Prince Abandoned Concubine: Broth Ji Jiu'er

Chapter 62 Buried (3)

Jiu'er cried and shook his head.

Young Master Ce raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically.

"It can be seen that killing a pig will give goose bumps."

The smile that Young Master Ce just brought froze at the corners of his lips, his shallow lips moved twice but he didn't say anything, he rolled up his sleeves and dragged Dieluo to leave.

"What are you going to do?" Jiu'er jumped up in shock, "You can't report to the police, you report to the police, report to me, and I also say that you killed someone..."

"You want to yell all the people in the daughter's building?" Young Master Ce gave her a cold look, and suddenly grabbed her with a hand, "Aren't you going to bury Dieluo? The door to the backyard is still open, so you're still not leaving."

Jiu'er was dumbfounded. In her impression, no one had ever helped her, let alone this young master Ce who could kill people.

Under Gongzi Ce's command, Jiu'er also stretched out his hand to grab the quilt and dragged it to the back door of the backyard, while the other hand was firmly held by Gongzi Ce, warm and soft...

For the first time, Jiu'er changed his mind about the son who killed people without blinking an eye and went to brothels to have fun. He is not as bad as he looks, he will help her, and no one has ever helped her, neither Xiao Liangchen nor Yunsu.

Taking advantage of the stillness of the night, the two dragged Die Luo's body for a long, long way, and finally stopped by a stream. Jiu'er dug a hole with his hands alone, and Mr. Ce washed his hands leisurely by the stream.

"I'm going back." Young Master Ce suddenly stood up and said, it's the utmost benevolence to help.

Jiu'er stared blankly at him, then at Die Luo next to her, a chill ran down her back, but knowing that Young Master Ce had indeed helped her a lot, her little head could only nod stiffly.

Young Master Ce stretched out his hand, the phalanges were distinct, the fingertips were long and clean, and he said in a mocking voice, "I can't even remember how many people's blood my hands have been stained with."

Jiu'er looked ignorantly at Young Master Ce walking away along the stream with his back to her, until he disappeared, and then started digging holes again. She couldn't figure out what the last sentence of Young Master Ce meant. He had killed so many people. Are there no ghosts?
(End of this chapter)