Quick Wear: Another day when the villain is paying for it

Xu Ning looked at him, unable to move any further, and everything in front of her became increasingly blurry.

Something seemed to be yelling fiercely deep in my mind.

"Wake up... wake up quickly..."

"It's time to leave..."

It seemed as if someone was calling her, quickly and loudly, as if a group of people were shouting and screaming in her ears. The sound was sharp and piercing, as if it penetrated the eardrum and pierced deep into her brain.

"what--"

Xu Ning covered her ears tightly and curled up in pain.

The dazzling white light pierced her eyes, and the surrounding scene instantly retreated like a tide. The figure of Mo Shiming appeared in front of her, but he became increasingly blurry.

——She suddenly opened her eyes.

The last rays of sunset faded away, and everything outside the library was shrouded in darkness.

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Mo Shiming stared at the palm of his hand in a daze. The girl's body temperature still remained on it, but the girl had disappeared.

Ningning, she disappeared.

Right in front of him.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha——" Qi Zhe fell to the ground, looking at this weird scene and burst into laughter.

As long as he can see Mo Shiming's embarrassed look, he won't lose!

He laughed ferociously and wantonly.

"Mo Shiming, even if you have strange skills, what does it matter? She's still gone! You will lose your loved one forever! Hahahahahahahaha - uh!"

"you--"

Qi Zhe stared in a daze as his heart was pierced by a sharp sword. The blade pierced through his heart and came out of his back.

Warm blood gushed out and splashed on the face of the man in front of him. The blood slowly flowed down his cheeks, staining his scarlet and violent eyes.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!!

The sword was drawn out without hesitation. Mo Shiming was like a possessed man. His blood-stained hand grasped the hilt of the sword and stabbed it into his body again and again.

There was silence all around, except for his heavy breathing.

His jet-black hair was disheveled, and the dark red dried blood seemed to have torn his face in two. His once cold eyes were now bloodshot, and his expression was as crazy as a madman. He roared, and a fishy, ​​sweet and sticky liquid spurted out of his throat, staining the clothes on his chest, but his hands moved without any pause, over and over again, like a machine that never gets tired.

Qi Zhe died with his eyes wide open, his body pierced into a pulp by the sword, blood, flesh, and broken internal organs flying everywhere, his blood-red clothes completely gone from his lower abdomen.

Snap——

The sword was thrown to the ground and the man stumbled back.

His eyes bulged and he was breathing heavily.

He seemed to be mumbling or roaring, and he consoled himself by saying, "Impossible! How could I lose the one I love!! Ningning just went back!! She will come back!! I can still go find her!!!"

"Yes!! I can still go find her!!!"

A faint light flashed in his eyes. Unable to hear anyone's voice, he staggered out of the yard like a madman.

He locked himself in the study, not caring about his messy and dirty appearance, and tried to find a way to go to another world.

For three days, he refused to eat or drink, and no one, whether the guards or the emperor, could persuade him.

Use blood as ink to draw talismans and offer sacrifices to heaven.

The study was covered in strange symbols drawn in blood. Mo Shiming was lying on the ground with a deathly pale face, surrounded by messy papers, the blood on which had dried up to brown, and his pair of dark eyes were empty and lifeless.

The pale and cracked lips moved, and the voice was hoarse and obscure, as if it was squeezed out of the throat bit by bit, so light that it seemed to be blown away by the wind in the next second.

"Why...why can't I find it..."

He closed his eyes sadly, and hot tears slid down the corners of his eyes, across his face, leaving a cold tear mark.

When he opened his eyes again, they were bloodshot and filled with an absolute despair.

He staggered to his feet, stretched out his hand with difficulty, grasped the blood-stained knife on the table, and stabbed towards his heart.