The Villain Is Always Afraid Of Collapse

Duan Rongrong touched Mu Jin's nose and received a small blow, but she did not give up. The little animal always believed in his instincts and felt that Mu Jin would not harm her.

Mu Jin had no ill feelings towards Yuxue’s cute little girl, and her gentle nature made her unaccustomed to colliding with others. It would be okay if the original script was placed in front of her, but now the hostess insists on coming to her. Minou's move has nothing to do with the script, so she doesn't know how to deal with it.

After a few nasty noises, Duan Rongrong was so scared that Duan Rongrong exploded his hair, but he turned his head around her, like a little squirrel that couldn't find a nest.

It wasn't until Mu Jin couldn't help but secretly reminded her that the Hundred Flowers Festival would come without making preparations, and then the little squirrel was driven away.

The nineteen-year-old Mu Jin inexplicably realized the bitterness of raising a child.

According to the to-do list previously listed in the system, the things that Zhang Mingxu explained before were all done beautifully, which surprised Mu Jin. It is not easy to have a supporting role in the original work.

She didn't hesitate to praise her. She still understood the truth about the horse running to graze the horse. When Zhang Mingxu returned to life late at night avoiding eyes and ears, Mu Jin gave him a piece of Hetian Yu that Yu Wenrui had previously rewarded.

…Zhang Mingxu’s eyes are almost wet, what's the matter?

Mu Jin didn't know if he did something wrong.

In the original work, it was not written how the two of them communicated. She just treated Zhang Mingxu according to the way the boss treats the employees. Is this... wrong?

Unexpectedly, Mu Jin sat at the table, her white hands casually placed beside the table, her wide cuffs faintly revealed a slender wrist, her eyes were dim, and her beautiful facial features were more illuminated by the pulsating candlelight. A bit deep, enchanting and ghostly.

Zhang Mingxu put her in his hand just now, and held the jade with her body temperature in his hand, lowered his head and slowly closed his warm eyes.

This is the first time that he has grown up to 22 years old, and someone has shown such straightforward admiration for what he has done.

He felt that he didn't need it before. It turned out that it was because he hadn't gotten it before, and he didn't know that he was recognized. It would shake the heart that he thought would not be knocked down by this weak emotion.

Mu Jinwen, he is really different.

Zhang Mingxu's eyes suddenly became firm, and he listened carefully to Mu Jin's next arrangements.

"...Also, you have to help me bury the southeast corner of the Hundred Flower Festival stage."

As a villain, of course, he can't be passive and sabotage. After explaining the sloppy list of tasks, Mu Jin quickly put the "business" of finding trouble with the protagonist on the agenda.

In the original work, Hundred Flower Festival is considered the first official shot by the heroine against the heroine this time.

Because of her serious injury to Duan Rongrong, the Emperor Yan, who originally trusted her very much, was displeased with her. She also began to question her about small things that she would never have in the past, which hindered her revenge plan.

Mu Jinwen sensed the threat Duan Rongrong posed to her and planned to cut her off the roots at the Hundred Flowers Festival.

As expected to be a cruel boss, the shot is almost dead.

Although Duan Rongrong didn't let her see the threat at all now...

But finally there is a plot that can go formally, Mu Jin clenched a fist and said that he could not give up.

Hearing this order from her, Zhang Mingxu's quiet eyes flashed with surprise, he thought a little, and said in a low voice: "I didn't expect you to like that girl so much."

Mu Jin's breath was choked, and an ominous premonition surged instantly.

"I heard that Noble Wu, like Duan Rongrong, danced with orchids." Zhang Mingxu said, "I thought you were just pitying her, but I didn't expect the road to be paved for her, so you want her to win."

She is not, she is not, don't talk nonsense.

Mu Jin was stunned by his divine logic, and for a while, he didn't know how to refute it, which became an acquiescence in Zhang Mingxu's eyes.

His eyes were dim and his expression was bitter. He seemed to finally realize that Mu Jin would also have a girl he liked. He took a deep breath and lowered his head to say, "I will help you."

He seemed afraid to wait for Mu Jin to speak again, and after a salute, he turned around and left.

Mu Jin was sitting in the room alone, holding the Erkang hand that was just raised, shaking.

"System, what to do now..." Mu Jin's sadness is as wide as the sea. "Although Zhang Mingxu is just a tool man who completes the task, he is also a plot character, so what can I do if he has such a big misunderstanding. "

"It's not that you are too concerned about the heroine." The system said sympathetically, "but don't worry, his mistake will have no effect on the plot, and the world has not judged you as a failure."

Mu Jin breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt that it was so bad about how she thought about it. She obviously worked so hard to maintain the personality, why did she still have such a big misunderstanding?

Tired Mu Jin took off his robe, untied his long hair, and was about to go to bed and beat the quilt to vent. After a few hard strokes, he found that he was still not drowsy, and simply got up and went outside to let out the wind.

Holding the door frame and looking up at the bright full moon, he suddenly realized that the world was approaching fifteen.

She has no worries in her own world. Every time she should be reunited with her family, she stays alone in the house, listening to the laughter and clashing of dishes and chopsticks next door, as well as the noisy noises on the TV. The taste of life.

Unexpectedly, after changing the world, he would still be alone.

With a self-deprecating laugh, he remembered the dance Duan Rongrong danced at the Hundred Flowers Festival. The original work described it as "fluttering like orchids and green, graceful as a dragon lift", "sleeves fluttering, stunning all beings."

With a move in Mu Jin's heart, the broad sleeves of his robe swayed softly along with his consciousness, his slender waist twisted around, and his light and dexterous steps revolved in a silent rhythm, and in a flash, he came to the spacious courtyard.

She has studied folk dance for a long time when she was a child. This body is a singing and dancing stubborn, with a flexible and enchanting figure, and her slender limbs stretch out soft but full of rhythmic beauty.

She wears a snow-white lining, and the light and elegant materials are scattered under her dance steps, her expression is fierce but with a trace of sorrow, like a butterfly with broken wings but still fluttering, soft and sharp and perfect. The ground is combined into one.

Mu Jin expressed his emotions in the unmanned yard, enjoying the time that belonged to him alone. With his wide sleeves trembling, his long legs stretched out a standard split.

When she first sat underground, there was a "bang" impact in the silent night, and at the place where her toes pointed, a figure slammed from the courtyard wall to the ground.

Mu Jin:? ? ?

She quickly got up and shook the ashes on her body, vaguely seeing that man's clothes were a little familiar, but she did not dare to look forward to it.

"D-Temporary Mission 2: Rescue the second man. Successful mission rewards a fake death pill, but the mission fails and he immediately died. Order: The second man's mouth and nose are blocked by blood. Artificial respiration is recommended."

Mu Jin:? ? ? ? ? ?

"System, please come out for me!" No matter how good-tempered she is, she doesn't think this task is normal. "What kind of dog than task is this! Go to the doctor when you are about to die, what's the use of finding me!"

The system is cautious: "I don't know this, and the task is not set by me... but he can't die! Just **** the blood... **** it out..."

It looked at Mu Jin's increasingly frightening expression, and was so scared that he stopped talking.

Mu Jin gloomily stared at the motionless person on his stomach. After a long while, he walked over slowly, squatting down and struggling to turn him over. He felt his body wet and greasy, and saw that Rong Feng’s Zhang Jun’s face was covered with Blood stained, she lowered her head and glanced at her hand, it turned out that it was all dark blood.

Mu Jin's face turned pale: "Are you sure he really won't die?"

"It's all traumatic, and it's impossible for him to die." The system answered quickly.

Mu Jin observed during an internship. Although the blood was not very clear in the darkness, Rong Feng did have injuries all over his body, which was comparable to the heroine who was almost killed that day.

I remembered that when I went to report to Yu Wenrui in the past few days, I didn't see him. I wanted to go to work, but my business ability was not good enough, which hurt myself like this.

Save, save a life is better than build a seven-level Buddha.

To do a good job of mental construction for herself, Mu Jin stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm, first tried to drag him up-she didn't move anymore.

The difference in body shape was too great. Mu Jin gave up decisively and went into the room to bring out a basin of clean water and a clean towel. After dampening the towel with water, he gently wiped his face.

The dirt was removed little by little, and Rong Feng lost his blood, but his handsome face appeared.

This looks much better.

Mu Jin knelt on the ground, supported Rong Feng's face with his slender hands, took a deep breath and closed his eyes and printed on his lips.

A bit cold, but very soft.

She came to a conclusion inexplicably, and felt the contraction of his throat and hurried back to help him turn his body to vomit the accumulated blood.

Rong Feng's tall body curled up and exhausted all his strength to cough out a pool of blood. Mu Jin looked a little sad, and moved his head to his knees to make him comfortable. The corners of the snow-white robe were stained. Dull red.

Then he picked up the towel again to wipe off the blood stains on him.

She wiped it all attentively, and wiped his neck clean by the way. The long eyelashes covered the dark pupils that were always invisible, and there was a kind of gentleness under the soft moonlight.

Rong Feng saw this picture when he woke up.

Although he couldn't open his eyes, his consciousness never disappeared. He didn't know why his first reaction after being injured was to come to this person, but he tried his best when he got over the wall, but it made him see that other people couldn't see it. Scene.

The shock in the heart was mixed with some faintly sprouting secret guesses, fermenting together, so that the last trace of strength could not be controlled, and it was directly planted.

He didn't even expect that this person would actually help him in this way.

Rong Feng thought silently, his eyes bright in the dark night, but he couldn't bear to break the silence of this moment.

Mu Jin wiped it, the breathing of her subordinates unknowingly stabilized, and a scorching breath sprayed on her legs.

She didn't feel right, and she broke Rong Feng's head and took a look, which happened to be right in front of his opened eyes.

Mu Jin:...

As if being scalded, Mu Jin threw Rong Feng's head out, and the whole person quickly got up and retreated several meters away from him.

Rong Feng swiftly supported the ground, without causing any secondary damage to his head. He raised his eyes to see her vigilant eyes, and smiled bitterly: "You can kill me easily now. What are you afraid of."