After I was reborn, I became a top player in the cultivation world

"It doesn't matter if you hit me, doesn't your hand hurt?"

There were five clear fingerprints on the prince's face, but his eyes were still fixed on Meng Shijiu's injured palm.

Meng Jiu was too lazy to pay attention to him.

The prince stretched out his hand and intertwined his fingers with her injured palm. A strange blue light emitted from his palm, and he waited for Meng Jiu to open his palm again.

The cut part has recovered as before.

She was so frightened that she stammered, "You, you, you still have spiritual power?"

The boss's ability is too abnormal. He can still retain his spiritual power in a place that is completely someone else's home field.

So what happened to his memory?

"What is that?" The prince looked confused and just brushed Meng Shijiu's palm gently, "Okay, don't hide on the roof in the middle of the night. If you want to come to me, please come early during the day."

Meng Jiu held the prince's hand and almost jumped up.

"Don't you think you are a little different? Not everyone has this ability."

"What's so strange about this? If I were ordinary, why would my father make me the crown prince?"

The prince's logic was quite rigorous. "Since I was young, there have been countless people who wanted to assassinate my highness. That's why they failed. Today I want to let you know that I have an abnormality that ordinary people cannot bear."

In addition to assassination, many people have regarded him as an evil spirit since he was a child.

His biological mother was a humble palace maid, and even his father abandoned him in the royal temple. It was not until he was seven years old that he reluctantly accepted him back because all his older brothers were useless.

No one wants to get close to him. Those who serve are either afraid of him or want to take advantage of him.

No one is sincere, except Shen'er.

She seemed to naturally accept that she was different, and the prince treated Shen Er very differently because of this.

When the prince saw that Meng Jiuwen was silent, a hint of sarcasm suddenly appeared on his face, "Why are you so scared?"

Meng Shijiu just listened quietly, then suddenly opened his arms and rushed over, hugging Xie Fan.

She stroked Xie Fan's back, like a big yellow dog comforting the Sword Spirit Sect at the foot of the mountain.

"You have worked hard all your life."

She remembered that Xianhua said that this dream net was composed of everyone's past memories, so the parents in Meng's house were the appearance of her parents.

And it is very likely that Xie Fan has experienced ups and downs in this life in his forgotten past.

The prince's heart moved, and he felt that the smell of Meng Shijiu was particularly reassuring.

He couldn't bear to push away, "Are you serious...that you can't marry Shen'er together?"

Meng Jiuer treated him like this, and it didn't seem to be without any affection. It was normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines. He was still in a high position, could he only tolerate one woman by his side?

Meng Jiujiu took a deep breath, withdrew from the embrace, and then gave the prince a slap in the face.

"No. Listen carefully. I don't care who you are or where you are. You can only choose one. Otherwise, if I have a chance in the future, I will choose seven or eighty of them and put them in the harem with you so that you can have a taste of what he is.

taste."

"You won't have that chance."

The prince didn't know why, but when he heard what Meng Jiuer said about what he wanted to do with other men, he became very angry.

And this kind of anger was strangely familiar, as if...as if he had been angry with Meng Jiuer countless times in his previous life.

He pressed Meng Jiujiu on the bed, but Meng Jiujiu was not afraid of him. Instead, she let out a sigh of relief and lay down next to her.

"Prince, have you ever thought about what you like about Shen'er?"

The prince was confused when asked, "Do you have to tell me what Zhong wants?"

"Prince, do you think I'm ugly?" Meng Shijiu touched his face, "My appearance is disgusting, but I find that you are not disgusted when you look at me."

"I will not misjudge a person based on his appearance. Meng Jiu'er, you yourself behaved absurdly and bullied the weak before. As long as you are willing to change now, others will not dare to be too demanding because of your birthmark."

The prince was dissatisfied that she was so lax around him, showed no dignity as a daughter, and simply did not regard him as a man.

"But it's really because of that face that you value that handsome man Shen'er, right?"

Meng Shijiu hit the nail on the head when he said, "Even if you don't like him, you feel that the owner of that face should be by your side and protected by you, and others should not bully him."

The prince's face didn't look very good.

Meng Jiuer's words truly spoke to his heart. This was exactly how he felt when he first met Shen'er.

But how could she know so clearly?

The prince suddenly asked strangely, "Who is Xie Fan? Why did you call this man's name and then reach out to hit me?"

No one answered his question. Meng Jiu slept peacefully and could even hear a slight snoring.

The prince was helpless. Just as he was about to stand up, Meng Shijiu grabbed his sleeve, "Xie Fan, don't leave..."

It's Xie Fan again.

Gu Linlang is not enough, now there is a wild man, this Meng Jiuer must not be wanted!

The prince thought so, but moved as gently as possible, for fear of waking her up from her dream.

The sleeves were grasped so tightly that he couldn't let go, so he had to sit aside. Meng Jiuer, who was asleep, looked completely different from the way he had jumped out during the day.

Her face was sad, and a few tears flashed in the corners of her eyes, which soon formed an obvious wet streak, staining the pillow towel through.

"Why are you so sad?" The prince seemed to be meeting Meng Jiuer for the first time and was full of curiosity about everything about her.

That night, he slept better than usual.

Although his bed was occupied, he guarded the thief who occupied the bed all night.

Shen Fuling opened the door and came in with a basin of hot water.

She seemed to have exposed her true nature by acting too hastily last night, and Xie Fan had lost patience with her.

More importantly, since Meng Shijiu came out to cause trouble, the prince no longer listened to her.

She had to find a solution as soon as possible.

But before Shen Fuling could sort out the complicated expression on her face, she was so shocked by the scene in front of her that she spilled a basin of hot water.

What's the situation? Why is Meng Shijiu here?!

She spent the night with the prince?

Meng Jiujiu stood up and hid behind the prince with quick eyes and quick hands.

A basin of hot water came towards him, and the prince was turned into a drowned rat.

Shen Fuling could only wave her hands in panic to show that she didn't mean it, and Meng Jiu poked his head out and made a face.

"Miss Shen'er is not as gentle as the prince said. Otherwise, why would she be so angry as to kill someone when she saw me and the prince together?"

Shen Fuling was furious, but she could only pretend to be innocent and fearful and look at the prince.

The prince wiped the water on his face and said expressionlessly, "Get out."

Shen Fuling curled her lips, feeling extremely aggrieved.

Meng Jiujiu had a proud look on his face, "You can't speak. You're deaf, right? I'm asking you to get out."

"You also go out." The prince replied coldly.

Meng Jiujiu's joy faded instantly, "Give me some face."