Qi Junce beside him fell into a deep sleep, and Baozhu held his face to look at his handsome appearance. Stretching out his hand, which was no bigger than the palm of his hand, slowly stretched out over his neck.

Kill him, kill him!

The resentful jewel in his heart shouted, and the jewel watched his hands tremble, and finally fell weakly in the last gap between Qi Junce's neck.

Baozhu's eyes seemed to quench venom, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he rolled over and got out of bed, put on his coat and walked to the outer room.

Standing barefoot on the cold ground, Baozhu felt his hot brain sober up a lot. Baozhu vaguely grabbed the handle of the teapot and poured himself a few sips of tea, and his body was suddenly relieved......

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