Dressed as a petite jerk

"Qingqing..."

Mo Jiuqin's fingertips pressed on the two characters.

The ink was still wet and smeared with black.

In vain, however, there was an emotion in his heart that he had never experienced before—like melancholy, regret, sigh, and some kind of endless concern.

It seems that these two words have an indescribable magic power for him...

Suddenly, an idea appeared in his mind, like a sharp needle, piercing him fiercely.

——Mo Jiuqin, Qingqing treats you so well, you are not allowed to bully Qingqing!Otherwise, I will not spare...my own...

Ok?

Lord Mozun stood up abruptly, whose voice was it?Where is the sound coming from?It got into his mind?

How could there be such a familiar voice, as familiar as himself?

"My lord, what... do you have any orders?"

The little demon was the closest to Mo Jiuqin, and was almost fainted by his sudden movement.

"Go, let Qin He cook another table of delicious food for Madam, and say that the deity repaid Madam!"

Lord Mozun gritted his teeth and said.

No matter how familiar it is, it is absolutely impossible to be his own voice.

What did that damned little witch do to him with this breakfast?

He won't make her wish...

Don't bully her?No!He wants it! !

[Ding dong, the behavior of the host to send breakfast and love letters caused the self-doubt of the Mozun lord, and the heartbeat value of the Mozun lord towards the host increased by 20 points. 】

Luo Qingci was rinsing his mouth, and when he heard the prompt, he almost swallowed a sip of water.

Quickly spit it out and asked: Little Sitong, are you right?

20 points?That man... is he okay again? ! !

【Host, actually you don’t need to ask you whether you are a man so quickly, 】Little Sitong said 【After all, when you are a man, your legs will be weak...】

[However, since the relationship between the two of us is already so good, I can tell the host... half of the 20-point fluctuation of Mr. Mozun is due to Mr. President. 】

Luo Qingci's mood became a little unstable: what do you mean?You make it clear.

President Mo Jiu loves him... Hasn't he returned to his original body?

[The host still remembers when the President hung up...cough cough, is that what he said to the host when he left? 】

【He said he didn't want them to bully you... Oh, the President is so affectionate!Not only can he awaken the dream of the professor, but he can also transmit a little of his thoughts to the demon king through the power of the connection between the soul and the soul...]

[You can understand this ability as a subtle induction between the twins, but this is an enhanced version. 】

Luo Qingci was silent for a moment: Got it!Doubt is also a kind of emotion. As long as the probability of being biased towards me is higher in the end, it becomes his heartbeat value for me.

[The host can understand it this way. 】

Luo Qingci: Then, while Chu Feifei and Hu Yaoyue's luck is still good, kill them head-on, and swallow their luck and add it to him.

[It can only be added to the next him. 】

Luo Qingci: I know.

She's just starting to hate that only she remembers and he doesn't...

Qin He sent another table of poisonous delicacies, and Luo Qingci ate it "unconsciously" while asking him about Mo Jiuqin's preferences.

"Master Mozun has no special preferences." Qin He repeated only this sentence.

"No!" From the corner of Luo Qingci's eyes, he saw a corner of Mo Jiuqin's clothes dangling to the door, and smiled brightly: "You're wrong, why doesn't your Lord Mozun have any special preferences?"

"His favorite is me?"