Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 129 Punishing the World 19

Ni Qing knew nothing about the main space.

Wei Juan stayed by her side at all times, clinging to her like glue, and any slight movement would be noticed.

Just as she had guessed, even after midnight, the sky showed no sign of getting dark and the sun was shining brightly.

Ni Qing checked the time; it still showed the 28th.

This has caused great dissatisfaction among many NPCs: "Isn't it boring that the timeline has been stuck here? Are you really going to go to such extremes for your own selfish desires?"

What's the most important thing? They can't get out of this world or get in, so what's the meaning of their lives? I really miss the desperate, dying expressions of outsiders.

They don't want to leave an ancestor here.

Wei Juan ignored this and led Ni Qing back to his room, saying slowly, "Want to sleep?"

She sat on the edge of the bed, her thoughts in turmoil, and she had no intention of answering him. This action displeased him, and he reached out, his cold, pale fingertips gripping her chin.

Wei Juan raised an eyebrow slightly, lazily lowered his eyelids, and slowly met her gaze: "You can't ignore me."

After a long pause, he gave a wicked laugh: "Can we do something else? In terms of sleeping?"

Ni Qing: "??????"

She immediately shook off his hand, staring at him incredulously, as if to say, "What nonsense are you spouting? Is this what you're imagining?"

Wei Juan was never one to talk the talk; the next second he put his words into action.

Ni Qing was suddenly pushed onto the bed, her wrists pinned down, and a barrage of kisses assaulted her. The young man tentatively bit her lips, originally intending to take things slowly.

It quickly became fierce and violent. She had never encountered such a situation before, and her mouth was covered with tiny wounds from being bitten.

Before she could react in her daze, he deftly pried open her lips and teeth, his continuous thrusts like a sudden storm, catching her off guard, and the once fresh air gradually thinned out.

She was so dizzy from the kisses that her face turned bright red, not from shyness, but because she couldn't breathe.

Ni Qing suppressed the coldness in her eyes and struggled violently, but her strength was nothing more than a tickle to the young man.

Wei Juan's face was filled with satisfaction, and his gaze gradually moved downwards, kissing her neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of ambiguous marks. He raised his eyes, gently whispering in her ear, "I want to...you..."

Ni Qing retorted expressionlessly, "Is this world some kind of erotic novel?"

103 trembled, thankful it had no physical form; it could only trouble its partner to sacrifice its beauty. Even though it was still daytime, what if something unspeakable happened? Would it need to be blocked?

Fortunately, Wei Juan still had a shred of humanity and stopped in time.

He licked the streaks of blood from his lips, his eyes dark and his skin pale, like a vampire who hadn't seen the light in centuries, eerily sinister.

She lay helplessly on the bed, her features still exquisite and bright despite her bare face. Her lips were stained red as if coated with a delicate lip rouge, and her long, wavy hair was spread out on the bed like seaweed, making her look like a bewitching and charming fairy.

Her lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing rapidly.

She was powerless in this world of punishment, and even the countless gadgets she invented were frozen and unusable; nothing that could be used to cheat was allowed to be brought in.

Wei Juan's eyes deepened, he closed them briefly, then opened them again with his usual innocent expression: "Ni Qing, stay here. This world is so wonderful."

The darkness in her heart grew wildly like weeds in the very first round; she was destined to be his wife for life.

He made a vow to his god with almost piety: "Stay and marry me."

Ni Qing didn't know when she sat up, and a ring had been put on her ring finger. It looked simple, but it was very expensive.

She patted his shoulder solemnly and said deeply, "You are a good person..."

She attempted to awaken the male protagonist's conscience with inspirational quotes.

But she couldn't awaken what the other person didn't have.

Wei Juan smiled gently, the curve of his lips warm and helpless, full of doting affection. The moment he uttered those words, he was not seeking the other party's consent.

His fine eyelashes concealed the look of desire and glint in his eyes, making him appear innocent and harmless: "The whole world will bless us, my love." He was even filled with anticipation for the wedding that had yet to take place.

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For countless subsequent 28s, Wei Juan seemed to have vanished without a trace, never appearing before her again, until one day, the door was knocked on after a long absence.

Ni Qingxin was on guard, so she slowly walked over and opened the door.

Standing at the door wasn't Wei Juan, but a group of strangers. Their expressions were stiff, their smiles blank, and their dark gazes locked onto her: "Hello, today is your wedding day. Please allow us to do your makeup."

Ni Qing: "..." What? I got married? How come I didn't know?

The other party forcibly barged into the inner room and, taking advantage of her moment of confusion, tried to help her change into a wedding dress.

The result was that the house was full of dead bodies.

Ni Qing calmly put down the dagger, kicked the NPC at her feet away, and prepared to leave. She had made up her mind; reincarnation was better than the current miserable situation. She would just kill the male protagonist.

She stepped into the pool of blood, slowly opened the door, and prepared to leave.

A dark shadow came into view right in front of them.

Wei Juan lazily smiled at her, his eyes crinkling: "Give up struggling, killing me won't help."

He even took her hand slowly and led her step by step into the elevator. When the doors opened on the first floor, it was packed with people.

Ni Qing had never seen so many people standing together in such a neat row, giving her stiff smiles.

"Hello, outsider, you're lucky."

"From now on, we'll be comrades."

The constant noise assaulted her ears, and she instinctively stepped back, feeling somewhat disgusted.

Wei Juan stood beside her, smiling and gesturing, "I told you, everyone will bless us."

She opened her lips, but the words in her ear were like the whispers of demons, and the voices of the NPCs surrounded her like curses, giving her a terrible headache.

Suddenly, everything went quiet.

The young man beside him also suppressed the corners of his lips that had been curling up, exuding a fierce aura.

Not far away, a tall, unfamiliar man stood there. His silver hair was as smooth and lustrous as silk, his pale gray eyes were devoid of any human consciousness, and he wore a white robe, like a god descended from the sky.

The other person strolled over casually.

Their silver hair was gently blown by the wind, and one by one, the NPCs vanished like smoke. The world was emptied of its inhabitants, leaving only the three of them.