1113 Urgent decree, if the Ninth Prince is well, then everyone will be well

Doudou was very honest this time and told everyone his purpose in detail. After listening, Zhezhe looked at Doudou with suspicion.

"You sneaked into the Feng Mansion to kill Feng Qingchen? Just you?" He couldn't even deal with him, but he still wanted to kill Feng Qingchen. Is this killer crazy?

"What's wrong with me? Why can't I kill Feng Qingchen?" Doudou was suspected and got angry. He forgot the pain just now and fought back with his neck stiff.

Zhezhe said with disdain: "You are not that good. You want to kill Feng Qingchen, but it will never be possible in your next life."

"You look down on me." Doudou's whole body twitched with excitement, and the wounds on his body kept bleeding because of this movement.

Unfortunately, neither Doudou nor Zhezhe would take such a small matter seriously. A little bleeding would not kill them. Compared with this, they cared more about killing Feng Qingchen.

"You are nothing, worthy of my respect."

Zhezhe has the body of a child but the mind of an adult; Doudou is the opposite, he has the body of an adult but is very childish. It is inevitable that Zhezhe looks down on Doudou.

"Even I can torture you half to death. With this strength, you still want to kill Feng Qingchen. You really overestimate your own abilities."

If Feng Qingchen was so easy to deal with, he, the young master of the Demon Sect, would not have suffered so much.

"You, you, you...you are a dead kid, I won't bother with you. I gave it to you, yes, I gave it to you." Doudou was so excited that he actually made him sit up, but even so it was useless, he still didn't have the strength to kill Zhezhe.

"You're just being stubborn. I don't want to bother with a fool like you." Zhezhe had a look of contempt on his face, and that look made Doudou so angry that her heart ached.

Wuuuu, that bastard Zuo An just loves to look at him like that. He has to accept that Zuo An looks down on him. It’s his fault that he is no match for Zuo An.

But he couldn't bear being looked down upon by such a child.

"Just wait for me. I will definitely, definitely kill Feng Qingchen in front of you." Doudou sent four messages. If he doesn't kill Feng Qingchen, he will not return to the Killer Alliance.

"When will that take?" Zhezhe said again without giving him any face.

Doudou was hit so hard that he promised without hesitation: "As long as I can get close to Feng Qingchen, I can kill him."

"Yeah?"

"Of course, I'm the most powerful killer and I never fail." Doudou looked very proud. Zhezhe snorted and ignored him, saying, "Okay, I'll give you a chance. When Feng Qingchen comes back, I'll find a way to get her to come here to see you. You should seize this opportunity."

"What? You want to help me?" Doudou was stunned again. He felt that this child was more and more scary.

Doesn’t he live in Feng Mansion? Why would he help him kill Feng Qingchen?

“Is it not possible?” Zhezhe blinked his eyes with an innocent look on his face, but Ouyang Doudou felt a chill in his heart. He nodded obediently and said in a servile manner: “Of course, you can do whatever you want.”

"Yeah, that's what my dad said too. There's nothing I can't do and no one I can't kill." Zhezhe agreed seriously, "You take good care of your injuries. I'll bring Feng Qingchen here and get Zuo An out of the way. You have to seize the opportunity. If you fail..."

Zhezhe didn’t say the rest, but Doudou felt that the end would be tragic. He froze in place. It was not until Zhezhe had left for a long time that he realized…

"Ouch, it hurts so much." Looking at the holes one after another on his body, Doudou wanted to bite Zhezhe to death.

"This naughty kid is so cruel. He is still a child after all." Looking at the lumps of meat paste on the ground, Doudou's eyes became red.

He had never suffered such a great hardship in his life. However, Doudou felt relieved when he thought that his little brother was saved.

At least he didn't become a eunuch. If he had, he would have been laughed to death by that guy Zuo An.

Uh...if Zuo An knew that he suffered such a great loss at the hands of a child, he would definitely laugh to death.

No, he couldn't die for this. Even if he was beaten to death, he couldn't let a third person know that he was tortured by a child.

Doudou thought about it and finally came up with a plan. He also thought of a way to fool Sun Sixing, so he let out a loud cry.

At this time, Doudou had recovered his strength. Doudou did not spare his strength and kept rolling on the ground like a madman, scratching himself all over.

Although the self-torture tactic is practical, in order to trick people, there must be real injuries. Doudou was already injured, and with the noise and the grabbing, the pain was like having his heart cut out.

Fortunately, his pain was rewarded. Sun Sixing came soon, and when he saw the rotten flesh on the ground and Doudou seemed to be crazy, he felt even more sympathetic towards him.

After learning that Doudou had mental problems and liked to self-harm, the housekeeper felt relieved.

Judging from the injuries on Doudou's body, even if something was really wrong with him, he wouldn't have the strength to do anything. Besides, if Doudou really had bad intentions, then he had already sneaked into Feng Mansion, so why would he go through all this and make himself half dead?

He was indeed half dead. Doudou suffered so much that he fainted before his wounds were cleaned. It can be seen how cruel Zhezhe was.

The Ninth Prince had a rare moment of free time, so he brought Feng Qingchen to the villa for vacation. He originally wanted to stay for a few more days, but plans could not keep up with changes. The Emperor nervously issued an edict with urgent military information, and asked the Ninth Prince to come to the palace to discuss it immediately.

Official business comes first. Even if the Ninth Prince no longer wants to give face to the Emperor, this group still has to enter the palace. Feng Qingchen doesn't care and lets the Ninth Prince take care of business first. There will be plenty of opportunities to take a vacation later.

Although it was not dark yet, it would definitely be very late when they returned to the capital, and the journey would be tiring. The Ninth Prince wanted Feng Qingchen to stay in the villa, and he would come directly after he finished his business.

If it were normal times, Feng Qingchen would definitely live in the villa, but because of her previous uneasiness, Feng Qingchen thought about going back to the mansion to take a look. If she didn't see Zhezhe, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to feel at ease.

Seeing that Feng Qingchen had made up her mind, the Ninth Prince Uncle thought that the defense of the villa could not compare with that of the Feng Mansion, so he stopped trying to persuade her and took Feng Qingchen back to the city.

In order to hurry, everyone rode back on horseback. Everyone in the imperial city knew about Feng Qingchen's admirable riding skills, but the Ninth Prince refused to let her ride alone and insisted that they ride together.

Feng Qingchen originally refused, but seeing how uncomfortable the Ninth Prince looked, she had no choice but to go along with him.

The Ninth Prince was very satisfied with the person he held in his arms. He put one hand around Feng Qingchen's waist and held the reins with the other hand, and said in high spirits, "Let's go."

The guards behind him all had stern faces, but their shaking shoulders betrayed their true feelings.

They could never forget the time when the Ninth Prince deliberately prepared one less horse, intending to ride with Miss Feng, but...

The Ninth Prince couldn't speak, and Miss Feng didn't understand what he meant, so she picked a horse early, which made him very angry.

Of course, they also received a lot of cold stares because they were not doing their job well.

This time, the Ninth Prince finally got what he wanted, and they don’t have to suffer.

As a result, the Ninth Prince and his entourage were all in a good mood, and no one took the urgent military intelligence to heart.

No matter how urgent the military situation is, it is not as important as the mood of the Ninth Prince!

It's twelve o'clock again... Woohoo, I want to go to bed early, go to bed early!