Ye Qinghuan had just finished humming softly, and a helpless sigh came from his ears.

"Huanhuan, Uncle Nine was tossed half to death by you...... Can't you sleep for a while? Murong Jiu's beautiful phoenix eyes had already opened at this moment, and he looked at Ye Qinghuan for a moment, with a certain flirtatious banter.

"......" Ye Qinghuan was annoyed instantly, where did she toss him?

Didn't he send it to the door automatically?

She fell into the spring of hatred, where do you know so much?

But then again...... How did he say that he woke up and woke up?

"Uncle Jiu, are you okay?" Tsundere is tsundere, Ye Qinghuan still knows the general situation, and she is especially concerned about Murong Jiu's body.

Although she knew that her ninth uncle had not fallen into a coma through probing the pulse, she also knew that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

"Fool, what can I do?" Murong Jiu turned over and sat up lightly, held her plain white hand, and blinked lightly with phoenix eyes: "Or does Huanhuan want me to have something to do and go to someone else?" ”

"Nonsense!" Ye Qinghuan suddenly clenched his big palm and complained: "Uncle Nine, don't talk nonsense......"

Murong Jiu smiled, knowing that the little girl cared about him very much, and his heart was full of joy in an instant, and his pale and handsome face became enchanting.

"Originally, my heart was broken and I was on the verge of death, but when I thought of Huanhuan, I might use other men as an antidote...... I have a will to survive and want to bring Huanhuan down to the Yellow Spring! ”

Murong Jiu pulled Qinghuan overnight, gently hugged her into his arms, and sighed: "Will Huanhuan blame this king for being too selfish?" ”

Because you don't want her to be touched by other men, you'd rather die with her?

With such crazy possessiveness, such selfishness, would she feel scared?

"No, it won't." Ye Qinghuan gave Murong Jiu a powerful reassuring pill, and she chuckled: "If it were Uncle Jiu, I would also drag Uncle Jiu to hell in the same way, and I wouldn't let other women touch a single hair of Uncle Jiu!" ”

The smile on Murong Jiu's face became more and more bewitching, and after a while, he was a little nervous, and his hand unruly reached into the hem of Ye Qinghuan's dress.

"Uncle Nine!" Ye Qinghuan hurriedly stopped his movements, retreated from his embrace, looked at him with a slightly red face, and said in a low voice: "It's not that I'm afraid of pain and won't let Uncle Nine touch it, but Uncle Nine's body...... It's not the right thing to do anymore. ”

He was so seriously injured that he came to detoxify her without timely treatment, and her pulse was very weak, and she was in a hurry to go back to the Regent's Mansion with him, and ask Xilouyue to treat him!

"Uncle Nine just touches it, doesn't do it. Well? Murong Jiu smiled evilly, but his heart was very dark.

He understood the little girl's intentions, but he didn't really want to know the result - everything happened today was too weird, his heart was broken and healed on its own, and the owner of Yan Fu was beaten to death by the blue-clothed boy with three palms, all of which exuded a thick weirdness!

He didn't want to be separated from the little girl.

"Uncle Jiu, let's go back to the palace and let Xilouyue show you, okay?" Ye Qinghuan looked at Murong Jiu with tender eyes, and begged softly: "The coming day is long, we have a lot of time." ”

Ye Qinghuan also had a faint bad premonition in his heart, when Murong Jiu said that he had 'broken his heart'.

She didn't ask because she was a little scared.

With the martial arts she knows, even if she is a master, if her heart is broken, she will definitely die, why is Murong Jiu like no one now, and he still performed the Zhou Gong gift with her?

This is too incredible!