Transmigrated into a Waste Who Married the Villain.

Chapter 95: Nightmare

Qingyi gasped in shock at the sight and hurriedly wiped with her handkerchief, exclaiming, “Demon lord, I don't know what happened…”

Qu Weiyin raised her hand and waved it dismissively. “It’s nothing,” she replied coolly. Then, using her divine power, the water stains on her attire evaporated instantly.

She stood up and stepped down from the platform, walking towards Luo Jinxiao with a probing gaze.

Luo Jinxiao kept her head lowered, and as Qu Weiyin's flowing skirt came closer, her heartbeat quickened, the sound nearly audible as it raced in her chest.

Qu Weiyin halted before her, her voice both alluring and aloof. “Look up.”

Luo Jinxiao's neck felt rigid, but she slowly lifted her eyes to meet Qu Weiyin’s gaze. Her breath caught in her throat.

Qu Weiyin suddenly extended her hand, her slender fingers gliding across Luo Jinxiao's chin, sending a shiver of cold sensation coursing through her.

“Demon lord!” Qingyi interjected, emerging from behind and standing next to Qu Weiyin. Glancing back at Luo Jinxiao, she ingratiatingly added, “Lord Yougui is waiting for you in the annex.”

Qu Weiyin withdrew her hand with annoyance and turned to walk toward the door, her skirt fluttering as it brushed against Luo Jinxiao’s ankle.

Qingyi visibly exhaled in relief as she hastily followed, not forgetting to shoot a venomous glare at Luo Jinxiao, rife with resentment.

Luo Jinxiao scoffed inwardly; the way Qingyi nearly glued herself to Qu Weiyin was painfully obvious, a thought that spoke volumes about her intentions.

“You guys, wait for the demon lord in the Cold Moon Hall,” Qingyi said as she swayed gracefully, glancing back at them.

Luo Jinxiao followed the group inward, passing through the dimly lit archway to an ancient stone door. Beyond it lay Qu Weiyin's Cold Moon Hall, a place they obviously had no right to enter, so they could only wait outside.

Just as Luo Jinxiao began to settle down after the initial excitement of seeing Qu Weiyin, a sudden doubt filled her mind. Had Qu Weiyin truly forgotten her?

Yet that sense of familiarity during their eye contact made her feel suddenly dazed.

As she was deep in thought, she suddenly heard someone calling her; it was a guard in armor instructing her to follow him to the annex.

Luo Jinxiao collected her thoughts and quickly followed.

However, the route they were taking was entirely different from before. She had figured this out but chose not to confront it; she continued to walk casually.

As they turned a corner, the guard suddenly looked back at her, swinging his dagger infused with dark energy toward the crown of Luo Jinxiao’s head. Before the blade could even touch her hair, it snapped in two.

The guard, having swung at nothing, stood there blankly, staring at the hilt in his palm. Just then, a cracking sound echoed from his neck, and he collapsed abruptly, his armored body clanking heavily as it hit the ground.

Luo Jinxiao hadn’t even lifted a finger. She raised an eyebrow and glanced behind her, humming a little tune as she stepped over the fallen guard.

Just a mere demon, overestimating himself.

Following her instincts, she retraced her steps back to the grand hall, passing through the guards without attracting attention. Upon reaching the entrance to the annex, she paused to listen at the door.