Dongmei heard the words, hurriedly stood up straight with pain, and followed Dongfang Jing closely.
Dongfang Jing still held the gleaming dagger tightly in her hand, and slowly approached the man with closed eyes on the bed.
"Master, what are you doing?!" Seeing the dagger in Dongfang Jing's hand slowly approaching the man's arm, Dongmei's heart trembled and she couldn't help screaming.
"Shut up."
Dongfang Jing glanced back at her, and motioned her to be quiet, so as not to wake up the people on the bed. yes! Murong Qianjue is good at occupying Wuyou's body, she can't kill him, but it's okay to hurt him! After all, Zongzheng Fusu was already in a deep sleep, so the pain of cutting this knife off was of course Murong Qianjue.
Dongmei stood aside, terrified, and seeing Dongfang Jing draw out her saber, she stabbed fiercely at the man's arm!
On the bed, the man who had been sleeping soundly seemed to feel the approaching crisis, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and the jet-black pupils fixed on Dongfang Jing's elbow, and a hint of danger flashed in his eyes.
"Zhongli Wanyun!" Zongzheng Fusu raised his hand slightly, and strangled Dongfang Jing's wrist, his voice was chilling, "Third sister! What are you doing?!"
"Third Sister? Hehehehe!" Dongfang Jing sneered, "You're not him! You're not him at all! Since you can't imitate him, why are you acting so hypocritically here?!"
you are not him...
Dongfang Jing's words were like a 10,000-ton boulder, smashing hard on Zongzheng Fusu's heart!
Zongzheng Fusu looked at her in disbelief. Because of breaking through the restriction, the enthusiasm that was finally ignited in his eyes gradually cooled down, and finally turned into biting ice that could not be melted for a thousand years!
She knows!
She knew his secret!
She knew he was not Murong Qianjue!
She knew he was just a stand-in!
Zongzheng Fusu fell into a deep sleep for three days, and it is still unclear what happened to the outside world, but Dongfang Jing's reaction has already explained everything!
He stared scorchingly at the knife in her hand with a cold expression on his face. Because she found out that he is not Murong Qianjue, so... is she going to kill him? !
"This king is not him, so why don't you want me?" Zongzheng Fusu's face showed a trace of despondency. The woman who had raised him for so long, unexpectedly failed to develop the slightest feeling for him. Ah! Also kill him!
Dongfang Jing didn't make a sound, the back of her hand was tensed, and her strength remained unabated.
Zongzheng Fusu said again, "You should know, this king shares the same body with him, even if you kill me, he won't survive!"
Dongfang Jing frowned slightly, and then said coldly, "I'm not going to kill you, I'm just stabbing you! You hurt, but it's not him who hurts! Besides, maybe he hurts you, and he will have another chance to take the lead again. Right?!"
Dongfang Jing bit every word perfectly, and her tone was very slow. To Zongzheng Fusu, that was Ling Chi at all!
"Third sister..." Zongzheng Fusu sighed softly, squeezing her palm more and more forcefully, as if this woman would completely disappear from his life if he let go!
"Help him down for me!" Dongfang Jing was tired for a long time, and her head was already dizzy. Obviously, she didn't expect that the man on the bed had changed his personality. She gritted her teeth sideways and yelled at Dongmei!
"Yes!" Dongmei didn't dare to refuse, so she could only bite the bullet and stepped forward.
Zongzheng Fusu was extremely weak and could not resist.
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