Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The pink mist disappeared.

The warm water washed over his body, and Liang Yanze breathed a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes and let the water droplets roll down his hair.

He turned off the water, put on his bathrobe as quickly as possible, tied the belt and walked out of the bathroom.

Liang Yanze picked up his cell phone to check the time and was about to leave. His eyes inadvertently swept across the small round table in the middle of the room and he paused.

The shell lay on the dark table, revealing a very light, hazy pink color, like clouds dyed by the sunset.

Liang Yanze frowned slightly, and the strange feeling in his heart surfaced again. He walked forward, picked up the shell that had turned pink, and threw it directly into the trash can in the room. He then quickly walked to the door, held the door handle and pressed it down.

Not moving.

Liang Yanze was stunned for a moment, then tried again with more strength. The door handle seemed to be welded shut, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push it down at all.

At this moment, Jinchen, who had hidden his figure, was also in a dilemma.

He didn't want Liang Yanze to leave, and even more so, he didn't want him to abandon him. The fog sealed the door lock.

But he didn't know how to communicate with his wife who seemed a little stupid.

Ling Gungun was chattering away in his sea of ​​consciousness, giving Jinchen some advice, which annoyed him a little.

Jinchen searched around the room and saw a pair of scissors on the table.

Have it.

Liang Yanze was trying to call the hotel staff when he suddenly heard the sound of metal friction behind him.

He looked back warily, only to see the black scissors on the table rising swayingly into the air, with the sharp tips pointing at him.

Liang Yanze: "..."

His mind went blank for a second, his pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously took a step back, his back against the cold door.

The scissors seemed pleased with his reaction and moved a little closer.

Liang Yanze turned around abruptly, tried to pull the door handle again, and even tried to hit the door with his body.

Jinchen looked at his intense reaction in surprise, not understanding why he ran away again.

I'm clearly trying very hard to communicate.

The displeasure of being ignored and resisted surged in his heart, and the floating scissors were thrown to the ground with a clang.

[Host, you'll scare him to death!] Ling Gungun was so anxious that he was spinning around in circles.

【You have to let him see you first! 】

Jinchen's mist paused in the air.

Ok.

Liang Yanze, who was trying in vain to open the door, suddenly felt the light around him dim.

He turned his head stiffly, his heart skipping a beat.

Not far in front of him, the air seemed to be like ink dripping into clear water, spreading out into a thick mist.

It continued to surge and flow slowly without any fixed shape, filling the space in front of the door.

Liang Yanze leaned against the door, his fingers cold.

He watched helplessly as two tentacles slowly emerged from the dark gray haze.

The mist-like tentacles twisted and bent flexibly in front of him, clumsily forming a crooked heart shape.

Liang Yanze: "..."

The huge sense of absurdity diluted the fear.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

This thing seemed to be conscious and had not shown any lethal aggression for the time being.

Liang Yanze tried to communicate, his voice dry from nervousness, "What... do you want?"

Jinchen controlled the two heart-shaped tentacles to spread out, and one of them rolled up the discarded scissors on the ground and made it float in front of Liang Yanze again.

The scissors flew up again, aiming straight at Liang Yanze.

Liang Yanze stared at the fog and thought of the worst possible scenario.

"You want to... kill me?"

The fog paused, then rolled violently, expressing denial.

My wife is so stupid.

Jinchen didn't understand why he would think that way.

The scissors turned in the air and pointed their sharp tips at the black fog.

The scissors sank into the surging mist, and a few drops of more condensed mist like black water droplets seeped out from the pierced area, slowly dripping down and dissipating into nothingness in mid-air.

Liang Yanze was stunned.

He hesitated, "You want... my blood?"

The fog stopped surging and was quiet for a second. The entire fog expanded and the two tentacles quickly made a standard heart shape again.

It turned out to be true.

Even though he hadn't seen many horror movies, Liang Yanze knew that he must never agree to such a request for blood from an unknown creature.

"Do not……"

As soon as the words of refusal were spoken, the originally cheerful mist cooled down, and the temperature around it seemed to drop by several degrees.

Jinchen was angry.

Before Liang Yanze could react, the suspended scissors quickly and lightly scratched the back of his hand that was supporting the door panel.

Feeling a stinging sensation, Liang Yanze groaned and retracted his hand.

Long red marks appeared on the back of the hand, and soon blood oozed out.

At the same time, the cold mist wrapped around him, enveloping him like a sticky fluid, and the straps of his bathrobe were rubbed open and slid to the ground.

Jinchen saw that there was a very shallow knife mark on Liang Yanze's arm.

Liang Yanze leaned against the cold door panel, overwhelmed by the cold touch, and his whole body stiffened.

The black mist has no solid substance, but it sticks tightly to every inch of skin, flowing slowly and entwining.

After the fear and coldness passed, the tingling on the back of my hand gradually subsided and was replaced by an indescribable feeling.

It felt like being washed by countless tiny, cold streams of water, with a slight numbness flowing along the wound to every part of the body.

This feels so weird.

Liang Yanze clenched his teeth, but a low gasp came out of his throat uncontrollably, and his legs felt a little weak.

His consciousness gradually blurred and he was about to fall to the ground. In a trance, he seemed to hear a whisper in his ear.

"My name is Jin...Chen..."

Liang Yanze completely lost consciousness.

Seeing him fall down, Jinchen was shocked and quickly retracted all the mist.

Liang Yanze, who had lost his support, was about to fall to the ground. Jinchen hurriedly sent out a few wisps of mist, barely supporting him, but his movements seemed a bit clumsy.

[Host, quickly carry him to bed! The floor is cold!] Ling Gungun quickly commanded.

Well, that's troublesome.

Jinchen carefully wrapped the mist around Liang Yanze's waist and knees, lifted him up lightly, and placed him on the big bed in the bedroom.

She also pulled the quilt over his chest.

Jinchen felt great after sucking Liang Yanze's fragrant blood.

Satisfied, the black mist quickly shrank and became a small ball of black mist the size of a palm, which floated down lightly and got into the quilt.

He lay on Liang Yanze's chest muscles, rubbed them, and then stopped moving.

-

The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains.

Liang Yanze's eyelids trembled and he slowly woke up. After a slight dizziness, the bizarre fragments of memories from last night flooded into his mind.

Liang Yanze sat up and lowered his head to check the back of his hand.

The red mark made by the scissors is still there, but it has healed to a very light pink line. It is not noticeable unless you look closely. It looks more like some kind of pattern.

He subconsciously touched his chest, which still felt slightly prickly from being rubbed. He looked in the mirror and indeed saw a very faint pink mark.

It felt like being rubbed tightly against something rough yet soft.

Liang Yanze raised his hand and pressed his throbbing temple.

All this seemed like an absurd and bizarre dream, but the marks on his body reminded him that it was all real.

Liang Yanze looked around the room with a complicated expression. Everything was as usual. The shell appeared on the bedside table again.

He quickly stood up and put on his clothes. The fabric rubbed against his chest skin, bringing a strange friction sensation.

Liang Yanze decided to change rooms immediately.

On the bed, Little Black Wu was curled up on the pillow and sleeping soundly when he was woken up by Ling Gungun.

[Host, wake up! Your wife is about to run away! ]

The mist shifted a bit, dissatisfied, "You're so noisy, I want to sleep."

Ling Gungun wanted to shake him awake.

He's packing up, changing rooms, and leaving! Why don't you follow him?

Jinchen moved, turned over slowly, and then became silent again.

Zero Gungun: [……]

It was silent for a second, then quietly threw out its trump card.

[You're really craving your wife's blood, right? Now that she's gone, you won't be able to suck it anymore.]

The black fog suddenly spread, becoming thin and transparent, and quickly floated towards Liang Yanze who was putting on his coat. Just like yesterday, it silently stuck to his back and followed him out of the room.