Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

The hierarchy in this world is simple and crude. Whoever has a tight and perfect heart will have a higher status. Similarly, the ability to control oneself and the higher the IQ will be.

Such a sci-fi world makes Fifteen wonder whether he has returned to the 21st century, and was sucked into a virtual space built by a certain scientific madman himself. The space is filled with various robots made by him, a completely simulated world!

In the middle of the night, he returned to Zhu's Mansion, picked up the pillow, and lay down by himself.

After lying down, Fifteen wanted to sleep, but his mind was unusually clear, and now he was thinking about Fourteen in particular.

Although Fourteen is a little fox with magical powers at any rate, it is too stupid and too greedy. If it accidentally changes back to its original shape and is caught by someone, take some meat to lure it, and then make it Passed out, and the skin of his body was peeled off to make a scarf or something. The possibility of this kind of tragedy really grew more and more.

Fifteen is very anxious, this kind of progress is too slow, the matter of Zhu's mansion must be clarified first, Master Zhu and his wife are very likely to know where Fourteen is.

Fifteen couldn't wait any longer, and he decided to attack Master Zhu and his wife tomorrow, and no matter what means he had to use, he had to find out the whereabouts of Shishi.

Fifteen tossed and turned on the bed, and didn't fall asleep until dawn.

When Fifteen fell asleep for an hour or two, the sun slowly rose...

Hongqiang Qiurui Dongmei and several third-class maids had already stood outside the door, holding face wash water, fragrant soap, and Qingyan standing outside, waiting for Shiwu to call them in.

But the fifteenth day in Sishi did not get up.

The girl carrying the wash water had already changed the water back and forth countless times, her hands were still shaking.

She asked Hong Qiang for help: "Sister Hong Qiang, can you knock on the door? Young master...why can't you pay it back? My hand is almost broken."

Hong Qiang didn't even look at her: "Let me disturb the master's Qingmeng, you, a lowly third-class girl, dare to say such words, even if your hand is really broken, you have to hold it for me. Do not spill a single drop of water, otherwise, you will die."

The little girl who was cut off from the water was trembling with fright, with a horrified expression on her face, "Sister Hongqiang taught me a lesson, I know I was wrong..."

After waiting for another hour, Shiwu still didn't wake up.

Hong Qiang said to the girl beside him: "Go and inform the master and wife, the young master has not gotten up until now, do you want to go in and have a look?"

"Yes……"

After a while, Mrs. Zhu came over and reprimanded Hong Qiang angrily: "I haven't gotten up until now, why don't you go in and have a look."

"Slave, just knock on the door." With Madam Zhu's permission, Hong Qiang knocked on the door.

"Young master, young master... are you awake? It's almost noon, young master. How about you get up and wash up first?"

Fifteen woke up very early, he just didn't want to move, he connected all the events of yesterday together in his mind, thinking about how to blow up the whereabouts of Shishi from Master Zhu and his wife.

The red wall outside yelled for a while, and Shiwu finally got up: "Come in!"

The door was pushed open, and Hong Qiang brought the girls in one after another.

While Hong Qiang was waiting on Fifteen to wash up, Madam Zhu also came in, "Bao'er, what do you want to eat in the morning, mother will make it for you today."

After Fifteen rinsed his mouth, he handed the quilt to Hong Qiang, "No, I have something to say to you and Master Zhu later."