Dressed as a petite jerk

【Ding!Due to the early death of the heroine of the world, the excess luck value attached to the heroine of the pseudo-world has been cleared, and the rules of this world finally add the luck value to the real world heroine, Princess Fushun! 】

[Princess Fushun is still in a different space and has not returned. The luck value is automatically added to the master. When the master attacks Zhao Rende, the master's luck value rises sharply, and Zhao Rende's luck value drops significantly! 】

It was at this moment that Zhao Rende suddenly woke up.

It turned out that Princess Fushun could really kill him at will.

It's because he's so flustered that he thinks that he can get everything just by "requesting" him!

She actually wants to step on the face of the royal princess and the royal family to become a master! !

Fear finally came towards him like a cold tide, submerging him in an instant...

Blood overflowed from his mouth: "Princess...Princess, spare me..."

【Ding!As the hero of the world, even if he is a fake, how can he humblely beg for mercy?If he begs for mercy, is he still the protagonist? 】

[Pseudo-world male protagonist Zhao Rende's luck value has dropped below 60%...]

Luo Qingci really wanted to disembowel Zhao Rende in public, but he was worried that if he did too much, he would not be able to wipe out the heartbeat value of Lord Nine Thousand Years Old, so he laughed ironically and stood up.

"I thought you were a bit of a filthy scum, but you still have some backbone, but you are still soft and boring!!"

Turning around, a slender hand handed a snow-white handkerchief in front of her.

She raised her head and met Shang Mo Jiuqin's dissatisfied eyes: "Wipe, it's so dirty!"

Lord Nine Thousand Years has already come down at some point, and still thinks that her hands are dirty with blood from other men?

She hurriedly took the veil and wiped her fingers clean bit by bit...

Then the veil was snatched away and thrown to the ground, and a scroll of imperial decree was stuffed in her hand.

"Fushun wants to marry me tonight? Huh?"

Master Nine Thousand Years' eyes flickered with inexplicable excitement.

Luo Qingci opened the imperial decree and read it carefully, and replied: "Because I used the name of Princess Fushun when I got engaged to a scum like Zhao Rende, I felt a little awkward, so I chose it for myself. A small character, called Qingqing."

"Husband, why don't you call me this little character in the future?"

"Okay," Lord Nine Thousand Years actually readily agreed: "Then Qingqing wants to marry me tonight?"

Luo Qing resigned: "I can."

"Okay!" The excitement in the eyes of Lord Nine Thousand Years became stronger: "Come on, let me know that this king will marry Princess Qingqing tonight!"

"Such a big happy event should be celebrated by the whole world! Then kill the world to celebrate!"

"Prisoners who have committed the death penalty do not need to be retried or reported for conviction. They are all taken outside and killed!"

When Mo Jiuqin said this, Fang Qingqing had just been brought into the hall.

So he didn't even look at it, and said: "Let's start with this dirty thing! Let her be delayed first!"

"Cut! Light, right here in this hall, starting from the flesh of the face!"

When Fang Qingqing was brought to the Golden Palace, she was terrified. She didn't know what happened, but she always believed in Zhao Rende.

After all, even Princess Fushun can be bullied and used by Zhao Rende wantonly.

And she has always been proud of being stronger than the princess.

So she was still holding on to luck and hope—thinking that probably Zhao Rende's request to Princess Fushun had been fulfilled again.

The purpose of bringing her to the Golden Palace is to affirm the relationship between her and Zhao Rende, and even the emperor will personally agree to let her be Zhao Rende's concubine. If you are a little bolder, you may be able to be a concubine...

But who knew that when she first arrived, she was not allowed to say a word, so she was about to be delayed? ! !