MTL - Do You Know How to Capture a Villain?-Chapter 63 63%

Shen Rongyu tilted his head sideways, with a long and slender neck line. In the moonlight shining in from the window, there were deep and shallow shadows on his neck, outlining the outline of his bones.

He fixed his eyes on the imprint of epiphyllum behind his ear, the extended petals had a slender end, matched with the blood red color, it had a bit of coquettish beauty under the moonlight.

This is indeed Ji Qingzhuo's work, because although the epiphyllum jade pendant on his waist is simple in shape, it is roughly the same shape.

Shen Rongyu asked himself a question, why are almost all his clothes related to epiphyllum?

Maybe I just like it for no reason.

In the mirror, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

His sleeves fluttered with the wind, and everything around him was extremely quiet at this moment.

In an instant, he disappeared in place, the house was silent, and the moonlight under the autumn sun was icy cold.

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After Shen Rongyu left, Ji Qingzhuo packed up and prepared to go to bed. When she first returned to Baishui Island, she had already fed and fed, so she didn't need to go to Shen Rongyu's place again.

She lowered her head and splashed the hot water in the copper basin onto her face. The room was warm, so she took off her fox fur and put it on a chair beside her. She was painting just now, and her face was dripping with sweat because of nervousness. .

After taking a shower, Ji Qingzhuo felt that she was much better. She looked at the umbrella with the epiphyllum painted on it, and she was a little happy.

It seemed that some wish was fulfilled, and her heart, which was already easily filled, seemed to be wrapped up, and she felt very relieved.

Before going to sleep, Ji Qingzhuo carefully placed the umbrella beside his bed, then climbed onto the bed and went to sleep.

She was wrapped in a thick quilt, wrapped herself into a big rice dumpling, and buried her head in the quilt, only the back of her head was exposed. It seemed that only this way of sleeping could allow her to fall asleep peacefully.

For a long time, in the quiet night, a figure flew across the moonlight, heading straight for Ji Qingzhuo's residence.

Maomao, who was quietly sleeping in a corner of the courtyard, was awakened by the sound of footsteps. It raised its head, glanced at Shen Rongyu, and found that it was an acquaintance, so it lowered its head and fell asleep again.

Shen Rongyu held the snow-burying sword in his hand, pushed the door, and walked directly into Ji Qingzhuo's room. The moonlight poured into the room from behind him, outlining his figure in a lonely and slender figure.

He looked at Ji Qingzhuo who was lying quietly on the bed, his beautiful long eyelashes drooping, and the killing intent in his eyes could not be concealed.

To him, Ji Qingzhuo might just be a fun object, keeping it, teasing her, watching her reaction is also quite interesting.

However, Ji Qingzhuo was able to leave traces on him—with her blood, Shen Rongyu couldn't understand this, but he hated the feeling of being controlled, and now...Ji Qingzhuo left traces on him, although unconsciously Yes, but he... can't take it.

Since it is unacceptable, then kill it.

He raised his sword, came to Ji Qingzhuo's bed, and looked at her.

Ji Qingzhuo slept soundly, and she never dreamed, so her breathing was even and shallow at this time.

She clutched her quilt tightly, and in her sleep, she also had such an insecure posture, it seemed that no one could give her a power to make her feel at ease, and she didn't believe in herself very much.

Even when she was asleep, her expression was dull, her thin lips were tightly pressed, and her long eyelashes drooped quietly on her closed eyes, like a butterfly perched.

Shen Rongyu only took one look, tracing the light and shadow of the moonlight on her cheeks, he didn't hesitate any more, just took out the sword, the snow-buried sword flashed coldly under the moon, the mirror-like sword body reflected Ji Qingzhuo's tranquility sleeping face.

However, when the sword light was about to fall, Shen Rongyu's movements stopped, and he raised his hand, ready to pull the quilt covering Ji Qingzhuo's body a little.

Maybe there is no need to cut her face down, he wants to cut her body with a sword along her neck, her soul may be gone, but he can make her into a puppet without thinking and belonging to her alone.

When Shen Rongyu pulled away the quilt covering Ji Qingzhuo, Ji Qingzhuo felt the coolness, and she sneezed.

She didn't notice that Shen Rongyu had come, she just fell asleep quietly, with no special expression on her face.

But she felt Shen Rongyu's breath in her deep sleep. Because of the murderous intent, he didn't pretend anymore, even his palms were cold. When Shen Rongyu's cold hand pulled the quilt on her body, Ji Qingzhuo felt a familiar feeling. a feeling of.

It was the red airflow, growing in the boundless sea of ​​blood, the red airflow that clung to her tightly.

Ji Qingzhuo turned his face sideways, rubbing Shen Rongyu's fingers as if in the training space, this was just a conditioned reflex action, as long as the red air flow was close to her, he would respond in this way.

Shen Rongyu's fingers pressed against her cheeks, her face may have been caught in the wind and cold, or for some other reason, it was very hot.

Did his long eyelashes tremble slightly, his fingers froze, and he suddenly turned in a direction.

Maybe... there is no need to use the sword, the sword is bloodthirsty, it has absorbed all her flesh and blood, and there is nothing left.

If it is strangled, no scars will be left, and there is no need to cover up the wounds when making dolls.

Since he opened the door and saw Ji Qingzhuo, he has changed his mind twice and gave in every time.

However, Ji Qingzhuo almost didn't do anything, she was lying there quietly, and she was able to collide with the killing intent that he had originally gathered.

His fingers caressed her neck, her pulse was throbbing, pulsating in the palm of his hand, and when it touched her, the epiphyllum imprint on the back of her neck seemed to start to heat up.

Shen Rongyu was still wearing the large robe he put on when he just came up from the small pond. The texture of silk was as white as moonlight, and it was loosely wrapped. The collar behind his neck also spread out and drooped, revealing the bright red epiphyllum imprint. .

There was a big mirror next to Ji Qingzhuo's bed. At this moment, he leaned over to touch Ji Qingzhuo's neck. On his neck in the mirror, the slender black line scars were indistinct, but the red cloud was faintly lit up. — the moment he touched her.

Because the imprint was hot, Shen Rongyu exerted some strength on his fingertips, and pressed **** Ji Qingzhuo's neck pulse.

Ji Qingzhuo still didn't react, because the red airflow in the training space was also tightly wrapped around her neck. Sometimes she couldn't breathe, and would make a soft panting sound, and the airflow would relax a little, and even He would gently peck and kiss her neck as if expressing apology.

Of course, Ji Qingzhuo didn't need such an apology.

She didn't realize the danger was approaching.

When she felt that Shen Rongyu's hand was gradually tightening, she was very sleepy and didn't want to wake up, she just raised her hand, as if in the cultivation space, and hugged him tightly in front of her.

In the sea of ​​blood, what she hugged was the red air flow that had just transformed into the exit.

Today in the moonlight, what she hugged was the complete Shen Rongyu.

Ji Qingzhuo hugged him in a daze, and called out: "Xiaoyu, don't do this."

She thought, this red airflow finally had a human form.

Ji Qingzhuo hugged him and gently pulled him down, Shen Rongyu was covering her body, his other elbow was bent and propped against her ear, so that he didn't completely press down.

When Ji Qingzhuo embraced his neck with some enthusiasm, Shen Rongyu's eyes dimmed, and the hand that was pinching her neck loosened.

He thought, if she was killed and made into a real puppet, the mindless puppet should have the same expression as Ji Qingzhuo now, with a blank face, dumb and stupid, and even slow to speak. Tuntun, no matter what he said or did, she couldn't give him any response.

So what's the difference between killing her and keeping her?

Whether the wood is dead or alive is the same.

He convinced himself with such outrageous reasons, and the red cloud under the back of his head continued to light up.

Shen Rongyu let go of his hand, the intention to kill disappeared instantly, killing her was just in his mind, she couldn't escape.

However, just as he took off Ji Qingzhuo's hand around his neck and stood up to leave, Ji Qingzhuo woke up.

He made such a big commotion, no matter how slow Ji Qingzhuo was, she should have woken up.

Before Ji Qingzhuo opened her eyes, she sniffed, and the quiet fragrance of the soul had penetrated into her nostrils, and she inhaled vigorously.

She fell into a drowsy sleep, and subconsciously called out: "Senior Brother Xiaoyu?"

Shen Rongyu closed her eyes, he was dragged onto the bed by Ji Qingzhuo, so their current posture...is quite inappropriate.

Moreover, how could he explain his sudden appearance in her room?

Shen Rongyu didn't speak, but straightened up and knelt beside Ji Qingzhuo.

The moonlight slanted in from outside the door, his loose hair fell down, sticking to the side of his white as cold jade cheeks, and the white silk clothes fell down.

Ji Qingzhuo opened her eyes, she turned her head to look at him, she hadn't reacted yet, her mind was muddled just after being woken up, and she couldn't think of anything.

"Senior Brother Xiaoyu?" She insisted on calling him, "It's so late, what are you doing looking for me?"

Ji Qingzhuo's voice is very soft and soft, not because of her soft personality, but because she is too lazy and not interested in anything, even saying a word seems to consume energy she is not willing to spend.

Shen Rongyu knew that she was easy to deceive, so he pushed the Burial Snow Sword away a little, and said without changing his expression: "I came to look for you when I remembered that I haven't practiced today."

He is used to wearing a mask of hypocrisy, so he can tell reasonable lies with his mouth.

Ji Qingzhuo narrowed her eyes, the night wind blew away from the door, her eyes were not very good, against the moonlight, she couldn't see his appearance clearly.

She was extremely sleepy, and yawned, and found that Shen Rongyu was only wearing a thin coat, revealing his cold white skin, with well-defined muscles.

It is clearly a very beautiful body, but behind him are terrifying scars and the flirtatious Hong Tan.

Ji Qingzhuo didn't think much about it. After waking up from a deep sleep, her thinking ability was already slow. All she thought about was—

"Okay, let's practice." She agreed.

Then, she half-supported herself, and pulled out the thick quilt that had been warmed by her body temperature.

She threw the quilt on him, and Shen Rongyu leaned back a little.

"Cover yourself with a quilt." Ji Qingzhuo said, "If you don't wear so little, you don't want to catch the wind and cold like me."

The tip of Shen Rongyu's tongue curled up slightly, and he wanted to say something again.

Ji Qingzhuo's eyes fell on his lips, and when his lips moved, she knew what he was going to say.

"You can't say I'm a fool." Ji Qingzhuo pushed the quilt onto Shen Rongyu.

Shen Rongyu leaned over, and his body covered him, blocking the moonlight, leaving a shadow, and the hair on his forehead fell down.

Who would have imagined that he came here to kill her in the first place?

Ji Qingzhuo didn't know, only he knew.

But he held her wrist, and said in a low voice, as usual: "Practice."

"Okay." Ji Qingzhuo answered, and she fell into his arms.

Spiritual energy poured in from the place where the skins of the two touched, and Ji Qingzhuo's consciousness floated upwards, leaving his body.

She seemed to hear something Shen Rongyu said, but she couldn't hear it clearly because her consciousness had already left her body.

Shen Rongyu's thin lips parted slightly, and he said such a sentence to Ji Qingzhuo who was confused.

"It's so stupid, it's much more comfortable to die like this than to stay sober by my side." He said so.

The author has something to say:

Shen Rongyu: I'm here to kill her

Get ready to slash with a sword

Cut off the neck, hide the wound

Or just strangle it without wounds

Forget it, don't kill it.

Practice it qwq