Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

He no longer wanted to fight, and used his greatest strength to strike the two men with his palms. The two men's strength was not as good as Mo Chen's to begin with, and they were knocked to the ground before they could dodge and were caught by the Zixiao Mountain disciples on the ground with knives.

Mo Chen turned around and said to the Seventh Elder:

"Here to you."

After saying that, he did not stop and flew towards the forbidden area. Halfway there, he was suddenly attacked head-on. Mo Chen's eyes darkened and he jumped to avoid it. A figure in a black cloak appeared in front of him.

Mo Chen stood in the air, looking at the figure who was almost completely covered in black, and a hint of concentration flashed across his brown eyes.

"It's you."

……

forbidden.

Mo Xuan looked at the formation that he had cracked and seemed to sneer. He slowly turned his eyes, and his dark and deep eyes fell on the room in the middle, and the darkness in his eyes silently darkened.

Qianqian, here I come.

A familiar soul breath was slowly approaching the room. Lan Qian, who was waiting quietly in the room, raised her head slightly and looked towards the door, but she couldn't help feeling a little confused, as if she had come back too quickly.

Is it Mo Chen? Or...

The visitor quickly gave the answer.

"Qianqian, long time no see."

It's Mo Xuan.

As expected, he showed up.

"What's wrong, Qianqian?" Mo Xuan didn't seem to notice that the girl secretly clenched her hands after he spoke. He walked towards her step by step, until he was half a step away from her, then he slowly leaned down to approach her.

"Have you missed me these days, Qianqian?"

The soft voice almost passed by the girl's ear, as if it was a lover rubbing her ear, with the intimacy of a long-parted reunion.

Lan Qian was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted.

Reached out and pushed him away.

"Mo Xuan, you shouldn't be here."

"It seems that I haven't thought about it," Mo Xuan pulled the corner of his mouth and laughed at himself silently, "But I miss Qianqian very much."

He approached her again, and this time he held her in his arms, his arms tightly around her body, and the low voice in her ear was gentle and affectionate: "I think of Qianqian all the time."

"Mo Xuan, let go."

Lan Qian didn't expect Mo Xuan to hug her suddenly. Of course, given her current condition, even if she noticed it, she probably wouldn't be able to avoid it.

"Mo Xuan," she held the bell in her hand but did not ring it. Instead, she spoke calmly, "I have already made it very clear that my heart can only hold one person, not to mention that Mo Chen and I are about to..."

"You're getting married soon, right?"

Mo Xuan took over the conversation.

His voice was low and deep, yet strangely calm, making it impossible to tell the emotion in it, "Qianqian really wants to marry him?"

"Yes."

Lan Qian did not hesitate and tried to keep her tone as calm as possible.

"So, you should let go."

"Qianqian wants to get married, so can I." The man did not let her go at all, but hugged her tighter and tighter. "I have also prepared a wedding for Qianqian, and the most beautiful wedding dress for her. Qianqian will definitely look good in it."

"Mo Xuan, what are you talking about?"

Is this a question of whether she wants to get married?

"As early as when I knew you agreed to marry him, I had people start preparing. Everything is the best," he whispered in her ear, as if confiding in her, "Qianqian, don't you care about me too? I can give you what he gives you. I can give you everything I have."

"Marry me, please? We'll be married tomorrow."

"Mo Xuan!"

Lan Qian stopped him from speaking. She pushed him and tried to struggle out of his arms, but she didn't dare to stimulate him too much in case of the same thing as last time. "Calm down, please. Let's... um..."

The slightly cool lips blocked her lips, and the man put one arm around her waist and the other hand on her head.

Soft lips, sweet and beautiful.

Once you touch it, you don't want to let go.

"Snapped!"

A very loud sound.

Mo Xuan's face tilted to one side.

He lowered his eyes, and it seemed like a long time passed before he turned around, took the girl's hand that had just hit him, and rubbed it gently.

"Qianqian, does it hurt?"

"It's my fault. I hurt Qianqian's hand. I should have restrained Qianqian. If Qianqian couldn't move, she wouldn't hurt herself anymore..."

Lan Qian was slightly surprised.

"Mo Xuan, what are you going to do?"

She wanted to pull her hand back, but the man held it so tightly that she couldn't move it at all even if she tried her best.

"Why don't you want to marry me, Qianqian? Will you marry me when you become mine?" He looked at the struggling girl with deep eyes, "Or will you only be mine if he dies?"

"No, you can't kill him."

Lan Qian suddenly raised her head.

She could tell that Mo Xuan was not just saying it casually, nor was he joking, he really meant it.

"Mo Xuan, you can't do anything to him."

The girl who had just been struggling to leave him impatiently, now held his hand tightly, just for another man.

Mo Xuan slowly closed his eyes.

My heart, which has been hurt thousands of times, is suffocating with pain once again.

It turns out that I’m not numb yet.

"Okay, I won't do anything to him," he slowly opened his dark eyes, the darkness in his deep eyes surged silently, "As long as Qianqian leaves him and stays with me, I won't kill him."