Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

The divine realm of Qiongling.

Inside the majestic and magnificent temple, the door was tightly closed and the entire hall was filled with powerful forces. In the middle, a man was meditating. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and abruptly opened his eyes.

Then, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Qingming."

A voice came out.

The next moment, a respectful voice sounded outside the hall:

"Your Excellency Yan Yao."

The man in the hall suppressed his emotions and said, "That person's soul has appeared in the small world. I am now in seclusion to heal my wounds and cannot leave here. You should go to the small world to find him as soon as possible, and then... you know what to do."

"Yes."

The person outside the door responded respectfully and then left.

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Dark alley.

The hurried footsteps were messy and urgent, adding unusual sounds to the quiet night. After turning a corner, the hurried footsteps suddenly stopped.

"It's a dead end, no..."

The voice was desperate and panicked.

Behind him, there were clear footsteps, neither fast nor slow, like a very regular piece of music, but to the ears of the people in front of the alley, it sounded more like a death-taking curse.

The black boots slowly stepped forward, and every step was like a death warrant.

"Please...please."

"Let me go..."

The pleading voice was filled with infinite fear, his body couldn't help but tremble, and he was so scared that he knelt on the ground.

The man had a calm expression, his long, slender fingers had clear, beautiful and perfect lines, and in his hand he held a sharp dagger, which he was playing with slowly and methodically as if he was leisurely.

The man on the ground was shaking more and more.

Suddenly, I don't know what he did, the man kneeling on the ground suddenly widened his eyes in fear, and then he saw that a sharp dagger had quickly cut across his throat. The technique was very skillful, and not even a drop of blood was splashed, and the man was dead.

This kind of thing seemed to be commonplace. The man's expression remained calm. He just slowly squatted down with his long legs and calmly wiped the blood off the dagger on the man's clothes on the ground.

After wiping the blood clean, he stood up slowly.

Suddenly, his eyes paused.

A pair of long legs turned behind him, and in a hidden corner, the poor girl hid there. It seemed that she was so frightened by seeing him kill someone that her legs went weak and she dared not make a sound.

The man lowered his eyes quietly.

Looking at this delicate but somewhat disheveled girl.

The dagger in the slender fingers moved slightly.

As soon as Lan Qian was teleported to this world, she felt pain in the shoulder of this body, as if she was injured. She slowly opened her eyes, and before she figured out where she was, she sensed a familiar soul breath around her.

We met so soon.

She raised her eyes.

The man in front of him was about twenty years old, and his appearance was as handsome and perfect as ever. His brown eyes were calm and slightly cold, and his slender white fingers had beautiful lines. However, the dagger in his hand...

"Tuanzi, what's the situation now?"

[Ahem,] Little Dumpling coughed, [Host, the timing of your teleportation... just happened to be at a murder scene.]

Lan Qian: ...

Her gaze lingered on the dagger for a moment, then she looked up at the person lying on the ground not far away, and remained silent.

It was indeed a murder scene.

The tall man stood quietly, his calm eyes moved almost imperceptibly. The girl in front of him didn't seem to be afraid. At most, she was only surprised for a moment when she first saw the dagger in his hand.

Is it fake? Or...

But he didn't need to consider these.

Anyone who has seen his true face should no longer be allowed to stay in this world.

The black boots slowly took a step forward, and the sound of the boots stepping on the ground seemed to hit people's eardrums directly. In this quiet night, it was the only sound.

"What do you see?"

The man's voice was like his person.

Plain and calm.

He played with the dagger in his hand carelessly, like a toy.

Lan Qian covered her injured shoulder with one hand, supported herself against the wall with the other hand, and slowly stood up.

Seeing the girl's actions, the man casually glanced at her shoulder, which seemed to have been stabbed, and blood had stained the surrounding clothes red.

His eyes paused slightly.

"I won't tell anyone."

A girl's voice came to my ears. The voice was soft and pleasant to hear, a bit like the one I heard when I was a child.

Seeing that the man didn't react, Lan Qian reached out and gently grasped his sleeve, saying softly: "Trust me, I will keep the secret."

His sleeve was grabbed and the man lowered his eyes calmly.

The girl's fingers were fair and beautiful, like flawless white jade. Her round nails were pink and tender, very beautiful, and even the joints of her fingers were pink.

Too delicate.

Too naive.

Negotiate with a demon who kills without blinking an eye.

But for some reason, he didn't act immediately, but spoke slowly: "Do I believe you...how can I prove that you can keep a secret?"

Lan Qian took a look at his expression.

Still calm and without any emotion.

She raised her eyes to meet his: "How do you want to prove it?"

The girl's eyes were clear and bright, like a pair of crystal gems without any impurities. Even when facing a strange man who had just killed someone in front of her, she did not show the slightest fear.

The man's eyes froze slightly.

After a while, he looked away slightly.

His eyes fell on the dagger in his hand.

In fact, he hadn't thought about how to prove it, he just... didn't want her to disappear for the time being.

"If you're worried, you can take me with you."

Lan Qian said again.

The tone was very sincere.

With him by her side, she wouldn't have to worry about not being able to find him. Although she hadn't yet accepted the plot of this world, judging from their actions and styles, they might not be able to get in touch at all under normal circumstances.

Hearing this, the man's calm eyes flashed a slight ripple, but his tone remained calm:

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Why should I be afraid of you?"

Lan Qian asked back.

Why are you afraid of him?

This question is so naive and stupid.

The man looked into those clear eyes again. There was no fear, no terror, not even a little worry. There was only cleanliness and purity that could be seen to the bottom.

You actually believed in a strange man?

Do you really dare to follow him?

He narrowed his eyes.

He put away the knife and took a calm step forward.

"Follow."

Lan Qian followed his steps.

Only at this time did she take the time to look at the wound on her shoulder. It was a knife wound, which must have been caused not long ago. The wound was not very deep, but it was not treated in time, so it bled a little more.

But it doesn't matter, these are just small things.

She looked at the man walking in front of her and couldn't help but smile slightly.

This encounter was truly dramatic.