Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

In the room, Mo Chen was lying unconscious on the bed. Lan Qian was sitting beside the bed, holding his hand gently, accompanying him.

Peace returned to this forbidden area.

She pursed her lips and looked towards the door.

Given the situation just now, she couldn't go with Mo Xuan, so she had to threaten Mo Xuan with her own life to let him let Mo Chen go. Not just this time, she also hoped that he would not want to kill Mo Chen again in the future.

As expected...he softened his heart.

But she could only be hard-hearted towards him.

In this life, she was ultimately the one who let him down.

Outside.

Mo Xuan stood alone under the eaves. He had been standing here for a very long time since he sent them into the room. Inside, his beloved girl was accompanying the man she loved, while outside, he was alone.

"If anything happens to him, I will never live alone."

The girl's words seemed to still be echoing in my mind.

If he really killed Mo Chen, she would really follow him, whether in heaven or hell, life or death.

It turned out that she had fallen so deeply in love with Mo Chen.

And he never had a chance.

"So, this is the difference between love and not love..." He lowered his eyes, murmured and laughed at himself, "Qianqian, you are only ruthless to me."

He slowly closed his eyes and finally left silently.

In the room, Lan Qian noticed Mo Xuan's departure. This time, he seemed to have really given up. He not only healed her wounds, but also saved Mo Chen. Perhaps, they will never meet again.

fair enough.

She leaned lightly on Mo Chen's arm.

Having already hurt one person, I cannot hurt another.

Suddenly there was a noise outside. Someone was coming, only one person. Lan Qian's mind was slightly focused, but she didn't move. She just pretended not to know and waited to see what the purpose of the person was.

"So you were hiding here."

The voice of the person sounded familiar, but Lan Qian couldn't remember it for a moment.

She frowned.

Never mind. If I can’t remember, it doesn’t matter.

"Master Shen? Why is he here?" Zhao Ruer's voice suddenly became a little panicked. She saw Mo Chen lying on the bed, but seeing that he was unconscious, she immediately calmed down, "Master Shen... is injured?"

Great.

This way she could get rid of this woman quietly.

Lan Qian ignored her. She still leaned on Mo Chen's arm, only paying attention to the man on the bed. She said indifferently:

"It's too noisy, get out."

"What did you say? How dare you talk to me like that?" Anger surged across Zhao Ruer's face. She looked at Lan Qian with a vicious look in her eyes. "Want to be the young master's wife? Humph, today is the day you die!"

Lan Qian's expression remained calm.

Zhao Ruer looked around and made sure that no one else was present, and she felt relieved. She and the others had searched separately, and the woman was not found in those secret rooms. She thought she could not kill her this time.

When she passed by the forbidden area, she saw the disciples who had fainted at the entrance, so she came in to take a look. Unexpectedly, she found them here. She drew her sword and walked over: "Young Master Xuan is not here, and now Young Master Shen is also unconscious. I wonder who can save you!"

"Don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for insisting on pestering Master Shen. But don't worry, when you die, I will take good care of Master Shen. When he wakes up, I will be his savior."

"When the time comes I will ask him to marry me, and he will definitely agree."

Lan Qian's expression finally showed a slight fluctuation.

"As for you, go to hell—"

Zhao Ruer raised her sword.

But just as she was about to stab the sword, she suddenly found that she could not move, as if her neck was tightly strangled by something.

Then, she seemed to see an unbelievable scene.

Staring with eyes wide open.

"you you……"

Lan Qian sat up slowly, with one of her hands gently raised as if she was grabbing something in the air. When that hand just tightened slightly, Zhao Ruer felt her neck so tight that she couldn't breathe.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"How...how could it be?"

She clearly didn't have any martial arts skills, so what kind of power was this? She couldn't resist at all, it was impossible... impossible!

"Put...let..."

She was out of breath.

He struggled, trying to break free from the invisible force on his neck.

"Why do people always want to die?" Lan Qian stood up slowly, with no emotion on her delicate face, only the ring on her fingertips shining with a dazzling blue and white light, "It just so happens that I'm in a bad mood."

Her grip suddenly tightened.

"Do not……"

Zhao Ruer’s eyes widened.

She didn't even have time to utter the next word before she ran out of breath.

Lan Qian wiped her hands slowly, as if there was something dirty on them. After she had wiped them, she held Mo Chen's hand again.

"Mo Chen, when will you wake up?"