Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

After an unknown amount of time, the punishment finally ended.

The jailer who was carrying out the execution seemed to be finally tired of beating the man, and put the bloody whip in his hand back to its original place. The blood on the whip had not yet coagulated, and dripped onto the ground, forming a small pool of blood.

"Young Master, do you need me to take you back?"

Although he said this, the jailer's tone did not contain any respect. After casually untying the chains, he did not reach out to help, but just watched coldly from the side.

"Need not."

Mo Chen spoke indifferently.

The white clothes had turned into blood-stained clothes, but the man's posture was still upright, and his temperament had not changed at all.

Still dignified and elegant yet aloof.

Step by step, he walked out of the dungeon.

Behind him, the jailer, who was already used to it, was nonchalantly packing up the chains, then put the whip into the water to wash it clean, watching the blood on the whip melt into the water, dyeing the entire basin of water red.

tsk...

A full thousand lashes.

The Lord of Gods has deliberately poured profound energy into this whip, ensuring that every whip would cause deep pain in the bone marrow. An ordinary person would lose half their life if hit by a whip, but the young master of their God's Domain... he is considered to be lucky.

Inside the majestic temple, a man in bloodshot clothes but dignified walked step by step from the dungeon back to his own palace. His steps were slow, but his back was extremely straight, and there was no emotion on his face as perfect as a god.

The guards along the way were used to it. No one was surprised by it and they all acted as if they didn't see anything.

Only a new guard pulled the person next to him and glanced at the back that had already walked away.

"That seems to be the young master, right? How did he get so badly injured?"

"Shh..."

The man next to him quickly silenced him, and said in a low voice with a stern face, "Shut up, do you want to die?"

He glanced at the bloody figure and warned sternly:

"Don't worry about this matter, and don't say too much!"

"Yes."

The little guard trembled with fear.

……

Finally returning to the room, Mo Chen changed his bloody clothes without any emotion.

Then he changed into white clothes again.

He did not bandage his wounds because it was useless.

The Lord of God had deliberately placed a restriction on his mystical power, so the wounds from the whip could only heal slowly on their own, and any spiritual herbs or pills were useless.

The newly put on white clothes was spotless and snow-white, but after a short while, the snow was stained with streaks of blood.

Mo Chen didn't seem to notice it and didn't even glance at it.

He meditated on the bed.

Suddenly, his aura changed.

Although he was still wearing the same white robe, his originally noble and elegant temperament, like a banished immortal, was now tainted with brutality and wantonness, especially his pair of dark eyes. The indifference and coldness in his eyes were gone, replaced by ruthlessness and cruelty emanating from the depths of his eyes.

"Ah."

He sneered slightly.

The dark eyes glanced casually at the bloodstains on his body.

A hint of mockery flashed in his violent eyes.

"What a waste."

The man casually brushed off the non-existent dust on his shoulders, then slowly stood up and walked out.

A magnificent palace stands midway up the cliff.

The overall style of the palace is rather dark, and the man in white clothes appearing here seems to be extremely out of place in this palace.

"master."

Behind him, a man wearing a black mask appeared silently. He knelt on one knee, extremely respectful.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, not saying a word, but the more silent he was, the more chilling it was. The subordinate clearly felt the pressure around him growing greater and greater. He didn't dare to look up at the bloodstains on his master's body, he just lowered his head respectfully, not daring to move.

After a long while, the man spoke coldly:

"What's the situation in the Demon Palace these days?"

"My Lord," the subordinate said respectfully, "everything is going according to the master's plan. I have already begun to set up sub-arrays of the great array of destruction in various places in the three realms. I think the entire array will be set up within half a year."

"Very well, let's get down."

"Yes!"

The subordinate secretly breathed a sigh of relief and left quickly.

The aura of his master today was so terrifying that he might not be able to hold on any longer.

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Holy area.

Lan Qian has arrived at the main city of the Divine Realm. With Mo Chen's token in hand, she successfully enters the Divine Palace. The guard at the door leads her to the outside of the palace where Mo Chen lives.

"Girl, the young master lives here."

The guard left after saying this. From his attitude, Lan Qian could tell that he did not have much respect for Mo Chen, the young master of the Divine Realm.

A small guard dares to do this.

Mo Chen's situation in the Divine Realm...

Lan Qian frowned slightly.

There was no one guarding the entrance to the palace, and although it was a palace, its location was too remote. It did not look like the residence of a young master of the Divine Realm. She walked forward and was about to raise her hand to knock on the door when her hand suddenly paused.

There was no ink-like atmosphere inside.

He's not in now.

Lan Qian's thoughts turned, and the hand that was about to knock on the door changed direction. Her slender white fingers pushed gently, and the closed door was pushed open.

She walked into the hall.

The spacious bedroom had almost no decorations except for a bed, a table and a few chairs. As the bedroom of a young master of the Divine Realm, it seemed too simple.

"Tuanzi, is there any hidden secret about Mo Chen's situation in the Divine Realm?"

No matter the attitude of the guard just now or every aspect of this palace, all of them reveal that Mo Chen in the Divine Realm may not be as described in the original plot, with a noble status and overwhelming power.

[Host, I can only investigate everything that happened to you after you came to this world, but I need your authorization.]

"can."

Lan Qian paced in the hall and looked around.

Suddenly, her pupils shrank slightly.

It was a bloodstained white shirt, no, it should be called a blood shirt.

And that piece of clothing was exactly the same as the one Mo Chen was wearing.

"Mo Chen..."

Her hands almost trembled as she touched the bloody shirt. The moment her fingertips touched the blood, scenes in the dungeon flashed through Lan Qian's mind. The noble man was chained with iron chains, being beaten with cruel whips again and again, and his white shirt was gradually stained with blood.

Lan Qian's eyes instantly became moist, and the endless anger that arose from the depths of her heart quickly spread. The hand that touched the bloody clothes was clenched tightly, and she didn't even notice that her nails had sunk into her palm.

How dare they!