Fast time travel: Attack the villain, the villain takes advantage of her beauty

Seeing that Sheng Wu came back soon, Huai Jin didn't say much, walked forward silently, moved her fingertips, but didn't have the courage to hold her hand.

She just raised her lips and smiled softly, her eyes full of soft light.

"Master."

Sheng Wu looked at the word "囍" in his hand, "You cut this?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his jade finger to take the paper-cut in his hand, and stroked it with his fingertips.

"Well, the rest of the things are busy with the people arranged by the suzerain, so I want to cut a Chinese character "囍" by myself and stick it on the window next to our bed, what do you think?"

Sheng Wu looked down, her amber eyes shimmering, she looked up at him, smiled and nodded.

"Okay, you decide." After a pause, she remembered something, "I'm about to get married, and you still call me 'Master'."

Huai Jin stared blankly, met her clear and beautiful eyes, and suddenly smiled handsomely.

"Okay..." After hesitating for two seconds, he lightly opened his thin lips, and tentatively said the two words that he had been expecting in his heart but was unwilling to reveal.

"Ah Wu..."

Although it was only two words, Huaijin's deep and textured voice seemed extraordinarily tender and tender.

Looking at his star-bright eyes, Sheng Wu's cold face had a soft and gentle smile, her brows and eyes curved.

"Ajin."

Afterwards, the affairs here were handed over to the people arranged by Zao Wou-ki.

And Huai Jin followed Sheng Wu back to her main hall.

This time, Huai Jin was ordered to serve Sheng Wu to take a bath, but he also went down while washing.

The red tent spring night, but this night is dominated by Shengwu.

When Huaijin fell deeply in love, he called Ah Wu countless times.

But Sheng Wu didn't call out "A Jin" again.

......

late at night.

"Shh!"

Huai Jin, who was half asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils were filled with black mist and bloodshot eyes, the veins on the back of his hand clutching the quilt suddenly popped up, and the blue-purple veins appeared abstinent and pale!

It made his face condense in pain, but he felt that there was someone beside him, so he suppressed the severe pain and the sound of panting breathing, and carefully turned his head to look at the person who seemed to be sleeping beside him.

He tentatively lifted the quilt, found that Sheng Wu hadn't moved, and slowly got out of bed.

Then, clutching his heart, he staggered out first, and then walked to the study room away from the bedroom.

"vomit!"

After coming to the study, Huai Jin subconsciously set up a barrier to prevent the movement from shocking Sheng Wu.

At the moment when the enchantment was completed, a mouthful of blood spit out from the corner of his mouth, dyeing his white undershirt red!

It even dripped on the carpet.

Seeing this, Huai Jin frowned deeply, this carpet was given to A Wu by Hua Lingjiu, she likes this carpet.

Huai Jin immediately knelt on the ground, took out the spirit spring in the space, and immediately handled the bloodstain carefully.He used to kill people and absorb energy, and sometimes he disliked the blood all over his body and got used to dealing with blood stains.

But this time, his blood couldn't be handled well, because the deep red was dyed black!

Even, just as he wiped it clean, he suddenly spit out black blood uncontrollably. It looked weird and chilling, and it was shocking!

Huai Jin's pupils trembled, and his fingertips trembled as he quickly cleaned up the blood on the carpet.

He knew that this was the result that he was about to go mad and couldn't suppress it, but the only thing that could be suppressed in the previous life was the resentment on Sheng Wu's body after her death. She was strong enough, and the unique nourishment of resentment with the ruthless way could balance him magic energy.

Obviously he has been suppressed for five years, why is he still so ferocious, so that he has no chance to prevent it, these years he has been listening to Sheng Wu's arrangement or he himself wants to kill people and absorb power, so eager for quick success that his body can't bear it.

No, he is going to get married tomorrow, it is the wedding with Master, he can't have an accident at this time!

He is not willing!

Huai Jin clenched his fists tightly, then immediately took a pill and sat cross-legged on the carpet.

Closing his eyes, the black and red intertwined spiritual energy in his hand was continuously released, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were faintly covered with black silk threads. He was forcibly exercising, suppressing those demonic energy at the cost of burning his life!

After about ten minutes, Huai Jin's pale face finally had a rosy glow.

Then he opened his eyes, and immediately got up and went to a mirror in front of the desk. He stood in front of the mirror and slowly put his hand on the silver mask given by Shengwu on his left face.

Pupils moved slightly and hesitated for a second, Huai Jin pursed her lips and flexed her fingers to take off the mask.

This is a handsome face that cannot be described in words.

Under the mask that Huai Jin had worn for ten years, the place where there was a black and ugly birthmark was now clean and flawless, with clear and smooth outlines, a plump nose, and a demon-like beauty.

In particular, the slightly raised scarlet at the end of his eyes reveals a silent sense of charm, if there are really adjectives.

That is the mysterious bewitchment like the sea monster.

Looking at the birthmark seal that she finally eliminated at the cost of burning her life, Huai Jin's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help laughing softly, her pupils were misty and ecstatic, and the tails of her eyes were desolate and red.

He finally doesn't have to bear that ugly face anymore, and he can perfectly marry the master tomorrow!

He can give the best to his master, and won't make her feel ashamed and regret it, he is better than Yu Chenming!

Huaijin's eyes were full of longing and soft light for tomorrow, and she looked towards the bedroom from a distance, with extremely lingering affection and paranoid love.

Finally, he cleaned up the smell and traces of blood in the study, and was about to turn around and prepare to go back to the bedroom.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

With a calm and handsome appearance, he turned his head slowly, staring at the painting on the wall covered with white gauze.

I don't know why, Huaijin walked over in a strange way, perhaps thinking of Sheng Wu's ten years ago, or even the five years that he has been with her, she seldom but focused on painting.

His eyes moved, he had never seen Sheng Wu draw a complete painting, or in other words, a painting without a human face.