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

Jiang Zijin didn't understand why he was making a fuss, and his hands were grabbed tightly.

"Hitchel?"

She twitched her hand and found that she couldn't pull it back at all, "?"

Hitchel stared at her bright red lips. There was still a little sweat from running on the girl's gorgeous facial features, which wet the hair on the side of her face. Even in the dark torture room, she was very eye-catching and beautiful.

"I know where Verhill and Austin are."

Jiang Zijin's eyes lit up, she didn't even have time to take care of the hand holding her, and hurriedly asked, "Where is it?"

Hitchel said slowly, "Illusion."

"It's an independent 'prison' set up by the judge. It's hard for outsiders to get in, and it's hard for people inside to get out."

Jiang Zijin felt as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on her, her eyes drooped, and she felt a little depressed.

"What should I do?"

Hitchel let go of his hand slowly, and rubbed his fingertips a few times, and there was still a bit of Jiang Zijin's breath on it, which made people feel quite happy.

In fact, he wanted to put his arms around Jiang Zijin's waist, or do other, more intimate things.

But conditions do not allow him to do too much action now, so he had to give up regretfully.

Hitchel: "Illusions are not completely unbreakable."

"The presiding judge locked me here alone and sealed all my activities with chains. It is predicted that I will not survive tonight."

He moved slightly, the spikes on his neck pierced deeper, the wound healed and penetrated again, barely maintaining a 'balance' limit.

"My current strength has been suppressed to the lowest point, and I can't even break this chain."

The man raised his head slightly, a dark light flashed in his blood-red pupils.

"But you can help me."

Jiang Zijin was taken aback, "Me?"

Hitchel glanced around, "Yes."

Jiang Zijin licked her dry lower lip nervously, and asked him in a low voice, "What do you need me to do?"

Hitchel pursed his lips and smiled. He stretched out his hand and brushed Jiang Zijin's long hair at the temples. The thick black hair fell down between his fingers, soft and slippery.

"Don't worry, you can definitely do it."

Jiang Zijin's heart skipped a beat, and the next moment, Hitchel raised his hand without warning and grabbed her by the collar, pulling her down.

"Hitchel!"

She propped her hands on the floor, keeping a distance of several centimeters between Kankan and Hitchel's faces, and their breaths were intertwined.

Hitchel's voice was low and hoarse: "I need your blood."

"Only your blood will work on me."

Jiang Zijin was forced to raise her head, revealing her snow-white and slender neck, which was clean without a trace.

After becoming a blood servant, her recovery ability is also much stronger than before, and the bloodstains bitten by the judge have faded to the naked eye.

"Jiang Zijin."

Hitchel's blood-red and gloomy eyes met her, and his voice was hoarse and ambiguous.

"You let me take a bite."

Jiang Zijin's black eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and even the side of her snow-white neck trembled.

"I......"

Hitchel: "Only if I drink enough blood can I regain my body's strength."

"When the time comes, it will be a breeze to break the chain that traps me."

There was some bewitching in his voice.

"Don't you want to go to Vihir and the others?"

"Without me breaking through the illusion, you alone cannot open the gate of the illusion."

Jiang Zijin curled up her hands, and her phalanges turned white from the exertion.

"..."

She trembled, her voice was very small, "Then you bite..."

"Can't bite for a long time."

Jiang Zijin bit her lower lip almost to the point of tearing her skin, her slender eyelashes half drooping.

"I'm afraid it's too late..."

Hitchel gasped for breath.

His hand holding onto Jiang Zijin's neckline did not let go, the corners of his mouth raised up weirdly where she couldn't see, it was eerie and sinister.

"Okay."

Hitchel raised his eyes halfway, "Come here a little more."

"I can't reach you."

Jiang Zijin sent her neck up tremblingly, and Hitchel pinched her chin and raised it upwards. Under the thin skin, there were distinct light blue veins, which were blood vessels, and there was a steady stream of blood flowing inside. of blood.

The vampire opened his white fangs and bit down unceremoniously.

Jiang Zijin frowned her long eyebrows, and rested her soft hands on Hitchel's skirt, ripping his clothes into a few messy folds.

The pleasure of being sucked made her half of her body soften immediately, as if someone was nibbling away at her sea of ​​consciousness.

The breath that escaped his mouth was hot and hot.

Hitchel maintained a posture of complete control when eating, he half encircled Jiang Zijin, and the spikes on his wrists were deeply pierced into the flesh without even realizing it.

'gu dong'

Jiang Zijin felt that her blood was draining rapidly.

The sweet blood poured from the body into another person's body, the soul seemed to be floating in the air, the scalp was numb, and the soreness from the neck spread to every corner of the body.

The sound of greedy swallowing was very clear in the quiet torture chamber.

Hitchel has never been so eager to suck a person's blood, and he is so eager that he doesn't want to let go.

He has always been indifferent and restrained towards human beings. He is unwilling to swallow blood directly from human beings. He feels it is 'unclean' and would rather drink blood that has just been taken out and is not very 'fresh'.

It wasn't until he tasted the blood from Jiang Zijin's body that he really understood the huge impact of the shattered and reorganized sense of reason and sense of taste.

——It turned out that someone could really make him abandon all the original principles to 'reshape the principles'.

His hand rubbed against Jiang Zijin's shoulder, stimulating every nerve in her brain like an electric shock.

Jiang Zijin's eyes widened suddenly, a layer of water mist protruded from the almond eyes, and his whole body was trembling sensitively, like a young trapped animal, powerless to resist.

"...Okay, okay?"

Hitchel's tall nose touched Jiang Zijin's snow-white skin, and he embedded his fangs deeper with malice, and his voice was vague.

"not yet."

Jiang Zijin was completely trapped by him, unable to cry.

Physiological tears spilled from the wet red corners of his eyes, and his voice trembled.

"Hitchel..."

Hitchel felt full of power for a long time, and the sweet blood flowed through the throat and poured into the stomach little by little, as if setting off firecrackers, causing tremors where it passed.

He drew out his white fangs, breathing heavily.

The wet tongue licked her wound little by little.

The healing effect of saliva allowed the two wounds to heal quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jiang Zijin's ears were flushed, her snowy cheeks were shining, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow on her slender face.

"Don't lick."

Hitchel didn't spare even the last bit of blood, forcibly imprisoned Jiang Zijin's body, grabbed her neck, and sucked all the sweet blood.

'click'

He broke the chain on his wrist with his bare hands, and the iron made a piercing sound that made teeth ache.

All five heavy chains were easily destroyed.

"Jin Jin."

The wounds on Hitchel's body healed quickly, and his pale skin with blood-red eyes penetrated like a ghost in hell.

"When I kill the judge—"

"I will mark you completely."