Quick wear: The villain made the male protagonist cry again

chapter 102
The red cloth was lifted layer by layer, and the shiny pearl tentacles were cold to the touch.

He touched it carefully.

Soon, he wrapped the pearl earrings back layer by layer like a thief.

He hugged the box, put his face on it, and murmured softly.

"Miss."

He didn't know who he was, nor where he came from.

When he woke up, he was in a dilapidated cave, naked, covered with scars, and there was a sword wound on his abdomen.

He looked at the annoying marks on his body, even if he didn't have the memory, he knew that he was treated like a cauldron.

That's all, the man finished picking him up, and stabbed his dantian viciously with a sword.

Most of the physical abnormalities come from the front.

The person who killed him should be a woman.

He analyzed calmly.

It should be a lewd, vicious and ugly witch.

He picked up the tattered clothes on the ground and put them on his body. Just as he was about to walk out of the cave, he heard the roar of a beast. He took a step back and quickly scanned the cave with his cold eyes.

Except for a wooden stick, there are no other weapons at hand.

He picked up the stick.

The monster pressed on every step of the way, looking at him greedily with red eyes, roaring and about to pounce on him and bite him.

He hit it hard on the head with the stick.

But he didn't want to cause any real harm to the monster, but angered it instead.

Its eyes flashed red, and its huge claws slapped him to the ground.

The smelly big mouth was full of blood and evil spirits, and it was about to bite his neck off.

Between Lightning and Flint.

A girl dressed in pale pink descended from the sky, her dazzling face shone brightly in the dim cave.

The girl held a big knife in her hand, and slashed to death the monster with its bloody mouth wide open.

Blood trickled down her knife slowly, a ray of sunlight shone on her pointed face from a crack in the stone, and her fair skin was clear and flawless under the light.

For a moment, it was as if the world stood still.

He looked at the expressionless girl, his heart was beating like a drum, and he wrapped his clothes tightly in embarrassment, for fear that the girl would see the unbearable marks on his body.

By coincidence, he grabbed the girl's clothes.

Begged her to save him.

He is now seriously injured, and it is not known whether the person who hurt him has left.

If he stayed here alone, he would surely die.

He knew that the girl saved him.

He also asked the girl to take him in, which was too much.

However, he had a vague feeling in his heart that the girl would not leave him alone.

really.

The girl's clear eyes showed a surprised expression when she saw the injuries all over his body.

She smiled softly at him.

"it is good."

But he was injured too badly, and he had lost all his strength in the fight with the monster just now.

He was afraid that the girl would abandon him.

Whispering that his injury is too serious, can you give him a little time to recover his strength.

But she didn't want her to bend down and hug him up.

For a moment, the world was spinning, and he nervously hugged the girl's neck.

His filthy body was in stark contrast to the clean and bright girl, and he put down his hand in a panic.

But I don't want her to have the slightest dislike.

She brought him to the Xuanyuan sect.

Only then did he know that she turned out to be the eldest lady of the Xuanyuan School, Shen Chen.

The difference between him and her is cloud and mud.

She sent for him to be healed, and never saw him again.

Although he has established a foundation, he cannot use spiritual power.

The Xuanyuan faction looked at Shen Chen's face.

Never kicked him out.

He became an outer disciple of the Xuanyuan Sect.

He knew that his appearance was too eye-catching, so he cut a simple mask and put it on his face every day.

It's not that he can't speak.

It's just that he doesn't want to talk to those outer disciples.

For some reason, he always felt that he should have been a powerful person, at least an inner disciple.

(End of this chapter)