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

Mo Fuyi finally understood what it means to kill 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, and finally giving the target a fatal blow! !

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

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

No, even if she is dead, she doesn't want to appear in front of Mei Gongzi with such a face!

This is Zhu Xin!

It's Zhu Xin!

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

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

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

"You are too mean, too mean..."

……

The roaring tone, with a faint cry of cry, was as fragile as a lost child.

Looking at Mo Fuyi's reaction, Lu Jiuque's disgust deepened.

"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 have been uncontrollable, and he blurted out: "Those three wastes are dregs, and even a piece of Mei Gongzi’s hair can’t match! Those ant untouchables 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? !

Gritting 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 so high, and Lu Jiu was so short of breath that his whole body was trembling: "You are hopeless! The scum in your eyes, the untouchable in your mouth, is also in others' hearts. The treasure of replacement! Why are you qualified to decide everything?"

Mo Fuyi’s mouth was bleeding, and he sharply fought back: "Why?! With my identity! With my status! With my talent! The lowly trash and the humble dogs 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 himself, hate is born!

Lu Jiuque smiled, his expression was like a blood-stained poppy.

Mo Fuyi looks at her smile~IndoMTL.com~Heart shrinks 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, with evil spirits in her eyes.

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

Lu Jiuque made a grab with five fingers, and suddenly he slammed it in. Mo Fuyi's flesh and blood were torn apart, and blood overflowed again.

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

This time, Lu Jiuque did not show mercy. The flames covered his palms, melting Mo Fuyi’s bones inch by inch, reaching her heart...