Prince Jing made every decision, and the Eighth Prince was one of the backup plans left by Prince Jing.

According to Mr. Qian's arrangement, when Xiao Yan and others gathered together, he put a strong medicine.

He stabbed Zhou Yanqing in front of everyone.

So, afterwards...

"I know my brother can't deliberately hurt me."

Through a door, the Eighth Prince sat on the treetops and heard Xiaojiu's voice coming from the room.

Among all the brothers in the past, he was not very outstanding. He was quiet in daily life and even had no sense of existence.

Until one time he met Mr. Feng.

Young Master Qian said: "If you are destined to have a disaster of death, and this disaster will affect your Xiaojiu, would you want to do something for her?"

Needless to say, there is no need to think about the answer. Xiaojiu is his treasure. He is afraid of falling when holding it in the palm of his hand, and afraid of melting when holding it in his mouth.

Maybe it was because of his personality that he was not very favored. His relationship with the elder brothers before was just like that, and he basically had his own relationships.

His mother died early, and the eunuchs in the palace bullied him at a young age, and no one cared about whether he was cold or hungry.

Until that year, Xiaojiu and his fourth brother, who were only four years old, came back from outside the palace and held a string of candied haws in their hands, giving them to him who was hungry and gurgling.

That was their first meeting, and every time Xiaojiu had something good, he always kept preparing one for him, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to eat enough.

He was probably raised by Xiaojiu.

The Eighth Prince thought so by chance.

The next day.

It was just dawn in the morning, and the eighth prince who had been sitting on the treetops all night looked like he was dozing off. He couldn't see him. He usually used his spiritual sense, which was the skill he learned from Master Qian.

According to Mr. Qian, he has this talent and is suitable for practicing Taoism.

Suddenly, a strong wind approached the Eighth Prince. The Eighth Prince flashed sideways, and he fell to the ground in white clothes.

He opened his spiritual sense and calmly looked at the audience.

Good guy!

The second brother looked sinister and cruel.

The third brother smiled, but he looked like a smiling tiger.

The fourth brother smiled faintly.

The fifth brother is ready to go.

Brother Six rolled up his sleeves.

Brother Seven looked at him coldly.

The Eighth Prince: “…………”

The Eighth Prince thought for a long time.

I remembered that he had passed Xiao Jiu's sword according to Mr. Feng's plan.

he:"……"

Silently squatted down and hugged his head.

"bring it on!"

Others: "???"

"Don't think that if you admit defeat, we will let you go!"

"Old Ba, you can! The white knife goes into the red knife. If you don't beat you to death today, my brother will not be named Zhou!"

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, yes, I didn't expect Xiaoba also has the potential to be a fox? Is this called retreating to advance?"

"Okay, don't talk too much, fight quickly, so as not to wake up Xiaojiu!"

One hour later.

The Eighth Prince's flawless white clothes were covered with footprints, and his face was also bruised and swollen.

He limped and pursed his lips gradually moved away.

Why!

When will Mr. Feng come back?

If Young Master Jing comes back, that's great.

At least……

By then, the brothers can unite and be united to the outside world, so they no longer have to treat themselves as a training bag.

Touching the corner of Wu Qing's mouth, the Eighth Prince rarely felt a helpless emotion.

His cheek twitched slightly.

"Why……"

Mr. Feng, Mr. Feng, it would be fine if he came back, but if he didn't come back, what should Xiaojiu do...
Chapter completed!