I made the villain right.

The night is as thick as ink.

The window of Shi Jin's room was suddenly opened, and an agile figure came in quietly.

Shi Jin, who was soundly sleeping, had no idea someone had entered her room.

Fan Hua moved slowly and did not dare to make any sound, for fear of disturbing Shi Jin who was inside the house.

He walked closer to the bed, and in the dim light, quietly stared at Shi Jin's sleeping face.

Her eyes were still as pretty as ever, but when he thought about how the look she had given him recently lacked the tenderness and affection she once had, he couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness in his heart.

How he wanted to reach out and touch her cheek, and hold her in his arms like he used to.

But then he thought about how she said during the day that she didn't want to face him and wanted to separate. His heart tightened and he unconsciously retracted his hand.

Just watch quietly and hide this desire deep in your heart.

Although he agreed to the request, he couldn't avoid seeing her.

Since she didn't want to see him, he would come to see her secretly. Only by making sure that she was still by his side and that she was doing well could he find a sense of peace of mind in this long dark night.

After looking for a long time, he turned around reluctantly and left the room quietly again, not forgetting to look back when leaving.

He returned to Fan Mansion with a heart full of fatigue and nostalgia.

Since that day when she proposed to separate for a period of time, Fan Hua has been living in Fan Mansion and has never come to the General's Mansion to visit her.

The days passed by in a hurry.

Today is the day that Shi Jin buries his father and brother.

Fanhua took some time to come over.

After not seeing him for a few days, he looked much more haggard. I guess he was too tired these days.

He had been busy with affairs recently and had been frequently in and out of the palace, so she had very few opportunities to meet Fan.

After the burial, Fanhua came to chat with me.

Shi Jin was sitting in the corridor. When he heard footsteps, he looked up and saw that it was Fan Hua. A complex emotion flashed across his eyes, but he quickly returned to his coldness.

"Ajin, I'm here to see you. How have you been these days?" Fan Hua's face was full of concern. He walked quickly to her side and sat down.

"You're here." Shi Jin's tone was flat, without a trace of warmth in his voice.

"Mianmian, I've been busy lately, so I couldn't come to see you." There was a hint of guilt in Fan Hua's voice, and his slightly lowered eyes were full of apology.

Although he secretly visited her every night, it was not a glorious thing after all and he couldn't let her know about it.

At the same time, he was also afraid that Shi Jin would feel disgusted with him after knowing his behavior.

After all, she said she didn't want to see him and wanted to separate.

An extremely cold expression appeared on Shi Jin's face, as if all this had nothing to do with her and only Fan Hua was still obsessed with it.

She said calmly, "Ah Yu, just focus on your work, don't worry about it."

Fan Hua felt a chill in his heart when he saw Shi Jin's cold and distant look, and the expression on his face instantly became gloomy.

Shi Jin couldn't bear to see him so sad, so he felt a little soft at heart, and asked softly: "What have you been busy with recently?

When he heard Shi Jin's greeting, his eyes suddenly lit up and sparkled.

The light was like a puppy that instantly perked up after hearing the call for dinner.

"Make a thunder bomb." He responded softly.

He was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "To get rid of the Blood Evil Puppet, we must use the power of the Sky-shaking Thunder, but the Sky-shaking Thunder reserves in Kyoto are not enough. It is too long to transport it from Liangzhou to Kyoto, so it is too late. We can only hurry and make it."

Shi Jin heard this and seemed to be thinking about something.

The long journey was not a problem for her, as Xiaomian possessed the skill of teleportation and could travel back and forth in a moment.

But the problem is how to transport so many thunder bombs.

Suddenly, she had an idea and thought to herself: I wonder if that space can hold things. If it can, this will be much easier.

At this time, Fan Hua thought of something and interrupted her train of thought, and quickly said: "Mian Mian, after we finish the current things, let's go sightseeing."

He knew that Shi Jin was sad and depressed because of the death of her father and brother, so he took her out to relax, perhaps it would heal the pain in her heart.

Shi Jin knew the future fate of her and Fan Hua and did not dare to agree.

When everything is over, he and I will start to overcome the tribulation, so we won't have the leisure time to travel and enjoy the scenery.

Thinking of this, she sighed softly and said helplessly: "Let's talk about it on that day."

Shi Jin stood up and looked at the dead tree in the yard. "This place used to be bustling, but now it's deserted. Things have really changed."

Fan Hua noticed that she was in a strange mood, so he stood up, walked towards her, and subconsciously wanted to hold her hand and comfort her.

"Mianmian, you..."

Before he could say anything, Shi Jin took a step back, distanced himself from him, and interrupted him.

"Nothing, I just want to be alone for a while. You must have been very busy these days. If you have some free time, go home and have a good rest."

After saying that, she left on her own.

Fan Hua froze in place, his outstretched hand awkwardly suspended in mid-air.

He looked at Shi Jin's departing back, his mind constantly echoing with Shi Jin's cold words and distant actions, leaving only a bone-chilling chill in his heart.

He slowly put down his hand and looked in the direction where Shi Jin disappeared, with red at the corners of his eyes.

She avoided her own intimacy, was she disgusted with herself?

"Mianmian, why have you changed..." He murmured, his voice filled with helplessness and sadness.

She seemed to no longer love herself.

Thinking of this, Fan Hua was frantically resisting this idea.

No, it can't! I must have seen it wrong.

I won't allow this to happen.

His eyes gradually turned sinister in pain and struggle, and a paranoid idea took root in his heart.

He can only be mine, and I won't let him leave me.

After a long while, Fan Hua stood up and walked out of the mansion with heavy steps. His back looked particularly lonely.

Shi Jin was walking hurriedly in the corridor on his way back to his room. He caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye. When he looked closely, it was Shi Xiaomian.

She quickly called out, "Xiao Mian, come here, I have something to tell you."

The sound was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

Shi Xiaomian turned around when she heard the voice and saw that it was Shi Jin, and walked up to her gracefully.

The two walked into the room side by side and sat down together.

Shi Xiaomian looked at her in confusion. Before she could ask, Shi Jin spoke up: "Can we store things in that space?"

Shi Xiaomian was slightly stunned, and subconsciously tilted her head, with a trace of confusion in her eyes: "I don't know, I haven't tried it, but since it is a space, it should be possible to install it."

After she finished speaking, she raised her eyes, her eyes full of inquiry: "Why are you asking this?"

Shi Jin leaned forward slightly and said, "If we want to get rid of 250,000 blood puppets, we must use thunder bombs, but the thunder bombs in Kyoto are far from enough. It will take too long to transfer them from Liangzhou, so I thought that if the space could be used, we could do it."

Shi Xiaomian nodded thoughtfully and looked at Shi Jin firmly: "I'll try."

Shi Jin gave her a tacit look in response: "Try it."

The two of them stood up quickly. Shi Xiaomian stood still, looking focused, and whispered, "Open Sesame."

In an instant, a vortex entrance appeared out of nowhere in the room.

Shi Jin looked around, walked a few steps to the table, picked up the teapot on the table, and walked towards the vortex.

The moment she stepped into the vortex, she found that the teapot was firmly in her hands, without any abnormality.

Shi Jin came out of the vortex with a look of joy on his face, walked quickly to Shi Xiaomian, and said excitedly: "Yes!"

Thinking of something, she showed a hint of difficulty in her eyes: "But if we have to move them one by one, the efficiency is too low. Do you have any magic that can put all these things into the space at once?"

A hint of eagerness flashed in Shi Xiaomian's eyes. She immediately raised her hands, changing hand gestures with her fingers, trying to cast a spell.

But in the next second, her movements suddenly stopped, her face looked a little depressed, and her hands fell down weakly.

"I don't know how to do this. The Star Master didn't teach me this magic."

There was a hint of annoyance on her face.

As time was limited at the beginning, she only learned some self-defense techniques from the Star Master.

"Ah, what should I do?"

Shi Jin frowned slightly, his eyes full of anxiety, and paced back and forth in the room, thinking as he walked.

Suddenly, she stopped, stared at the round table not far away, and said to the vortex: "Enter"

Seeing that it was useless, she said again: "Move that table into the space!"

However, the only response she got was a gust of cold wind blowing in from the window, and the vortex was spinning quietly without a single sound.

Shi Xiaomian looked at Shi Jin and couldn't help laughing: "You, I'm afraid you've watched too many TV dramas and have been influenced by them."

Shi Jin glanced at the laughing Shi Xiaomian and said, "What are you laughing at? Talking about me is the same as talking about yourself."

Shi Jin sighed helplessly, "What should I do?"

Shi Jin sat back in his original position with a bit of confusion, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and fell into deep thought again.

She remembered that when she didn't know that space could be opened, she entered the space relying on her mind.

I don’t know if this method will work.

You will know if it works if you try it.

The next second, Shi Jin took off the Liuyun Whip hanging on his waist, held it in his hand, concentrated, closed his eyes and silently chanted in his heart: The table moves in, the table moves in...

Shi Xiaomian was wondering what to do when she discovered that all the tables in the room suddenly disappeared. Shock appeared in her eyes.

Shi Jin slowly opened his eyes and saw the empty ground in front of him. Then he reacted and a bright smile broke out on his face.

She couldn't contain her joy and hugged Shi Xiaomian tightly, with indescribable excitement and pride in her voice: "It's done, it's done!"

After a while, when his emotions had calmed down a little, Shi Jin took the things out of the space again.

His eyes regained their calmness and sharpness, and he said, "Now we just need to know the exact location of the thunder bomb, and we can deliver it to Kyoto."

After she finished speaking, she fell into deep thought. She felt that whether she asked Fan Hua or King Jing'an about the location of the thunder bomb, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.

After all, it is difficult to explain why all the thunder bombs have to be sent here at once.

Seeing Shi Jin looking distressed, Shi Xiaomian quickly said, "This is easy. Let's go directly to Liangzhou. There is no time to lose. Let's set off now."

After saying that, he took Shi Jin's hand, a blue light emanated from his body, and he disappeared from the spot in an instant.

A flash appeared directly in a remote alley in Liangzhou City.

The alley was narrow and deep. In a corner, a ragged beggar was huddled there because of the cold. He was about to close his eyes and take a rest when he suddenly saw two people appear out of nowhere. He widened his eyes in shock.

His face was filled with fear, his mouth opened wide, and he shouted in a trembling voice: "Monster... there is a monster..."

After saying this, he ran away quickly, crawling and tumbling, his back looking panic-stricken, as if he was being chased by a flood or a ferocious beast.