Qian Wanjun stared at Xia Jiuli coldly, without any awe in his eyes, but with a strong plan.

"Hasn't there been a murder case in the capital recently? As the prince, he must have come out to find out this matter, so let's kill someone by borrowing a knife."

"Borrowing a knife to kill someone?" Qian Die didn't understand very well.

Her wish is to let the dead chested sleeve bear the pain she had suffered.

Hundred times, thousand times.

Qian Wanjun curled his lips, his sharp eyes shone with a faint and cold light. His sinister and cruel personality continued to amplify at this moment, especially his sense of fear of the prince of a country, and his excitement beyond everything.

It made him tremble all over with excitement.

ah!

How interesting it would be if the prince of a country was trampled under his feet and humiliated him recklessly.

How excited would it be if I could see the prince of a country showing a distorted and humiliating expression?

"I'll deal with this matter. Sister, don't worry. I miss him, too many people have died, so it's not surprising that there are too many people."

Qian Die nodded vigorously, and her hand shaking her fist was still trembling gently. She gritted her teeth and sneered: "I have become a waste from now on. All of this is the fault of the dead sleeve. You must not let him go."

Xia Jiuli felt a cold gaze coming from somewhere and looked back.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Yue Jinyuan also turned around, his clear and indifferent phoenix eyes gently looked around, and finally saw a shadow behind a pillar, with meditation in his eyes.

Xia Jiuli withdrew her gaze lightly, covered the red luster that flashed through her eyes, and smiled softly: "It's okay, I thought I was being targeted by a mouse, but I didn't expect it was just a bug."

"Maybe it's a poisonous insect."

Yue Jinyuan's light white robe formed a sharp contrast with Xia Jiuli's ink robe. He looked like a Taoist practitioner who was not in the world. He looked very gentle, but no one dared to come forward to get close to him.

Looking at Xia Jiuli's side face, his voice was indifferent: "If it is a poisonous insect, you will be injured."

Xia Jiuli did not respond, but instead walked to the money house on the side to exchange a large amount of copper coins, then walked to a remote and deserted street, and she squatted beside a beggar.

Throwing five copper plates into the beggar's bowl, Xia Jiuli squatted down and said carelessly: "Inquiry about something."

The beggar covered in rags quietly looked at the copper plates in the bowl, and his voice sounded sharply like a duck man's voice. "Young master is so strange. It's too late for people to avoid beggars. You are the first to come up with you."

Not only was the beggar unable to understand, but even Liu Qingkuang and Yue Jinyuan came with him.

Especially Yue Jinyuan, he almost stared at Xia Jiuli's every move, trying to re-reach this strange Xia Jiuli.

"Have you ever heard or seen a girl being killed and bleeded?"

The beggar held the broken bowl in his hand and carefully picked up the five copper plates, blew a breath at the copper plates, and then said in a hoarse voice: "It seems there, it seems that there is no."

With a bang, a large bag of copper plates was thrown in front of the beggar. Si Yu squatted on the ground, leaning against the wall, and looked up slightly, "You only have a stick of incense."

The beggar's eyes trembled slightly, "Young Master, aren't you afraid that I will run away with these copper plates?"

"Since I can find you, it's not difficult to find you."

The beggar left immediately with a bag of copper plates. Soon, a large number of beggars gathered in this alley, and everyone discussed it for a long time.

About a stick of incense, the old man who had been before came over and sat on the ground.
Chapter completed!