Dressed as a petite jerk

With a "click", he pulled out the belt and threw it on the ground.

The wet robe was immediately taken off and thrown away.

Then he walked into the room, wearing a pair of underpants, casually tilted on the couch, took out an extremely exquisitely carved hollow ball and played with it in his hand, then looked at Luo Qingci again: "Princess Fushun Don't you take off your wet clothes?"

"I lit the stove here, it's not cold."

Just after coming out of the waterfall, people are shivering with cold.

If it was the original owner, he must be shaking right now.

But Luo Qingci is not a mortal body, and this bit of water-cold air does not have much influence on her.

"I don't need to take it off, Master Jiuqian can do whatever he wants."

"What? Didn't you all sleep with me before? Are you still shy? Huh?" Mo Jiuqin hooked the corner of his mouth, and suddenly said, "Okay, don't go around with me."

"Tell me, what are you? Where did you come from? Where did you get the real Princess Fushun?"

"I've just seen you up close, and your face is not fake, and when you get close, you can't help but emit a lotus fragrance that makes you want to be convinced. It's interesting~"

Luo Qingci couldn't help being startled by these words: "What did you say?"

"What this king does is to see through people's skins. You can still see clearly whether you are Fushun." Mo Jiuqin explained patiently: "What's more, Fushun is controlled by that monster. After giving birth to the boy, the first thing I did was to use the boy to tie up that monster, how could I come here to rely on this king?"

Nine thousand years old has a fief and a throne, and is titled Jiujue, so it is also called Jiuwang or Juewang.

At the beginning, this award shocked the whole world. After all, it was unprecedented in history to confer a servant and eunuch as king.

But under Mo Jiuqin's iron-blooded policy, everyone gradually recognized it...

But most of the time, it is still customary to call him Nine Thousand Years Old.

"You mean a monster? Is it my son-in-law Zhao Rende?" Luo Qing asked.

"It's Princess Fushun's son-in-law Zhao Rende." Mo Jiuqin corrected.

"Master Nine Thousand Years, are you serious?" Luo Qingci looked around and found that there were no seats prepared for guests.

It was obvious that Mo Jiuqin never thought of bringing guests to the place where he lived.

Seeing that the ground was soft and clean, he simply sat on the ground casually.

Then I heard Mo Jiuqin reply: "It's as serious as you said that you have this king's child in your belly."

【Ding!Lord Nine Thousand Years suspects that the master is also a monster, a monster that he can't deal with Zhao Rende. He came here to use his hands to deal with Zhao Rende. Maybe the master is the breakthrough for him to find the reason why the world is abnormal! 】

【Ding!Because Master Jiuqian feels that the master is special, the heartbeat value for the master has increased by 5...]

[But if the master doesn't admit that he is a monster, he might kill the master on the spot.Because—what is useless to him, his habits are ruins! 】

Luo Qingci: Huh?So I still have to be a goblin?

"I am indeed not the original Princess Fushun," Luo Qingci said after organizing his words, "And I also know why you are unlucky when you meet Zhao Rende. One of the purposes of my coming to the Xuanyuan Dynasty is also For Zhao Rende."

"Since you have guessed it all, then, do you want to join forces with me?"