Dressed as a petite jerk

Mo Jiuqin's eyes sank, and some kind of extremely excited emotion appeared in his eyes: "Sure enough, there are secrets in this world that I don't know about!"

【Ding!Lord Nine Thousand Years feels that there are no human beings in the world that he can't deal with, and he has lost his purpose of living, but because he just had a new goal-to tear off the disguise of the world and search for non-human beings-in fact, he wanted to dig out non-human beings. What's wrong with the human heart...]

【Ding!Jiuqian believes that the master can help him get close to non-human beings, and his heartbeat value for the master has increased by 15 points...]

Luo Qingci: Ah, this?

Does he think being human is boring?

The non-humans of this small world... I remember this small world as a quiet small world.

The kind of non-human beings he wants to torture, isn't it just me, you, and the origin that is biased by the turbid air?

Speaking of the origin, where is the origin of this small world?

[Master, the origin of this small world is expending its own power to transfer part of the luck of the heroine of the pseudo-world to Zhao Rende, the spirit body dissipates and has become a cloud of gas that cannot speak...]

Luo Qingci: Got it, I can't go looking for trouble anymore!

"What good will it do me if I join hands with you?" Mo Jiuqin rested his chin with his hand: "Otherwise...you can change into a demon body first and show me?"

"Lord Jiuqian is overthinking," Luo Qingci said flatly, "I'm not a monster."

"Zhao Rende is not a monster either."

"There is no monster in this world that you want to dig out your heart."

"Oh? Really?" The hollow ball in Mo Jiuqin's hand suddenly stopped spinning. Holding the ball, he slowly got up, walked in front of Luo Qingci, and stared at Luo Qingci condescendingly top of the head.

【warn!warn!Xiaoqi read Lord Nine Thousand Years' heartfelt words - if this ball hits it like this, will this thing's head be shattered?try? 】

【Owner!I think we should run away! 】

Didn't she remind Master that Nine Thousand Years finally found a new target?How could the master have punctured this goal.

It's over, Lord Nine Thousand Years is definitely going to be angry, and he's going to kill his master...

Luo Qingci did not move, but said more firmly: "Yes, there are no monsters in this world. There are only unpredictable human hearts and luck!"

"Master Nine Thousand Years' luck is so low that even a stray dog ​​is not as good. No matter what you do in the past few years, you are very unlucky."

"If you kill me again, it is possible to die on the spot..."

Xiao Qitongzi: Ah, this... Lord Nine Thousand Years' luck is worse than that of a beggar on the street, but better than that of a stray dog. The master is... cruel enough!

But it seems...it works?

Master Nine Thousand Years has withdrawn his killing intent?

"Luck? Interesting~"

He sat down in front of Luo Qingci: "Then why don't you explain to me, what's the matter with luck?"

"It can be regarded as a rule generated when the world was created. The luck of those who do good deeds will improve, the luck of those who do evil will decrease, the luck of birth will increase when they step on a good time, and the luck of offspring with protection from their ancestors will increase." better……"

"The rich live in a weak place. If luck is high enough, the weak place can be turned into a blessed place. If a person with poor luck and good luck are in opposition, they will be very unlucky. If they live in harmony, they will go well..."

"The one who gets close to vermilion is red, the one who gets close to ink is black, and the one who gets close to good luck gets good luck..."

"Heh~" Mo Jiuqin laughed: "So you mean that if I get close to you, I won't be in bad luck? Huh?"

He suddenly pressed his body over, and that handsome and cold face was covered with a gloomy chill: "Such a good eloquence, the tongue must be a treasure? Why don't you cut it off and give it to me?"