The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

Mu Luan's heart suddenly felt like it was blocked by a ball of cotton, depressed and uncomfortable.

In her impression, Jun Zhao is always high and mighty, looking down on everyone.

No one dared to look directly into his captivating dark phoenix eyes.

He is always stained with other people's blood.

But at this moment, he was like a stray dog, being beaten, insulted, and even killed by a few unknown people.

Blood soaked his face, and his scattered hair hung in front of his eyes in a mess.

The sound of fierce punches and kicks was accompanied by the wind. The contrast between the two sides was like heaven and earth. Mu Luan's eyelashes trembled, and she felt that the scene before her was extremely absurd.

Suddenly, Yun He asked, "Miss, are you injured?"

Mu Luan came back to her senses and looked down at her body. There were some dirty stains on her moon-white dress.

There were also traces of blood from friction.

Especially on the arm, the five-finger palm print is shocking.

She reached out her hand and touched the blood stain, and said softly, "It's not mine..."

Mu Luan's vision was distorted and his memory was rapidly regressing.

In his previous life, Jun Zhao liked gorgeous colors the most, and he liked anything that was as bright red as blood.

When he first entered the palace, Mu Luan had not yet recovered from the grief of losing his father, brother and mother.

Jun Zhao frightened her and she fell ill for more than half a month, often wearing light-colored clothes.

Thinking of minimizing her presence as much as possible, Jun Zhao might not remember her.

But Jun Zhao seemed to have written Mu Luan's name in his book of life and death, always thinking that there was still one person in the mansion who had not been killed.

Mu Luan had just recovered from his illness, and he kicked open the door of the bedroom with a bloody sword in hand, covered in blood.

As if the devil had descended upon us, he smiled sinisterly and slowly approached Mu Luan, whose eyes had turned red with fear.

The maid bowed fearfully, then hurriedly left the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Mu Luan watched helplessly as the warm light of hope slowly slipped away from the crack in the door, only to be replaced by endless cold that tightly enveloped her.

Looking at Jun Zhao's bloodthirsty and crazy appearance, Mu Luan suddenly felt a surge of resentment in her heart.

She was going to die anyway, so she didn't want to die miserably in this bedroom.

Thinking of this, Mu Luan rushed towards the gate regardless of anything, wanting only to break out of this suffocating cage.

However, Mu Luan still underestimated Jun Zhao's intention to play tricks on people.

The plain dress swayed, and the tulle skirt fluttered across Jun Zhao's sword. The softness met the hardness, and it was destined to be a tragic scene of a moth flying into a flame.

A corner of her skirt was torn apart, and before Mu Luan could run to the door, she just brushed Jun Zhao's shoulder.

The next moment, a strong hand instantly grabbed her slender waist and threw her onto the bed.

Before Mu Luan could stagger to her feet, a big hand followed and grabbed her slender and fragile neck.

Mu Luan kicked her legs in fear, and as she looked at the terrifying face slowly approaching, she even forgot to cry.

Her eyelashes trembled constantly and she thought that she would be strangled to death.

But after waiting for a while, there was a sound of "clang". Jun Zhao threw the long sword off the couch, pinched her chin, hooked his lips and smiled: "Have you ever had that?"

Mu Luan didn't understand what was going on. She bit her lower lip, staring stubbornly with her tearful peach blossom eyes, without saying a word.

Jun Zhao raised his eyebrows, but he was not annoyed. He pointed at Mu Luan's plain white dress and asked, "Not talking?"

"Then I will come and see for myself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand on Mu Luan's waist pulled away the slender belt that was in the way.

Without the restraint around the waist, the dress spread out layer by layer like a blooming flower bud.

The bony hands easily grasped Mu Luan's moving legs, and the long fingers reached in without hesitation.

Mu Luan finally understood what the lunatic said. Her body tensed up, and she could no longer bear the shame, anger and fear, and she sobbed and cried.

Jun Zhao admired the tearful little face, but after a moment he stood up with satisfaction, sighed softly, and said, "Are you crying already? It's too early!"

Under Mu Luan's stunned and panicked eyes, Jun Zhao elegantly and calmly untied his golden belt, and his noble purple official uniform lifted up an arc and then fell to the ground.

When the man covered her, Mu Luan subconsciously struggled to retreat, but how far could she retreat in such a small space like the bed?

Fear made her feel weak all over, and Jun Zhao hardly had to use much strength to peel her off from the annoying plain dress.

That night, everyone in the Regent's Palace stayed away from the bedroom. The occasional cries and sobs of a woman were even more heartbreaking.

Mu Luan felt that this night was longer than the entire year and she just couldn't get through it.

It was not until the sun was high in the sky that Mu Luan heard the man on her body warn her in a hoarse voice: "Don't wear plain clothes next time, or I will not let you go!"

Soon, Mu Luan heard the rustling sound of someone getting dressed. After a night of life and death, she seemed to have lived her life again.

She was physically and mentally exhausted, her face pale from the torture, but she could still clearly see Jun Zhao pick up the plain clothes she had worn on the ground and carefully wipe the bloody sword.

Only after the snow-white skirt was stained with bright red did Jun Zhao casually throw it away.

But when she turned around, Ling Guang swayed and her skirt instantly turned into tiny pieces.

……

When Mu Luan returned to the general's mansion, she met Jun Zhao unexpectedly. Not only did she get her skirt dirty, but she also lost Qiao Fugui.

By the time she came to her senses from Jun Zhao's embarrassed appearance, Qiao Yuanan had disappeared.

There was more than one gambling house in the Youming Inn, and he was not sure which one he had entered.

If you go to the gambling house to look for someone easily, you might alert the enemy.

Furthermore, when she met Jun Zhao, Mu Luan's mind was in a mess, and she felt that she would not be able to breathe if she stayed in Youming Inn for a moment longer.

So I had to go back home.

The candlelight on the desk was dim, and outside the window was a deep night.

It was already Chou time, but Mu Luan was still not sleepy.

She lay on the bed, her inky black hair spread out on the pillow like ink splashed on it, setting off her fair and delicate face.

She didn't know the identity of that group of people, nor did she know why Jun Zhao had offended them, and she didn't know where Jun Zhao would be taken.

She shouldn't have thought too much about these things.

No matter how powerful, cold-blooded and tyrannical Jun Zhao becomes in the future, it will have nothing to do with her.

With the experience from her previous life, she knew that she should stay away from Jun Zhao.

Even if you see him again, you should treat him as a stranger passing by.

But she still couldn't control her wild thoughts.

After all, Jun Zhao in this life gave her too strong a contrast.

Thinking back, I was looking forward to meeting Jun Zhao and giving him a good lesson.

Now that someone had helped him, she was not as happy as she had imagined.

Mu Luan was so angry that she didn't know who she was angry with.

He raised his hand and put the mattress over his face, and said in a muffled voice: "Who cares what happens to that stinking lunatic? In two years, he will still be the regent of the Great Zhou Dynasty who has the final say. It's really infuriating!"

At this time, there was a nine-story tower in Youming Inn. It looked magnificent and golden, with a gold-eating toad sitting on each of the six corners of the top.