It seems that the Leng family is looking for some masters of the rivers and lakes, not professional killers or dead soldiers, and the breath is leaking like this, and everyone will feel the danger instantly.

However, these people all feel good about themselves, and they are really ...... I underestimated her too much.

Jiujiu has been in the room for three days, except for getting out of bed to eat something at meal time, the rest of the time he lies in bed and pretends to sleep.

In the early morning of the fourth day, Jiujiu got up early to wash up, changed into a vigorous yellow riding suit, looked petite and cute, and then pinned a dagger to his waist, faintly adding a bit of iron-blooded momentum.

Bloodevil made her usually use his doppelganger as a weapon, but she was reluctant to use it.

On the playing field, all the people who watched her were a group of old guys, and they couldn't prevent the breath and appearance of the clone from exposing the blood, and it would be over.

After Jiujiu cleaned up, he walked leisurely towards the main square of the imperial capital.

As soon as she walked to the entrance of the square, she saw Nangong Mo Ze, dressed in white, coming in her direction with a stern face.

Jiujiu frowned slightly, looked around a few times, and found that there was no one from the Leng family nearby, so he stretched his frown.

"Ninety-nine, let's go over there." As soon as Nangong Mo Ze stepped forward, he pointed to the uninhabited alley on the side, and hurriedly pulled Jiujiu into the alley.

"Nangong, what's going on?"

Nangong Mo Ze stood still, stunned at Jiujiu's calm black eyes, his eyes were filled with complex light, and he moved his mouth when he wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

"Nangong?" Jiujiu looked at Nangong Mo Ze looking at himself in a daze, and couldn't help but raise his white little hand, shook it in front of his eyes, and called his name softly.

"Ninety-nine ......" Nangong Mo Ze just opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to tell her what he said next.

Jiujiu blinked suspiciously, Nangong Mo Ze today was very strange, what was the unspeakable words that made him so unspeakable.

"Jiujiu, in the next words, you have to be mentally prepared." Nangong Mo Ze took a deep breath, and his warm eyes contained worry.

Jiujiu frowned puzzled, but nodded obediently.

"In the past two years, I have been investigating the Leng family and found a problem, you ...... is not the heir of Leng Zhao. Nangong Mo Ze gritted his teeth and still said it.

Jiujiu was slightly stunned, Nangong Moze's words were like a thunderbolt hitting her heart.

"What?"

Nangong Moze knew that it would be this reflection, sighed slightly, silently sorted out the word order in his heart, and slowly said everything he knew.

"Leng Zhao also knows about this, you are not his child, you are your mother and ......" Nangong Mo Ze said this, and it was a little difficult to speak.

The shock in Jiujiu's heart slowly subsided, the waves in her black eyes gradually turned into indifference, and she calmly took Nangong Moze's words.

"You mean, my mother, Hongxing, is out of the wall?"

Nangong Mo Ze was choked up suddenly, he didn't expect Jiujiu to accept it so calmly, in other words, anyone would be angry and helpless when he knew that he was a disgraceful child born by his mother and other men.

And she didn't have any anger, nor any helplessness, just indifference.