Return of the Villain: Long Live the Queen

The man was tall and tall, like an extremely elegant bamboo, but the hostility emanating from his body made him look like a fallen demon, extremely evil and sycophantic.

"If you really have feelings for her, go and save her... But... you can never stay together... You understand what I mean, you are fundamentally different."

The man lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was stagnated by the oppressive air, and did not respond for a long time.

"In my world...except for puppets...there is only her."

"If she is alive, she will die a worse death in the near future...and it will be because of you. She will hate you..." The woman in white sighed and said softly.

If she hates you... everything will be lost.

She seemed to have a gilded outline in the sun...

Her beautiful and soft smile...

Her stubborn tears...

Everything is gone...

"Let's go."

The man's quiet voice was a little hoarse.

Although he likes her...but, he just likes her.

Compared to the big plan...she...is not important.

unimportant.

The woman in white shook her head, and flew over the wall with her Qinggong skills. Finally, the man couldn't help but look back at the woman who stood proudly like a snowy plum in winter.

They...after all...

The man's throat was a little clogged. In an instant, the man who could turn the entire continent into a living hell while talking and laughing...actually looked like a child, showing such a disappointed expression.

Finally... he turned around, and there were some ripples of water around him, disappearing into the air. It was like the white floating clouds on the horizon, coming like the wind and leaving without a trace.

…

The juice of rotten eggs was stuck to her hair and white skirt, and it still smelled bad. But Ji Shuiyue didn't seem to care. She walked with an expressionless face, even ignoring the biting pain, as if her soul had long since disappeared.

The disappearing corpse is walking numbly.

Being pinned to the guillotine by a strong man, her eyes were empty and expressionless as she watched the executioner's hand sharpening the guillotine in front of her. The sharp knife reflected an eerie light in the sun.

Ji Shuiyue finally raised her head, as if she wanted to take one last look at the world. Looking at the mottled light and shadow cast through the gaps in the branches and leaves, in a daze, she suddenly felt that there was silence between heaven and earth, and she seemed to be out of touch.

In that world, the soul has left the body.

Ji Shuiyun was sitting on the stage that was set up not far away from the opposite side. He seemed to have red eyes and said softly: "Noon has arrived. Execution!"

The wooden sign with the red order written on it fell to the ground.

All the dust has settled.

…

The wind blew harder. The fallen leaves under the trees were blown to a rustling sound, and even the gravel rolled. The yellow sand filled the sky, confusing everyone's eyes.

Ji Shuiyue's collar flew up, revealing a black rope around her neck, and then, a round silver-white bead jumped out, flying with the restless wind.

…

The cold blade of the dragon's guillotine was close to her neck. The cold blade stung her and made her tremble. But she knew that she would not be freed immediately.

The dragon-head guillotine is a very blunt knife... During execution, it will make people die bit by bit, making them unable to extricate themselves from the pain.

Every time the blade came closer to her throat, blood flowed down like a stream, and the flesh and bones were exposed in the air, looking bloody and disgusting.

She has smelled the breath of death, and she knows that she is slowly moving away, and she is slowly dying.