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

Vihir narrowed his eyes and looked out of the window.

The dark clouds that had piled up outside did not know when it had started to rain red, crackling and hitting the ground.

Everything reveals the unknown and weird.

The college is like crazy, especially the new recruits, they all lived in the outer city before, how could they have seen such a weird scene.

There were people running around everywhere, and the people who were still on the street were completely embarrassed by the red rain.

The scarlet red rain is not as thick as blood, but a liquid as dense as water, exuding a strange smell.

"what?!"

"It's the judge, it's him..."

"Is today Judgment Day? Didn't it happen every 200 years before──"

"Why is he still alive?!"

"It's Yao, it's Master Yao──"

They hadn't seen the presiding judge for so long, they all thought the presiding judge was dead.

Although the blood race has a long life, there is also a day when the deadline is approaching.

Each of their blood races deeply remembers the Judgment Day held 200 years ago.

The presiding judge Yao used his thunderous means to strangle and kill all those who were considered "disqualified" or blood.

He has a mirror that can know good and evil. When the figure reflected in the mirror is a ghost face, it means that this person has done something that violated the "rules" before. The impact of the incident is judged by the color of the ghost face.

As for Yao, no matter how dark or dark his color is, as long as he violates the "rules", he will be strangled.

This violent method aroused the anger of everyone at the time, thinking that he was too ruthless and cold-blooded, and spontaneously organized a team to challenge the presiding judge.

That year, the whole town had a lingering smell of blood, the blood soaked the ground, and there were corpses and limbs of blood races everywhere.

Wearing a pair of white gloves, the presiding judge sat on a high platform with his forehead slightly supported.

Even the gloves, which were as white as new, did not leave any trace of blood after two consecutive days of violent suppression.

He looked at the miserable scene in front of him viciously, curled up the corners of his lips coldly, and his voice was clear and slightly hoarse.

"Have you taken it?"

The prince, who was seriously injured, half-kneeled on the ground, the blood on his body was so thick that he could no longer see the original color of his clothes.

──No one dared to respond.

…………

Hitchel kicked on the table, "Just him?"

"I don't want to see how crazy Yao is now, and he still wants to dominate Judgment Day, so the dead outside the town are not counted against him?"

Austin: "I don't believe that he can still have such a thing as "fairness". Isn't the trial 100 years in advance, isn't it a deliberate targeting?"

"As soon as you are resurrected, there are several meanings to having Judgment Day. If you want to find a suitable reason to get rid of us, just like the last prince──"

"Don't forget how the prince died."

Visher didn't speak, he moved his fingertips slightly, and the curtains were drawn instantly, blocking the scene outside the window.

"Sooner or later he will find fault with us."

Hitchel: "Isn't this nonsense, not to mention we still have—"

As soon as his words stopped, he looked at Jiang Zijin who was standing in the corner.

"she."

Jiang Zijin felt apprehensive, she tried her best to reduce her presence.

Vihir also looked at her, "You are very dangerous now."

"Yao has never selected a blood servant before, now you are selected..."

"Who knows what he wants to do."

Jiang Zijin lowered her head, her fingers tangled together.

Vihir: "We all have to go out and grab his real body. I threw his head into the basement—"

Austin interrupted him, "I didn't see that head in the cupboard, probably he took it away."

Vihir was taken aback for a moment, "So fast?"

He sighed regretfully, with obvious regret in his tone, "I thought it would take a long time for him to find his head."

"It's not safe anywhere in a dorm," Austin said.

Vihir shrugged, "I know, but it doesn't matter. I chopped up the other parts of his body and threw them into the sea. Even if I wanted to find them, they would probably be difficult to detect."

"Maybe it was eaten and digested by the fish."

Jiang Zijin: "???"

Vihir really spoke the most terrifying words in the most flat tone.

Vihir: "We must find his real body as soon as possible, before his strength fully recovers."

Austin nodded in agreement.

Hitchel looked at Jiang Zijin, "What about the marks on her body?"

Vihir: "I'll explain."

The two turned their heads to look at him, "How do you solve it?"

Vihir: "Mark coverage."

Austin's face gradually became strange when he heard this sentence.

Hitchel slapped the table and stood up, "Vihill, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Mark override?!"

For the vampires, the marking ceremony of blood servants is as private as a human having sex with fish and water, and it is even less likely that there is a possibility of marking coverage.

Jiang Zijin was startled by his voice.

She didn't know much about it, and she couldn't detect anything wrong.

Vihir turned to look at him, "What, is there a problem?"

He returned to the sofa, his posture was lazy and casual, his eyelids were slightly raised, and his tone was mocking.

"Is there anything else you can think of? I'm all ears."

Hitchel's face changed several times in a row, his lips were murmured, but he didn't speak.

"..."

Just when everyone thought he would stop talking, Hitchel said in a calm and rough voice:

"As long as you can mark coverage, can't I?"

"How can you take advantage of everything like this?"

Jiang Zijin: "???"

There was an eerie silence in the room.

Vihir looked at Jiang Zijin, pointed to the room farthest from the living room, and said to Jiang Zijin with a gentle smile: "You go there first, I have something to say to them."

Jiang Zijin's scalp was numb, and her voice trembled unconsciously, "Oh..."

It wasn't until the soft sound of the door closing reached the ears of the three people in the living room that Vihir finally opened his mouth in relief.

"What do you want to do?"

The man touched his chin, and the golden mirror chain slid slightly on the side of his face, forming a graceful arc, making him gentle and elegant.

"Actually, there is no other way."

He groaned with a smile, "No one stipulates that marking coverage can only be covered by one person's bite marks."

"Or……"

"Don't you guys want to come together?"