Everyone Pampers the Small Blessing Who Has a Spatial Pocket!

Qin Huai was serious, but the young woman couldn't tell whether he was sincere or fake.

I found myself a little girl.

Is this something a seven-year-old boy can say?

"Marriage matters are decided by your parents. Did you forget your identity?" The young woman narrowed her eyes, her already solemn expression adding a bit of majesty.

But Qin Huai was calm and fearless, facing her scrutiny eyes, evoking a self-deprecating smile.

"What identity do I have."

"Mrs. Xungui's illegitimate child? A sickly seedling who will die soon? Or, a dog that comes and lingers at your call?"

"Qin Huai, be presumptuous!"

Furious, the young woman rose to her feet and gave her arm a jerk—

"Crack!" He hit Qin Huai in the face.

Qin Huai was not as tall as her, so she tilted her head and took two steps back.

He has already started to practice martial arts, and the next game was stable.

It can be seen that the young woman has made great efforts.

Chi Jia was anxious: "Madam!"

"Retreat!" The young woman didn't even look at the red armor.

But the red armor stood in front of the young woman, motionless.

The young woman sneered: "Tired of living?"

"Please calm down my anger, my subordinates are willing to die." Chi Jia was neither humble nor arrogant, as if he was not talking about dying, but something that was irrelevant.

"Okay, then you-"

Qin Huai grabbed Chijia's arm and gently pushed him away. His dark eyes were bottomless. Even when he looked up at the woman in front of him, he was not afraid: "You dare."

"What makes you qualified to talk to me like this?" the young woman said, "Do you really think—"

She couldn't say anything next.

Because Qin Huai took out a dagger and swiped it hard on his arm without even thinking about it.

The blood dripped to the ground.

The young woman's pupils constricted.

Chi Jia heard the movement, turned around, and was scared to grab the dagger: "Young Master!"

He didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of irritating Qin Huai.

Qin Huai dodged Chijia, raised the dagger, slashed again, and put the dagger on his neck.

Once pressed, a blood line was pressed out of the neck.

The young woman gritted her teeth, her voice almost squeezed out of her teeth: "Qin, Huai."

"I'm the one who deserves to die." Qin Huai's scratched arm was cold and even trembled unconsciously, but his voice was still very calm, "Simply take a life, if you like to control it, I will give it back to you."

Chijia didn't dare to grab it, a big, unsmiling man, so anxious that tears came down: "Young Master, don't be impulsive, say something if you have something to say."

Turning his head, he knelt down heavily towards the young woman again, and choked: "Madam, please—"

The paranoia that the son had managed to cure, he committed again, and it was even worse than before.

In the past, he only hurt people, but now he hurts himself.

"Very good, Qin Huai, you are very good." The young woman kicked Chi Jia, "The dog I raised has become your loyal dog after all! Okay, I won't kill him."

Qin Huai was unmoved: "I have a wife."

The implication is self-evident.

"Don't get too far!"

Qin Huai pressed the dagger in again, and the dagger, which cut iron like mud, was embedded in the flesh.

Chi Jia looked distressed and frightened, and could only shout, "Madam!"

"Okay, you chose this yourself, don't regret it." The young woman dropped this sentence and walked away without caring whether Qin Huai was dead or alive.

When the young woman left, Qin Huai had already dripped a large pool of blood.

Losing blood, he was chilled.

Almost as soon as the woman stepped out of the door, the strength in his hand loosened, and the whole person fell down.

Chi Jia quickly caught his thin body, but only heard him say: "The bottle."

Qin Huai fainted.

"Son!"

The young woman paused outside the door and said to the pale-faced maid next to her, "Go and call the imperial doctor, as soon as possible."

The maid hurriedly bowed, and immediately performed light work, and flew out from the courtyard wall of Duke Yong's mansion.

The dark guard who was guarding the Duke's mansion was about to stop him when he was patted on the shoulder and turned his head, but it was a red guard.

"Brother, take it easy."