1072 Delivered to the door, the Ninth Emperor is mighty
Since there are two perverts, one big and one small, the level of the small pervert is certainly not as high as the big pervert. At least that's what Feng Qingchen thought, and the Ninth Prince did not disappoint Feng Qingchen.
No matter how sensible and intelligent he was, Zhezhe was only a six-year-old child. Under the pressure of the Ninth Prince's aura, he soon became timid. He pouted his little mouth, a layer of mist appeared in his eyes, and his body shrank back slightly. He asked in a child's unique voice: "Uncle Ninth Prince, do you have something to ask me?"
"No." The Ninth Prince did not feel the slightest bit of guilt for bullying a child. He did not regard Zhezhe as a child at all. Such a child was not normal in itself.
Zhezhe breathed a sigh of relief and quickly asked, "Since Uncle Jiuhuang is fine, can I leave now?"
It is human instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm, even if Zhezhe is only six years old.
"cannot."
"Why?" Zhezhe looked aggrieved, and a hint of stubbornness was faintly revealed on her pretty little face.
"No reason. I heard that you like blood and killing, right?" The Ninth Prince discovered that this child might not be as scary as Feng Qingchen said.
What is really scary are the guards around him. As long as they are sent away, it will not be difficult for Feng Qingchen to protect the child.
“Yeah,” Zhezhe nodded vigorously, his eyes shining: “I like it very much. I like the blood flying out, and I also like the blood falling to the ground, plop like plum blossoms, and the look of those cowards being scared.”
Zhezhe became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he was talking about his favorite toy. Zhezhe jumped up from his chair in excitement.
"Uncle Jiuhuang, what about you? Do you like it?"
Do you like it?
No one is born to like killing, and no one is born to like blood. The Ninth Prince looked at Zhezhe with complicated eyes. From Zhezhe's answer, he could see that this child was too naive to understand right or wrong, black or white, and did not think there was anything wrong with killing people.
Seeing that the Ninth Uncle did not answer, Zhezhe hurried forward, pulled the Ninth Uncle's clothes and asked: "Uncle Ninth Uncle, don't you like it? It's very fun."
Dong... Instead of receiving a reply from the Ninth Prince Uncle, the Ninth Prince Uncle kicked the person away.
How could a six-year-old child withstand a kick from the Ninth Prince? Even though the Ninth Prince used only 10% of his strength, Zhezhe was kicked and rolled on the ground for several rounds.
The guards outside the door wanted to rush in, but were stopped by the Ninth Prince's murderous look.
"It hurts." Zhezhe pressed his hands on the place where he was kicked by the Ninth Prince, with an accusing look on his face.
He just wanted to share interesting things with the handsome uncle in front of him, because this uncle was the only one who would not look at him with fear, and he liked this uncle very much.
Feng Qingchen wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, feeling ashamed that the Ninth Prince bullied a child. Unfortunately, the Ninth Prince himself had the consciousness of bullying a child, so he asked coldly, "Does it hurt?"
Zhezhe nodded, her eyes red, but she stubbornly refused to cry.
"Your pain is nothing compared to this. The pain suffered by those people you killed is ten or a hundred times greater than this. Zhezhe, killing people is not shameful, but killing innocent people indiscriminately and using brutal means is shameful." The Ninth Prince was not an old scholar who talked about benevolence and righteousness. Even when he was preaching, he was quite realistic.
"I didn't kill any innocent people, they all volunteered." Zhezhe said angrily, his face serious and without any trace of lying.
If he wasn't really ignorant, then he was hiding it too deeply. If it was an adult, the Ninth Prince would still be suspicious, but the other party was just a child, so the Ninth Prince believed that Zhezhe had no sense of right and wrong.
The Ninth Prince looked at Feng Qingchen and told her with his eyes that **Zhezhe’s path was far-reaching.
Feng Qingchen looked up at the sky silently...
Could she refuse? She felt that the Ninth Prince did a much better job than her. As soon as he arrived at Feng Mansion, he drove out everyone around Zhezhe and beat him so hard that he dared not fight back.
Damn it, let alone hitting him, she can’t even touch Zhezhe, how is she supposed to discipline him?
Zhezhe lay on the ground for a long time, and no one came to help him. He also found that the uncle he liked didn't seem to like him very much. He stood up angrily, turned around and yelled at the guards outside: "You are all dead. If you don't come in, I will throw you into the snake cave."
His small body exuded a powerful and fierce aura. The guards outside the door rushed in quickly, but did not attack the Ninth Prince. Instead, they knelt in front of Zhezhe and apologized.
The thugs came, and Zhezhe was confident enough, pointing at the Ninth Prince and ordering: "You, kill him."
He was an innocent little angel the second before, but now he is a murderous demon. In Zhezhe's eyes, there is no one in this world that he cannot kill.
"Young Master..." The guards were in a dilemma.
Normally, when the young master wants to kill ten people, they would never dare to kill nine and a half. But to kill the Ninth Prince, this...
"You dare not listen to me?" Zhezhe's fierceness became even stronger.
The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen looked at each other and smiled...
This kind of Zhezhe is exactly in line with what Feng Qingchen said about her twisted heart. Her well-behaved appearance before was really inconsistent.
In Feng Mansion, the Ninth Prince had no intention of making things difficult for the guards of the Demon Cult, and said, "Your leader sent him here to be cured. If you keep protecting him, his condition will only get worse. All of you retreat, and I guarantee that your young master will not die."
At most, he would be skinned alive. After all, to defeat such a little pervert, you need some special techniques. It is useless to reason with someone like Zhezhe. Fighting violence with violence is the best way.
"This..." The demon guard hesitated.
"Go down. If you have any problem, ask your leader to come to me." The Ninth Prince's patience was already running out. When the guards of the Demon Cult disobeyed him once or twice, the Ninth Prince's patience ran out.
These guards are indeed all skilled fighters, but it is not impossible to kill them.
"You dare." Zhezhe shouted loudly with a strong aura, but the next second his face turned red and he kept coughing violently.
The kick from the Ninth Prince still hurt him.
"Young Master Zhezhe, remember your identity. You are a patient now, not the young master of the Demon Cult." The Ninth Prince said this to warn Zhezhe and also to warn the guards.
The Emperor is wary of the Demon Cult and is unwilling to confront it head-on. The Ninth Prince thinks the same, but on the premise that the Demon Cult does not offend him.
Now that the Demon Cult has offended Feng Qingchen, to the Ninth Prince, this is even more hateful than offending his superiors. Since the matter was caused by Young Master Zhezhe, he should be responsible. The Ninth Prince has always believed in fighting violence with violence and fighting evil with evil.
After sending the guards away, the Ninth Prince asked Zhezhe to come over to him. Zhezhe snorted and pretended not to hear. The Ninth Prince’s face darkened, “Zhezhe, my patience is limited. I will count to three. If you don’t come over, don’t blame me for being rude.”
"I won't."
"three"
"snort"
"two"
"One..." As soon as the word fell, the Ninth Prince jumped off the chair like an arrow. Before Zhezhe could react, he found himself being picked up by someone, his feet leaving the chair, and the golden collar around his neck made it hard for him to breathe.
"Let go, let go...let me go." Zhezhe kicked desperately with his legs. The Ninth Prince was prepared. He grabbed the collar on Zhezhe's neck and stretched out his hand to distance Zhezhe from him. No matter how Zhezhe kicked, it was useless.
Feng Qingchen immediately looked at the guards outside the door. Seeing that they were angry but dared not speak, he was so angry that he wanted to pull out his gun and shoot them.
Damn it, she is a doctor, okay? But when she wants to touch Zhezhe, these people guard against her like a thief. Now Zhezhe is being picked up by the Ninth Prince like a sandbag, but no one dares to step forward.
As expected, kind people are often bullied. If she had known that the Ninth Prince was so useful, she would have delivered him to him a long time ago...
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