Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Chapter 1163 Little Angel and Psychosis 04

Chapter 1163 Little Angel and Psychosis 04

The bedroom was very quiet.

Hill sat up again and heard the sound of the silver chain shaking and jingling.

Subconsciously looking at the corner of the curtain, no one was sitting in the corner.

Hill was as uncomfortable in the dim bedroom as he was in the attic.

He slowly turned his blue eyes and observed everything in the room. His gaze fell on the corner connecting to the living room corridor, where a mirror was placed.

Hill walked to the floor-length mirror and looked at himself in the mirror, his face expressionless, like a jade porcelain doll without a soul.

He changed his clothes again, wearing them longer than yesterday, and the smell of that man was still on his clothes.

After a long time, he spread his wings and touched the blue wings.

In the angel star, the pure blue symbolizes lowliness and unworthiness. He lowered his eyelashes and suddenly remembered what the man said.

But...it's gone.

Hill's anxiety became more and more serious. He folded his wings and walked out of the bedroom. The silver chain links on his feet no longer blocked him, and there was no longer a long chain, but a shiny link.

There were so many rooms on this floor alone that Hill didn't know where to go and almost got lost in the corridor.

In the empty and quiet luxury corridor, Hill walked slowly, his long hair was messy and disheveled, and he looked blankly at the corner corridors one after another. The oil paintings on the walls made him feel suffocated and depressed.

After being unable to find his way several times, Hill felt depressed and his vision was blurry. The corridor in front of him seemed to be shrinking rapidly and the world was spinning.

He suddenly fell to the ground, his arms barely supporting his body, his soft white hair falling down to block his sight, and his mind went dark.

His chest rose slightly and he breathed slowly. Hill knew that this was a reaction after losing the energy heart stone, but there was nothing he could do about it.

His trembling body rested against the wall for a long time before he finally regained some strength. He tasted blood in his mouth and felt extremely uncomfortable.

Hill saw the shiny buckle at his ankle, and accidentally reached out and touched it. It was the man who put it on him, but he disappeared.

What is this place? Is it really a prison?

The sudden footsteps startled Hill, and he looked at the person with some horror. It was another human being he had never seen before.

The assistant didn't expect to see Hill here either.

"Do you... need help?"

The assistant didn't dare to look up after just one glance. He hesitated but couldn't step forward.

The husband is very possessive of the things he likes and cannot be touched by others. If he helps someone up, his arm may not be saved.

But if he doesn't help him...if something happens, he won't let him go.

The assistant never expected that the work problem he would face so early in the morning would be whether to support him or not.

Hill shook his head and moved back with his palms on the ground, resisting silently.

"Then wait a minute, I'll call the husband over for you." The assistant left a hurried message and went to find Jinchen.

Hill still remembered that the man was Mr.

He took a deep breath with pain for a long time, then reluctantly stood up and walked slowly behind the man just now.

At this time, there is the second basement room of the house.

The kneeling man in a suit had blood on his cheeks and his life hung on by a thread.

Jinchen sat across from them, his knuckled fingers tapping carelessly beside the wheelchair.

"I'll give you one last chance. Who arranged for you to come in?" the butler scolded. The iron whip in his hand was hooked with barbs, which was more terrifying than a torture instrument.

"If you don't tell the truth, sir, I won't be able to spare you."

The man couldn't resist the fear and gritted his teeth and spoke out, "It's the head of the family... He, he asked me to be an undercover agent in the assistant team. If necessary... I will report to him my husband's recent itinerary when necessary."

It was just an itinerary. The man thought that even if he was discovered, he would just be expelled, but he never thought it would be so serious.

As soon as the man finished speaking, Jin Chen grabbed the antique porcelain from the display cabinet behind him and smashed it on his head.

With a snap, the priceless porcelain fell into pieces, and the man's head exploded, bleeding profusely and he passed out.

Jinchen's hand was spattered with blood, but his expression remained unchanged. With a sullen frown and eyes, he took the handkerchief handed over by the butler and wiped it lightly.

"Dispose of it."

"Yes."

The assistant hurriedly entered and glanced at the colleagues who were dragged away on the ground. Without asking anything, he whispered to Jinchen: "Sir, that person is looking for you."

"go back."

The assistant pushed him out of the basement, thinking that the man had still fallen in the corridor and hadn't gotten up. Unexpectedly, as soon as he returned to the first floor, he saw Hill standing hesitant at the top of the stairs.

Hesitating whether to go down, but frightened by the extremely dense dark space, Hill's eyes brightened slightly, and he walked quickly when he saw Jin Chen.

Jinchen threw away the handkerchief, and the assistant left knowingly, leaving only two people in the corridor.

He stretched out his hand towards Hill, who was walking quickly but made no other movements, and his palm touched his thin fingertips, which were extremely cold.

Hill leaned over and almost lay on Jinchen to smell it. He smelled the smell of blood, and then lightly touched his forearm.

"It's not my blood." Jinchen was in a very good mood, and it was difficult for him to explain a few words. His arms tried hard to pull the person into his arms, but Hill wrinkled his nose and stepped back to refuse to hug him. His resistance to the smell of blood was obvious. .

Hate the taste.

Jinchen raised his eyebrows and leaned back lazily, "If you don't let me hug you, you won't have food to eat later."

Hill: "..."

He bit his lip in confusion, took the initiative to throw himself into his arms, nestled into his arms, and then covered his nose with his hands.

Jinchen looked funny, but saw that Hill had some bruises on his arms. He lifted up his shirt and saw that his thighs also had bruises of varying degrees, and some were even purple.

"What's going on?" The smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and his fingertips caressed the bruise on his thigh.

Hill was extremely tired in the morning. He sat in his arms and raised his eyes blearily. He made a sound, pointed to the corner, and then pointed back to his legs.

"Falled?"

Hill nodded, his eyes filled with mist, and he felt like crying again after being asked such a question that implied concern.

He sniffed, leaned on Jinchen's shoulder, and quietly grasped the corners of his clothes.

Jinchen held the little angel in his arms, patted her back gently, and controlled the wheelchair to go upstairs.