The young swordsman was pressed to the ground and kept cursing Yuan Qingqi, cursing him that he would die a bad death.

But Yuan Qingqi ignored him at all and just looked at his little mute: "Are you afraid? I was afraid of the first time I killed someone, and my hands were trembling as if I had been hit."

Xie Jiuyao held the knife and stabbed forward suddenly. The young swordsman's curse came to an abrupt end because the knife penetrated his mouth and penetrated from the back of his head, bringing out a touch of white brain.

She stirred hard, stirring the words she said to her mouth, which made her very unhappy, into mud.

Yuan Qingqi opened his mouth, and somehow his nose was a little sour. He squatted down and hugged the little mute, his voice slightly hoarse: "If someone curses me, I will die. Then I have already died a thousand or eight hundred times. It's just a useless word for useless people, why bother to care about it?"

Many people don’t understand why he is so good to his little mute. If he is too good, it makes people suspect that he has been slaughtered.

Those people would probably understand this scene.

Xie Jiuyao's palm holding the knife was very stable, but his palm was already full of sweat. This was her second time killing someone, which was different from the first time.

That time she seemed calm, but her chest was actually filled with anger, but this time it was different. This young man actually had no grudge against her.

This was the first "innocent" she killed, but she would definitely not be the last one.

Yuan Qingqi felt very distressed, but some things were not something that he could not do if he felt distressed, otherwise it was not to be nice to her, but to harm her.

He carefully pried away Xie Jiuyao's fingers bit by bit, pulled out the knife covered with blood and brains from her palm, and wiped the sweat from her palm bit by bit.

Finally, he held Xie Jiuyao's palm tightly, wrapped the still thin little hand in his big hand, and the hand that had let go of the knife began to tremble slightly. However, the thin body still straightened his spine and even stood there stiffly.

The heartache in his heart was so painful that he could no longer suppress it. She was only nine years old. Which of the nine-year-old girls in ordinary families was loved by them?

Has he been too arrogant to grow? At least in two years, after she grows older, she will force her to do these things.

Yuan Qingqi hugged the thin girl in her arms tightly and kept murmuring in her ear: "I won't force you anymore...I won't force you anymore..."

He was in his youth and strong age. If he didn't encounter any accidents, he would probably be a little far from death and could protect the little mute for decades. Then why not let her have a more peaceful and joyful childhood?

Xie Jiuyao shook her head. She knew very well that in the future, she would go to different worlds. Killing is a must-do. Instead of being unlucky at that time because she would not kill, it would be better to adapt little by little from now on.

Fortunately, Xie Jiuyao is not a good person, so he will not feel uncomfortable or feel guilty about this kind of murderous and robbery business.

She patted Yuan Qingqi on the back, comforted him, and then made a stern gesture to Yuan Qingqi, saying that it was not the first time she killed someone, but the second time. It was always practice that made perfect.

However, Hara Qingqi felt even more distressed. For nothing else, it was because of a nine-year-old child who had killed someone for the first time. The bitterness and bitterness in it could be clearly expressed in just one word.

Who would have killed an ordinary child at the age of nine?

"Little mute, I will definitely make you the most noble and happy girl in this world." Yuan Qingqi thought sadly. At worst, the little mute really brought the boy he liked back, and he just didn't kill him.

Is it because the old father in the world like him, both entangled and melancholy, unwilling to other men to steal their treasures, and reluctant to let their children be sad?

Being a father is really harder than being a leader.

Yuan Qingqi was holding his little mute here, obsessed with his grievanced mood, and seemed to have seen a man snatched his little mute away.

A strong murderous intent immediately settled in his eyes. Well, this is not good...not good...

Xie Jiuyao had no idea what was going on with the cold leader, who was thinking about something messy. She was trying to control her emotions. She was a cold-hearted person, but because she had never killed anyone, she was a little nervous and nervous.

After calming down, you can calmly look at the corpse on the ground, but someone has already stepped forward to drag the corpse away, so as not to be dirty with Yuan Qingqi and Xie Jiuyao's eyes.

Yuan Qingqi held Xie Jiuyao and sat in the new carriage. The group of Tiansheng Sect members disappeared as they came.

Xie Jiuyao held Yuan Qingqi's palm and wrote silently.

Yuan Qingqi narrowed his eyes and was unhappy about Xie Jiuyao's request for a moment, but he nodded quickly and said, "If you can't stand it, let me tell you, I can ask you to try it first."

He sighed silently, the world of two people... is about to disappear...

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