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

It seemed as if there was no way to stop the stuffiness in my chest.

She was unaware of what had happened to Zhou Fuhai. At this moment, she felt like she had been reborn and just wanted to find a chance to escape.

In the dim light, he saw a dark shadow approaching and thought it was Zhou Fuhai. He ignored his physical discomfort and struggled to back away.

However, the next moment, a large hand touched her back, patting it gently.

Mu Luan's back stiffened and she subconsciously pressed her hands against his chest.

"Don't be afraid, it's me."

A familiar deep and magnetic voice reached her ears, and Mu Luan's body trembled, and her hand unconsciously grabbed his collar.

It seemed as if she was afraid that the voice was just a temporary hallucination.

She tried her best to suppress the itchy throat and looked up at him.

Even though the light was dim, she could still see the handsome face so close to her.

In an instant, it was like a ray of warm sunshine shining into the icy mountains and rivers, bringing layers of warmth.

“Jun Zhao…”

Her slender body was as fragile as a trembling butterfly feather.

But when she looked at him, there was a smile in her eyes, and her watery eyes were filled with gentle trust.

Jun Zhao looked at the tears silently falling from the corners of her eyes, and his heart was filled with pain.

A hint of darkness fell in his dark eyes, and he pressed the shivering person into his arms.

The gentle movements were invisibly cautious.

"Can I still leave?"

The soothing voice fell on the soft ends of her hair, low and soft.

But those slightly puffy cheeks were suppressing the faintly trembling rage.

Mu Luan grabbed the robe around his waist and nodded obediently, "I can... I can walk."

Although she was still frightened, she knew that this was the imperial palace and neither she nor Jun Zhao could stay here for long.

Her clenched fingertips slowly loosened his robe and she withdrew from his arms.

Zhou Fuhai, who was standing behind them, stared at their intimate actions. Although he was shocked, he had no time to think about it.

He must leave as soon as possible!

But both his hands were broken, so he could only struggle with his legs and feet, leaning his back against the tree trunk, and slowly standing up.

In order to get the woman tonight, he deliberately transferred the guards along the way.

Even if he shouted loudly at this moment, no one would notice this place for a while.

And judging from the fight just now, he is definitely no match for the man in black.

Any rash action will only bring disaster upon yourself.

In order to survive, he could only grit his teeth and endure the pain, and leave here while the man in black was temporarily unable to take care of him.

But he struggled hard and finally stood up. Just as he took two breaths, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

Zhou Fuhai was instantly frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

When he realized that the person standing before him was a human and not a ghost, he became frightened instead.

"Who are you to dare to trespass into the palace?"

As he finished speaking, Zhou Fuhai's face became more and more panicked.

Because he saw that the man in black was not afraid at all and even had a strange smile on his face, which made him feel cold.

Jun Zhao looked at his ugly face, and said with a smile that did not reach his eyes: "He is the one who came to take your life."

With a slight turn of his wrist, the black pills bounced into Zhou Fuhai's throat one after another before he could react.

A sharp cold wind blew, and the branches rustled. After the sound of muffled breathing, waves began to ripple on one side of the lake.

The splashes of water gradually became smaller, and soon the strings of bubbles disappeared, leaving only ripples on the crimson water surface, distorting the handsome face of the man on the shore.

The night was dim and Mu Luan did not see clearly how Jun Zhao dealt with Zhou Haifu.

But Zhou Haifu's whole body was crackling as if his bones and muscles were pulled out, and he knew that Jun Zhao had been ruthless.

Just like in his previous life, the calmer he looked, the more bloodthirsty and crazy he was.

She didn't know what he was angry about, but she knew he was angry, and very angry.

Mu Luan squatted on the ground, raised her head slightly, and watched him walk towards her step by step.

He squatted down in front of her.

Mu Luan's body suddenly felt lighter, and Jun Zhao picked her up by the waist and walked into the depths of the forest.

Smelling his arrogant aura, she pursed her lips and didn't ask the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Jun Zhao walked faster and faster, and soon he passed through the grove and arrived at a secluded attic.

He gently placed the person in his arms against the red lacquered column.

"Rest here for a while, I'll take you out of the palace later."

His voice was low and hoarse, and his fingertips gently rubbed the wound at the corner of her lips.

"Does it hurt?"

Mu Luan's half-closed eyelashes moved, and then he raised his eyes. From his cold expression, one could guess that the injury on his face was serious.

"It doesn't hurt as much as before."

She was trembling even when she spoke, how could she not be in pain?

Jun Zhao stared at her for a long time. The frosty moonlight fell into his dark eyes, bringing layers of coldness.

Noticing that Mu Luan had been holding onto her hand tightly all the way, he said calmly, "Miss, you don't want this hand anymore."

Mu Luan was stunned for a moment, then she lowered her eyelids following his gaze, only to realize that the hand that had been holding the pearl hairpin had not dared to let go.

The palms of her hands were already sticky, and her pink and white nails dug into the wounds, causing a slight pain that allowed her to clearly remember everything that happened tonight.

She didn't care and said, "It doesn't matter. At least I don't have to die."

It's a nonchalant description, just letting her hands hang on her dress.

Little did she know that in just a short while, a hint of dark red was gradually spreading on the purple skirt.

Jun Zhao grabbed her wrist and lifted it up, "Miss, can't you feel sorry for your hand?"

Mu Luan moved her knuckles, looked at his face which was very close to her, and pursed her lips uncomfortably, "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious..."

"Open your hands."

Jun Zhao took out a light pink handkerchief from his arms and stared at the woman in front of him without blinking.

Mu Luan looked at the blood dripping from her palm, gritted her teeth, and slowly spread her fingers apart.

There were several wounds of varying depths scattered across the delicate palm. Jun Zhao glanced over them with his dark eyes, and then spread the hemostatic powder on the wounds bit by bit.

He had limited medicinal herbs and tools on hand, so he could only stabilize his injuries first and then deal with them after leaving the palace.

From Mu Luan's perspective, she could see his slightly drooping eyelashes and straight nose very clearly.

There was not a trace of wanton laziness or careless sarcasm, and his expression was cold yet serious.

Inexplicably, it gave Mu Luan an illusion that he cared about her a lot.

"Young lady shouldn't have entered the palace alone."

Jun Zhao looked at her tense body, bent down and blew gently into her palm.

A cool breeze blew past, and the pain was relieved. Mu Luan gathered the messy thoughts in his mind and took a deep breath, "But this is the only way."

Jun Zhao raised his dark gaze and looked at her, saying without comment, "Really?"

Mu Luan met his gaze with trembling eyes and blinked guiltily.

Jun Zhao lowered his eyes and wrapped the clean handkerchief around her wound, securing it neatly.

"General Mu has been able to command a large number of troops for many years. Even if he fails with a small calculation, he can still get up again."