Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 609 Wen Rong, I’m cold...

The moment Mo Huai took action, Lie Jiuqing held a piece of Moon Watching between his fingers and placed it in front of his eyes.

Seeing that he was about to smash the small part, Mo Huai stopped his hand in an instant, but the killing intent spread out wantonly.

"You are dead."

"If you say that, I'm afraid Wangyue will never recover."

As soon as he heard that Wang Yue was not getting better, Song Ji'an, who had just calmed down, immediately became panicked, "Brother Huai, is it true that Wang Yue is not getting better?"

"She's a liar."

Mo Huai glared at her fiercely, "Keep an eye on her for you. You eat first."

Looking at the time, it was already time for Song Jian to eat.

As soon as he heard that he was eating, the light in his eyes finally lit up.

Lie Jiuqing looked at Mo Huai coaxing the child with a half-smile, "Master Mo, taking care of children really requires a lot of patience."

When Lie Jiuqing met Song Ji'an for the first time, he really didn't finish his questions.

He is very skilled in martial arts, but relies heavily on Wang Yue and Mo Huai.

When Mochizuki was destroyed, he was so panicked that he stopped pretending and revealed his true nature.

Dementia.

When Lie Jiuqing was 13 years old, he saw cases of Song Ji'an's condition in the Gu family's collection. They looked like normal people, but they only had the mental capacity of about ten years old.

God did not give them the intelligence they deserved, but gave them extremely powerful talents.

But this is only the first sign of dementia.

Over time, their minds will continue to deteriorate and they will eventually become fools.

Most patients never even have time to discover their talents from the beginning and remain fools all the time.

In fact, Song Jian was well taken care of and even seemed like a normal person.

Hearing the meaning of Lie Jiuqing's words, Mo Huai paused and walked barefoot in front of her. The tall shadow completely enveloped her, and his eyes gradually became gloomy.

"You don't want this mouth anymore?"

Lie Jiuqing smiled and said, "Master Mo, don't be nervous. I just think you are too kind to Mr. Song, as if you are doting on your son. There is nothing else."

"Ha..." Mo Huai stared at her coldly, and after a moment sneered, "You are really interesting, but I don't know how many days you can survive in Liangcheng."

Lie Jiuqing heard what he meant, and Mo Huai didn't shy away from it.

"You, ask yourself to be blessed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Killing Guards immediately disappeared, and the City Guards immediately appeared.

When the leader saw the Killing Guard on the ground, his eyes changed and he gave the order.

"Murder in the city is a capital crime. Put them in jail and be executed tomorrow!"

Huayi drew his sword and Lie Jiuqing shook his head.

Liangcheng is very chaotic, there are more rules, and the forces are intertwined. They have already shown their sharpness when they first come here. They must stop it in moderation and not be too arrogant.

Lie Jiuqing didn't expect that she would appear in the prison of the city lord's mansion an hour after entering the city.

As soon as he came in, Lie Jiuqing's mind went blank for a moment.

The dark memories of her previous life came to her face. She covered her heart and looked at the thick wall in a daze.

Huayi didn't understand why Lie Jiuqing didn't resist, and felt sorry for her, "Miss, I have wronged you."

Lie Jiuqing took a while to come back to his senses, shook his head gently and said, "I'm not wronged."

Seeing that she was not in good spirits, Huayi frowned and said, "I will take you out."

"stay home."

Huayi was slightly startled, Lie Jiuqing buried his face in his knees and whispered: "There are people who don't want me to die and will save me."

According to Mo Huai's high regard for Song Ji'an, for the sake of Wang Yue, he would also come to rescue her. Someone would deal with the trouble, but Lie Jiuqing was too lazy to worry about it.

Real execution wouldn't be a bad idea, maybe someone hiding would be willing to come out.

She misses him.

Lie Jiuqing is not afraid of the dark, but she can't avoid thinking of those heavy memories in the darkness.

Late at night in September, it was extremely cold in the prison.

Lie Jiuqing, who was uneasy, huddled in the corner, muttering in his sleep, "Wen Rong, I'm cold..."

(End of this chapter)