...

"Your Majesty, can you be comforted by submitting to your service?" Han Qingyan chuckled.

"You..." Mo Jiu's lips were bitten out of blood. The two consecutive actions made his face pale like a corpse, as if it was a candle in the wind, shaking and about to die.

On the contrary, Han Qingyan's face was so rosy, she looked refreshed, and she seemed to have absorbed Mo Jiu's essence and energy.

Only by truly savoring Mojiu can you know the emperor's taste. The taste is so wonderful.

Even Han Qingyan's coldness towards Mo Jiu was much weaker, and she regretted once again that she shouldn't let the two prisoners take action. She should have done it herself. Fortunately, they were dead.

"What am I?" Han Qingyan looked at Mo Jiu and whispered. If she didn't know what she did, she would probably think how close she had to him.

"I... want..." Mo Jiu said hoarsely. Han Qingyan showed no mercy when treating him. His throat had been completely injured under constant screams.

"Your Majesty wants to kill me, I know." Han Qingyan said, "Then Your Majesty will try it, if you can do it."

She was deliberately humiliating and stimulating Mo Jiu, which was the punishment he deserved.

However, Mo Jiu's willpower was even stronger than she had imagined. He did not surrender to the insults twice in succession. Sure enough, when he was in prison, was the despair in his eyes fake?

In order to win her sympathy?

This is the emperor's plan...

Han Qingyan's eyes sank. She had seen through Mo Jiu. He didn't want to deceive himself again.

"Let me down..." Mo Jiu spoke hoarsely. He was kept in Han Qingyan's arms, touching each other without any distance.

Whatever the tyrant hoped, Han Qingyan would go against him and hugged him tighter after hearing this.

She stared at her black eyes as if she wanted to see what was in his heart: "Your Majesty, are you sleepy? Why not sleep in my arms?"

This was a great humiliation. Mo Jiu gritted his silver teeth and struggled suddenly, but it was in vain. He had to breathe and whisper, "You have insulted me like this... Isn't that enough?"

Han Qingyan raised her eyebrows. She could understand that this was a tyrant begging for mercy?

"When Your Majesty treats others like this, have you ever thought that they would like you to let them go. But have you done this?"

Mo Jiu's eyes turned cold and a hint of resentment appeared.

Sure enough, he was trying to win her sympathy again.

"Your Majesty is worse than..." Han Qingyan sneered, "Just go to sleep like this, be like a baby, be a good baby."

Comparing the emperor to a hungry baby, Mo Jiu was so angry that she felt a hint of blush on her face. Her hatred eyes wanted to peel off Han Qingyan's skin and bones, but he knew that he could not be her opponent. After a while, he slowly closed his eyes and finally accepted his fate.

He seemed too tired, and even though he had been resting for so long not long ago, he would soon fall asleep again at this moment.

Even so, his frown brows did not stretch at all, because he was held in Han Qingyan's arms and his body could not be stretched or curled up, which was the most uncomfortable posture.

And at this moment, Han Qingyan noticed that the thread connected between her and Mo Jiu was condensed a little more.

She was extremely puzzled, what was going on?

It's night now, and no one will disturb her. She has enough time to think.

After a long time, Han Qingyan murmured to himself: "Is it my future and what will happen to him?"

This is a very special situation. Even if two people just pass each other after meeting, they will not feel any pity at that time or even for a long time afterwards. A silk thread will appear between them. It means that in the future, they will definitely have some kind of relationship, friends, confidant, or lover...

But Han Qingyan thought about it and couldn't imagine what relationship she would have with this tyrant.

enemy?

No, only there will be no silk thread between the enemies.

That's all friends' relationships...

Han Qingyan lowered her head and stared deeply at Mo Jiu with her eyes closed. Such a thread made her want to explore everything in the past.

In the future, she will know about the past, and she can only find a way to spy on it herself.

“Um…”

Suddenly, a tiny gap opened between Mo Jiu's lips and petals, and a faint moan was made. Han Qingyan instantly captured the discomfort and pain inside.

She was slightly stunned and stretched out a hand to stroke his forehead.

Very hot!

Han Qingyan changed her face. In order to make the tyrant feel uncomfortable, she kept holding him in her arms and not wrapping her in the bed. She was a woman, but there was no problem, but as a man, he was naked and naked, and it was night again, and suddenly he caught a cold.

She realized that she realized that she was so hot between Mojiu's back and legs that she touched with her arm, which was much hotter than the temperature on her forehead, but much higher than the normal temperature of the human body.

He can't die now.

Han Qingyan pursed her lips and quickly put Mo Jiu in the quilt. She got up and planned to find the imperial physician. Then she realized that she had not started to control the palace, so how could she find a doctor?

But although she has the ability to predict the future, she has no at all achievements in medicine. If Mo Jiu is allowed to keep her fever away, he will most likely die like this.

Thinking of this, Han Qingyan pushed open the door and stepped out of the bedroom.

She miscalculated and should have let Pei Feng send someone to directly control the entire palace.

It should be too late now.

...

Mojiu, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes, and there was darkness in her black eyes.

‘Host, are you okay?! Woo woo woo woo woo…’ The system endured it for a long time. In order to avoid disturbing Mo Jiu’s state, he did not make any noise. He finally cried until now.

The host is so miserable, Han Qingyan is simply not a human!

The deepness in Mojiu's eyes dissipated, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

‘What can I do?’

'But I think you are really miserable... I'll forget it if Han Qingyan treats you like that, even the two prison guards... just now, they screamed like that...' The system was so angry that they were crying.

‘No matter how much she tortures her, it doesn’t matter if she takes revenge, because she will return it to me then.’

‘Hmm?!’ The system opened its eyes wide and hazy, ‘Host, can you still wash your hair…’

Such a world is even more in such a situation, and it feels that it is impossible for the host to be whitewashed.

Otherwise, the Lord God would not be at ease not to issue any tasks.

'The chance of whitewashing is slim, but it is not without it. And as long as it is whitewashing...' Mo Jiu sneered a few times. He could even forgive Li Muxian, but Han Qingyan, who wanted to make her restless in her life!
Chapter completed!