Fast Travel: My villain must be blackened

The emperor was quickly attracted, he laughed like crazy when he saw this scene, and kicked the dead Wang Chen's legs fiercely.

He praised Hua Ling for a while and asked her to throw his body into a mass grave.

The plot went on smoothly and everything returned to the original track, and Hua Ling escaped from the story.

Weeds were overgrown and the ground was muddy. Big drops of raindrops fell and washed blood into the soil, dyeing the black soil almost red.

Hualing's long black hair was tied with a hosta, and she stepped on the mud in a gold-inlaid plain dress. Her white skirt was stained by sewage and mud spots, and she held a red umbrella with no expression on her face.

His long eyebrows were drawn into his temples, and his clear eyes were like well water without any ripples, but those fox eyes that would look charming with just a little expression were very clear at the moment.

She walked in the rain, and the rain and mist surged up layer by layer, as if it brought a layer of soft light to her, making her more holy.

Manshu couldn't stop feeling emotional.

This feeling is right, the judge she heard is like this image!

Hua Ling's eyes were indifferent, and she didn't see the scattered corpses in the pit. The rain washed away the bloody and rancid smell a lot, but it was still strong.

But he didn't take these dirt in his eyes at all, as if everything was the same in her eyes.

Hua Ling stepped on the bloody soil, bent down and picked apart the corpses, her white hands were stained with a lot of blood, and finally found Wang Chen's corpse.

Manshu sighed again.

The time when the adults delayed their departure was indeed to look for Wang Chen.

She still remembered that Wang Chen didn't let the adults approach him at that time, just because he was injured and bled so as not to stain the adults' hands, he must never have imagined that today would happen.

"Manshu, lend me some strength."

"Okay, my lord."

Hualing's avatar must abide by the rules of the small world in the small world, and cannot use power. In fact, the power that Manshu can use is not much, but it is enough to solve the immediate matter.

Hua Ling raised her hand to gently wipe away the blood from the corner of Wang Chen's mouth.

Hua Ling raised his hand lightly, and the long arrows that pierced his body were all shattered into powder and washed away by the rain.

Hua Ling wanted to help him up, but found that there seemed to be something in his chest. She unbuttoned his skirt and took out a small brocade bag from a hidden pocket, opened it, and inside was the sympathetic knot she wove.

He really has it with him all the time.

"Sorry, today I will collect your bones for you, so that you can have a good next life."

Hua Ling sighed and snapped her fingers, and the two disappeared here out of thin air.

The wind was clear and the moon was bright, Hua Ling raised her hand to wash away the dirt on Wang Chen's body and face with a faint light, she put his body into the coffin and buried him.

The scenery here is beautiful, and it is a good place to go.

She put up a sign for him, without writing a word on it.

Hua Ling raised her hand to feel the wind passing through her palm, and said softly, "The wind is blowing."

A little fox with a paper kite appeared in her palm. Hua Ling took advantage of the breeze and took the paper kite up to follow the wind.

Hua Ling twirled the string of the kite to watch it fly higher and higher.

She tied the thread to the Unknown Monument.

In this way, it can be regarded as releasing paper kites together.

"My lord, are you all right?"

"It's nothing." Hua Ling's voice sounded a little ethereal, "You remember him, and arrange a better life for him when I finish my mission and return to myself."

"Good lord."

"Let's go."

Hua Ling's figure disappeared into the night, and after the wind stopped, the little fox landed on the mound with an intimate gesture.