Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

In Lan Qian's palace, she was practicing internal energy to heal her wounds. Although a barrier had been set up around the palace, at a certain moment, she seemed to feel that the entire palace suddenly shook, and the strong vibration even affected her.

The healing process was forced to be interrupted for a while, and he almost suffered a backlash.

Her eyes were tightly closed and her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was enduring some pain. The light blue ring on her slender white finger glowed a little brighter, and a blue-white stream of light slowly flowed out, repairing her body bit by bit.

She couldn't be distracted at this time.

He also had no time to pay attention to the unusual movement just now.

Outside the palace, an immortal dressed in white approached step by step.

……

In an unknown forest thousands of miles away, Jun Xieshang leaned against a tree in a panic, barely keeping himself standing.

"Cough cough cough..."

He coughed violently a few times and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"so close……"

Mo Chen's cultivation is indeed terrifying.

The fallen demon Mo Chen is even more terrifying.

He originally wanted to dig a hole for Lan Qian, but he almost buried himself. Fortunately, he had a magic weapon that could help him escape at the critical moment, otherwise he would probably have lost his life today.

I should have known not to stimulate him so harshly.

Alas, that was a mistake.

"Jun Xieshang?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind.

He turned around and saw the person coming.

"Fairy Yunruo, what a coincidence."

"It's really you!" Fairy Yun Ruo couldn't help but show a look of joy on her face, but then she saw the injuries on Jun Xieshang's body and his current miserable state, and hurried over, "What happened? How did you get hurt?"

"Ahem, nothing."

……

Magic Palace.

Mo Chen came to Lan Qian's palace and looked at the invisible barrier set up around the palace. His eyes finally moved, and his pair of dark red eyes slowly raised, with a thick dark color in the bottom of his eyes.

Qianqian...found you.

He raised his hand and slowly placed it on the barrier.

With a slight exertion of strength, the power released from the palm of his hand was no longer pure white immortal power, but was mixed with strands of black.

With a "crack", the barrier broke.

The door of the palace was slowly pushed open.

Lan Qian could sense when the barrier was broken. That barrier was specially set up by her. Besides herself, Mo Chen was the only one in the world who could break it. She knew that the person coming was Mo Chen.

I was surprised that he found me so quickly.

The familiar soul breath is getting closer and closer.

The breath stopped until it was one step away from her.

He seemed to be looking at her. Lan Qian could feel his gaze, but she was still practicing internal energy to heal her wounds. She couldn't open her eyes or speak. She just had to wait for another stick of incense.

After one stick of incense, her healing will come to an end.

But she didn't get to wait until a stick of incense had passed. When her healing was almost finished, before she opened her eyes, Mo Chen did something and her body fell softly into a familiar embrace.

And her consciousness gradually fell into a deep sleep.

In the quiet palace, an immortal with a cold and unparalleled appearance was holding the sleeping girl in his arms. No emotion could be seen on his handsome and perfect face. He was about to leave with the girl in his arms, but his steps suddenly paused.

His eyes fell on the Soul-Slaying Sword in the room.

The red eyes gradually turned cold.

The Soul-Killing Sword seemed to have suddenly sensed some danger. The black fog that was originally surging around the sword suddenly stopped, as if it was afraid of something. The entire sword body even seemed to be shrinking.

Unfortunately, it seems to be fixed and cannot retract.

Mo Chen withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at it.

He lowered his eyes to look at the girl in his arms.

The sleeping girl was very well behaved, as if everything was the same as before.

but……

His grip tightened, his eyes unclear.

"My Qianqian, it's time to go back..."

The murmured voice was very soft, as if a close lover was coaxing his beloved girl to go home, but in this gentle tone, there seemed to be a hint of inexplicable paranoia and weirdness.

The next moment, the two disappeared into the palace together.

Along with the soul-killing sword.