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

The presiding judge was covered in blood, and when he grabbed her, Jiang Zijin could smell the choking smell of blood on his body.

His face was paler than usual, but the strength in his hands remained undiminished.

Jiang Zijin was teleported from the sub-campus to the main campus by him half-embracing him.

The scene in front of me is constantly changing, and most of the piercing wind is blocked by the presiding judge——

His breathing was heavy, his chest was heaving up and down, and his temperature was icy cold. Following Jiang Zijin's direction, he could only see his sharp-edged chin, and his thin lips tightly pressed together.

"Close your eyes."

Jiang Zijin's hands gripped the hem of his clothes even tighter, her hair was blown back by the wind, and she obediently closed her eyes.

The sound of the wind whistled in his ears, accompanied by the occasional thunder in the clouds, Jiang Zijin dared not move.

When she opened her eyes again, the familiar dormitory building appeared in front of her eyes.

The restriction outside the building was broken, and dozens of bats hovered in the sky. The gloomy sky and bats flapping their wings looked very strange.

Jiang Zijin was half-carried into the basement of the building, and the scene inside was completely new.

There is no thick dust, the candlesticks and fireworks are shaking, and all the furniture is new. The low-luxury European style reveals abstinence and indifference, without any human touch.

There were originally four portraits of previous judges in the center of the wall, but now only one is still hanging on it.

"how?"

Noticing that Jiang Zijin was looking at the wall, the man pulled the corners of his mouth, his voice neither salty nor weak.

"The other portraits were put away by me, and they looked intrusive."

There was no respect in his words, "I'm dead, what are you doing hanging on it?"

Jiang Zijin struggled for her hand, but found that she couldn't get rid of it, so she simply saved her strength and gave up struggling.

"Your hangs on it too..."

The presiding judge asked, "Am I dead?"

Jiang Zijin: "..."

"When did you finish cleaning this?"

The basement has a very large space. If you want to organize and decorate it as it is now, it will take more energy and time than just one day.

Judge: "One spell can solve it."

"That's how it was here, I just restored it to how it was."

He answered Jiang Zijin's every question without hesitation.

"I don't like living on it."

"I don't like living where other people have lived."

The presiding judge glanced around, "It seems that Vihir also had the same idea as me. After my 'death', he didn't come to live in my basement either."

Jiang Zijin wanted to ask again: "Vihill—"

The presiding judge interrupted her, his blood red eyes half closed, "I advise you not to talk to me about him now."

He took her to a closed door with familiarity, pushed the door open with his foot, and walked in.

"You will live here from now on."

The layout inside was not too different from the room above that Jiang Zijin lived in. The bed was twice as big as the one upstairs, enough for three or four people to lie on it without being crowded.

The presiding judge put her down on the bed, and the tip of his nose moved slightly, smelling a bit of blood on her body.

"injured?"

The man took off her ill-fitting shoes.

The skin on Jiang Zijin's heel was worn out, because she had been in a tense mood before, which made her less sensitive to pain perception, and now she was all focused on the wound, so she started to feel the pain.

She twitched her foot, but didn't.

"release."

The voice is soft and has no deterrent effect.

"Tsk."

Yao was already lightly helping her take off her shoes, and the shoes inevitably rubbed against the wound, causing her to gasp, and the corners of her eyes were also red.

"pain......"

The presiding judge threw the shoe on the ground casually, and snorted twice inexplicably.

"pain?"

"Knowing that I'm here and running faster than a rabbit, why didn't you cry out for pain?"

Jiang Zijin turned her head away from looking at him.

The presiding judge changed his face and said in a cold voice, "You are the only one who is stubborn."

"It hurts."

As he said so, the man's hand holding her calf was not loose at all. His knees were slightly bent, and he was about to press down on the bed when he noticed the dirty blood stains on his body belatedly.

Yao frowned tightly, and he whispered an obscure spell, his face turned paler than before, and he took a breath before recovering.

All the blood on his body faded, and even the clothes on Jiang Zijin's body that were stained by him returned to their original color.

"Don't move."

The man forcibly suppressed Jiang Zijin's resistance, the weakness of his body made him unable to control the sensitivity of his body, and any sound that entered his ears was amplified countless times.

Including the sense of smell.

After being seriously injured, a vampire usually relies on eating to keep his body active and healthy.

Often the vampires would raise three or four vampires for their own enjoyment.

The presiding judge looked at Jiang Zijin's snow-white neck under the light. Under the thin skin were blood vessels with clear veins, and the blood was flowing slowly.

—she was his property.

Only he has bitten down there completely, and only he can clearly understand the sweetness of Jiang Zijin's blood.

As long as he was a little tougher, Jiang Zijin would not be able to refuse his request to suck blood.

The presiding judge's cold voice was half hoarse, "I'll help you heal."

The black mist filled Jiang Zijin's heels, slowly nourishing her small wound that was only broken.

Even though using this little black mist would consume a lot of his mind, the presiding judge still didn't want Jiang Zijin's eyes to turn red because of this little pain.

He would rather Jiang Zijin was crying on the bed with red eyes.

Like a dodder flower, it wrapped around his limbs softly, begging him for mercy.

"Okay."

The wound on Jiang Zijin's heel had long since healed, and the black mist wrapped around her calf, black and white with a strong sense of color difference.

She couldn't see where the judge's wound was.

The man's face was almost transparent, especially when he was healing her wound just now.

Jiang Zijin grabbed the quilt with her fingers and asked him in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

His face was too pale, his lips were pale, and he looked very weak.

"Are you worried about me?"

Jiang Zijin didn't speak again.

The man bent down, put her legs on the bed, and took out another thing from the bedside table, and the iron jingled.

Jiang Zijin followed the prestige, and saw that he was holding two long chains in his hands, and seeing her looking over, he was still in the mood to smile at her, the smile was a little sinister.

"No way, you are too disobedient."

Jiang Zijin felt that his scalp was going to explode.