"She... is Jiuzi's daughter. She looks exactly like Jiuzi back then." A warm color appeared in the Lord's eyes, with a hint of confusion. "They are so similar, and their personalities are similar. They both seem to have been raised poorly.
wolf."
"You don't understand. Women like them are the most fatal attraction to the hunters standing at the top..." A weak smile appeared on the corner of the lord's lips, "She has the blood of Jiuzi on her body.
Blood is the continuation of the perfect Nine Sons in my mind."
When Su Wanqing heard these words, she only felt funny and disgusted. She tilted her head to look at him and flipped through the photo album casually.
"You love my mother, don't you?" She revealed his secret in one sentence.
The lord's body trembled, and he looked at her in disbelief. He didn't expect this little girl to be so sharp.
"Sure enough, I guessed it. I said you men are really dirty!" Although Su Wanqing was smiling, there was a bone-chilling coldness on her face.
Killing her lover is truly the behavior of an animal!"
A trace of sadness and pain flashed across the Lord's eyes. He was already old, and the scars that had been hidden in his heart for many years were unexpectedly revealed by a little girl in such a bloody way. There was no way to describe this feeling in words.
"Shazhi..." He called her name, his chapped lips trembling slightly.
"Don't call me." She interrupted him harshly, "A perverted old man like you shouldn't exist in this world at all!"
"Miss Saori! Don't insult the lord!" Puppet Ji couldn't stand it anymore and shouted sternly.
Su Wanqing snorted coldly, but deep sadness flashed through her heart.
What kind of half-life did her mother go through?
Like a curse, the fates of mother and daughter strangely overlapped.
She suddenly no longer blamed her mother, nor did she blame her for sending her to Luo Mingxuan's bed out of hatred. Her mother had been tortured to the point of being transformed into a human by hatred, and she was the most pitiable person.
Su Wanqing at least still has Luo Xichen, but Su Jiuge has long since lost Angliu.
The lord has a sad smile on his face, and there is something glistening in his eyes. He is an old man, he has long passed the age of high-spiritedness, and he is extremely fragile now.
"Saori, do you really want to kill me?"
Su Wanqing raised the blood-stained streamer and her eyes lingered between the blade and the old man for a long time.
"I won't kill you." Her voice was calm.
The lord's face was filled with joy.
"There is someone who is more suitable to kill you than me. I will wait for that person to come."
The Lord Lord shook his head and said: "Ninth Son is no longer Jiu Zi. She has changed a lot. She has lost her edge and her appearance has also changed."
"Is this the reason why you didn't bring her back to Japan?" Su Wanqing raised her eyebrows.
"The hunter who stands at the top only admires the most perfect prey. She has lost her glory."
"Then you really underestimate her." Su Wanqing looked at the octogenarian with contempt in her eyes, "Let's wait and see."
The lord didn't say anything else, he just raised his hand to Puppet Girl and waved.
Almost instantly, a glimmer of light flashed in Puppet Ji's eyes, and she quickly restrained Su Wanqing in a flash.
"Send her to Huang's room and don't let her come out before Jiuzi comes." The old man gave the order.