For her, it's the same wherever she is.

Vihir understood the expression on her face, and slightly slowed down his voice:

"I can't protect against everything, but the only thing I can guarantee is that nothing can endanger your life by staying here."

"No one can hurt you."

Jiang Zijin's heart skipped a beat, she raised her head, and her eyes met Vihir's.

Vihir's handsome face was completely different from the man in his mind.

'No one can hurt you'.

She also heard this sentence in the previous world.

Jiang Zijin thought of Zhou Zeyu who was shot and jumped into the lake in the last world. He didn't hurt her, and he didn't even think of bringing her to die with him when he finally committed suicide.

After Zhou Zeyu died, she actually quietly went to the lake.She stretched out her hand to the surface of the water, but within a few seconds, her hand was red and numb from the cold.

Maybe when Zhou Zeyu jumped in, it was colder than she felt.

Vihir patted her head, "Now your task is to not think about anything and get a good night's sleep."

Jiang Zijin looked back at him and opened his mouth, "Okay."

Vihir straightened up, he glanced at Hitchel, "Come with me."

He walked in the front, and Austin glanced into the room when he closed the door.

Jiang Zijin lay back on the bed again, and a desk lamp was turned on on the bed, dispelling the heaviness of the night.

Directly opposite the bed, the huge mirror was emitting a faint dark light, and a vague human-shaped shadow appeared in the center of the mirror, surrounded by a layer of faint black mist.

In the blink of an eye, the traces were hidden.

Nobody noticed.