Zongling Biography

Chapter 126 Rogue
Zong Musui wanted to reach out and touch her immature face that had become indifferent overnight.

Sijiu cleverly turned his head away, his hands froze in the air, and then put them down.

"Jiu'er." He whispered.

"Don't call me Jiuer. You can call me Patriarch, you can call me Miss Ji, you can call me Sijiu, but you can't call me Jiuer."

she reminded annoyedly.

She herself doesn't know why she is so jealous of others calling her that. She is very familiar with this name, but it is also very strange.

It seemed that it belonged to someone, but she couldn't remember who that person was.

Zong Musui chuckled, "It's my right to call you what I like, and I like to call you that."

Sijiu's eyes shone with a dark purple light, carrying a hint of danger.

Why is this man so rascal? ? ?

You're right, he wasn't such a nice guy before.
Can you still hope that he will change his sex after rebirth?

The only change in him is that he hated himself so much before, but now
It seems that I don't hate it.
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People came up the mountain one after another from the bottom of the mountain. What happened last night has not been spread yet, they just came to mourn Qiu An.

But when he arrived at the gate of Ji's house, he saw a young girl dressed in black with her hair neatly coiled behind her head.

There was no emotion on her face, and her eyes blinked very slowly, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

Sitting on a chair carved in mahogany, with legs crossed and hands folded in front of his chest, he looked down on everyone.

There was a man standing behind her, exuding the aura of an emperor all over his body, making people shiver unconsciously, and only when he looked down at the woman, there was more tenderness in his eyes.

Everyone looked at each other one after another, and asked a little bit not sure: "Are you?"

Seeing people coming one after another, the girl on the chair said, "Everyone can choose to go down the mountain to the Ji family's ancestral grave. Uncle Hua will wait for you there. I will naturally tell everyone about my identity when everyone arrives."

Someone frowned, seeing that Ji Sijiu was young, he gave the order in a serious tone, and said in displeasure, "Let's find Mr. Ji!"

Sijiu cast a glance at him, remembered his appearance, and replied, "He's at the Ji family's ancestral grave."

When everyone looked at it, they probably couldn't find any news here, and they went down the mountain again panting with the flow.

They all forgot, who else could there be for a girl born with purple eyes?

So recognizable, it would be foolish to ask her who she is.

No wonder she didn't bother to answer.

She spent a whole day blowing the wind on the top of the mountain, and seeing that almost all the people came, she stood up and walked down the mountain.

After being exposed to the rain for so long, and having not slept for two days and one night, there is still a wound on the arm that is bleeding.

She had a splitting headache, so she could only grit her teeth and force herself to hold on. She couldn't fall, but fell to the people outside who were waiting to see the Ji family's joke, and she succeeded.

She had just walked a few steps when she felt that her legs were fluttering, a silver light flickered in front of her eyes, and she was so dizzy that she couldn't open her eyes.

Zong Musui stepped forward to support her arm, saw her face getting paler, and asked impatiently, "Are you okay?"

She shook her head and waited for a while before she dared to open her eyes, "It's okay, let's go!"

Zong Musui suggested: "It's dangerous for you to walk on the mountain road like this, I'll carry you down."

Just as Sijiu was about to refuse, Zong Musui didn't give her this chance, he walked up to her and carried her on his back.

The girl was startled by her action and exclaimed, "What are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)