Dressed as a petite jerk

Wearing a blood-colored robe, Mo Jiuqin raised his head and glanced at Luo Qingci, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Hey, my baby's mother is here?"

He casually inserted the knife in his hand into the staring, lifeless prisoner, walked to the nearby sink, and washed his hands.

But the water in the basin was already blood red, he washed it for a long time, but his hands were still covered with blood, so he simply gave up and walked towards Luo Qingci step by step.

"Why are you still covering your nose? Do you think my place is not clean? Huh?"

"Master, Princess Fushun said that women who have just had children are more disgusted by the smell of blood and can't smell it~" When Eunuch Dong faced Mo Jiuqin, he bent his waist deeply, almost touching the ground.

"Huh? There's still such a thing?" Mo Jiuqin didn't know what to do, looked around, and suddenly stepped forward: "Then... the prisoner in the cage next to him was disposed of yesterday, and the smell will be a little lighter Please go and sit over there, princess."

He took the initiative to come over, as if he wanted to personally lead Luo Qingci to go there.

But how should I put it, he is still in an extremely unlucky physique. This step seems to be a bit too big, and he stepped on the heart he threw with his own hands. The thing was stained with blood and slipped his body The soles of his feet made him rush towards Luo Qingci without standing still.

This kind of change, not to mention Dong Gonggong and others standing next to him, even Luo Qingci and himself did not expect it.

So the two hugged each other tightly.

Luo Qingci was also startled before he realized it. While kicking the heart aside as if nothing had happened, he said to Mr. Nine Thousand Years who hadn't let go: "I heard that Mr. Nine Thousand Years has been more serious in recent years." Unlucky, I can step on shit when I go out, this princess and some people are jealous of the power that Lord Nine Thousand Years has too much, jealousy of Lord Nine Thousand Years, unexpectedly it is true."

Mo Jiuqin's face immediately became gloomy.

He has indeed been very unlucky no matter what he does in the past few years, and he hates others to say that he is unlucky!

Even if others are telling the truth.

He laughed!The incomparably cold smile.

"It turns out that Princess Fushun still came to judge whether I am really unlucky?"

"So, princess, have you heard of it? What I like more is to make others more unlucky than me, huh?"

[Warning warning!Lord Nine Thousand Years has vicious intentions of torturing his master to death!The heartbeat value for the master has increased by 3 points! 】

Luo Qingci: He wants to kill me?But still getting excited for me?

His taste is so unique?

[He has 3 points that are neither high nor low for everyone who does it himself! 】

[After all, not just anyone is interested in letting him do it himself. Master, the trace of air remaining on Mr. Nine Thousand Years has been polluted by half of the turbid air, and his luck value is lower than that of beggars on the street. Low, and full of unlucky black air, he is now an extremely crazy contradictory body, you must... be careful. 】

This is the first time Xiao Qitongzi has seen such a dangerous clone.

Easier to lose control than she knew!

She can only hope in her heart that the master can really handle it.

She couldn't figure it out, so she ran away with her master as quickly as possible...

"I've heard of it too..." Luo Qingci became a little nervous after being told by Xiao Qitongzi, but the more this happened, the calmer she became, so she fell into the perception of Mo Jiuqin and the people around her Even Princess Fushun has nothing to fear.

It's just that his expression has become more serious...

He still calmly said to Master Nine Thousands, "So I think this hobby is quite special, and I quite appreciate Master Nine Thousands's special hobby, as long as... this special hobby doesn't fall on me... ..."

"Coincidentally! I have no other advantages as a person, but I really like to do small experiments that others don't want!" Mo Jiuqin's smile made people feel even more creepy: "Then the princess will be my test subject."

"Choose one, does the princess want to experience having her heart gouged out? Or experience me giving the princess all the bad things I encountered in the seventh prison?"

This is what it means to kill Luo Qingci!

Hearing this, Eunuch Dong hesitated for a moment, but he still spoke: "Master, Princess Fushun is the lucky star of the Xuanyuan Dynasty after all... Puff~"

Before he could finish his sentence, Mo Jiuqin slapped him hard without looking back. He was like a sandbag being beaten and hit the blood-stained wall hard.

He still struggled to get up and knelt on the spot...

But I heard Luo Qingci say to Mo Jiuqin: "You can only choose these two?"

"Is it possible that I choose the third one?"

"For example, there is an extra child of Mr. Nine Thousand Years in my belly? Mr. Nine Thousand Years, try to dig him out?"