The Demon God Pesters: The Ninth Lady of the Doctor Chapter 353: The incurable Mo Fuyi

　　 Mo Fuyi finally understood, what is killing without cutting blood.

　　 Lu Jiuque is the real evil spirit!

　　 She is good at observing, knowing the deepest weakness and weakness in people's hearts, in order to finally give the target a fatal blow! !

　　 Mo Fuyi noticed that she admired Mei Gongzi deeply, but... how could she, how could she use Mei Gongzi to threaten her?

　　 "Lu Jiuque! Do you dare! Do you dare! Do you dare—"

　　Don't, even if she is dead, she doesn't want to appear in front of Mei Gongzi with such a face!

　　 This is Zhu Xin!

　　 is Zhu Xin!

　　 Mo Fuyi's eyes couldn't help but burst into tears, and she roared frantically, as if she had lost her mind.

　　 "Why are you so vicious! You can't do this! I have already lost... Why do you take away my last trace of dignity?!"

　　 "I lost! I surrender! Don't be vicious to this, don't, don't..."

　　"You are too mean, too mean..."

　　......

　　 The roaring tone has a faint cry of cry, and it is as fragile as a lost child.

　　Looking at Mo Fuyi's reaction, Lu Jiuque's disgust was deeper in his eyes.

　　"Why? You can’t stand this anymore?! Then why are you so cruel? Just for a **** flower, for your ridiculous, humble love, you killed three of your colleagues and tried to Are innocent people involved, are you not mean? Are you not vicious?"

　　Mo Fuyi's emotions are no longer controllable, and he blurted out: "Those three wastes are dregs, not even a piece of Mei Gongzi’s hair can match! Those ant pariahs are even more! Let them die for Mei Mei, this is them An honor!"

　　 Lu Jiuque was completely shocked. What kind of **** concept is this? !

　　 gritted her teeth, she raised her hand and slapped her slap heavily on Mo Fuyi's face.

　　 The crisp sound made Mo Fuyi's face swollen, and Lu Jiu was trembling with breathlessness: "You are hopeless! The scum in your eyes, the **** in your mouth, is also in the hearts of others. The treasure of replacement! Why are you qualified to decide everything?"

　　 Mo brushed the corners of his mouth with blood, and attacked sharply: "Why?! With my status! With my status! With my talent! The lowly wastes and hunks should be like mud, crawling on me forever Foot! They shouldn’t hate me! If you want to hate, hate themselves! Hate their birth!"

　　 "Good, good..." Good one hates oneself, hate is born!

　　 Lu Jiuque smiled, his expression was like a **** poppy.

　　 Mo Fuyi looked at her smile, and her heart contracted involuntarily.

　　 At this time, Lu Jiuque gently pressed his hand to the position of Mo Fuyi's heart, and said in a low voice: "Do you know who brought out the **** flowers at the auction?"

　　 "What do you mean?!" Mo Fuyi trembled, like being struck by lightning.

　　 She always thought that Lu Jiuque just survived by chance. Could it be that...

　　 "What do you mean?" She didn't answer the question, her eyes filled with evil spirits.

　　 Mo Fuyi couldn't contain the tremor, and roared: "It's you?! It's you...It's impossible! How could the **** flower in your hand be in your hand?!"

　　 Lu Jiucai made a grab with five fingers, and suddenly he used his force to embed it. Mo Fuyi's flesh and blood were torn apart, and blood overflowed again.

　　The severe pain is accompanied by the fear of death, like a sea tide.

　　 This time, Lu Jiuque did not show mercy, the flame covered his palm, melting Mo Fuyi’s bones inch by inch, reaching her heart...