After the rebirth of the interstellar boss, the entertainment circle was shocked

Chapter 2 A Disaster, A Sick

The Crown Prince of the Imperial City?
fiancée?
Seeing these comments, Xi Jiu was stunned for a moment.

Just as he was about to search his memory, the door of the ward was pushed open.

Bai Qiu came back with a group of doctors in a hurry.

She took the tablet away from her hand: "Ancestor, if you have brain problems, stop playing."

The most powerful doctor in the General Hospital gave Xi Jiu another full body examination.

"Skin trauma can be healed for half a month, and concussion is not a big deal. In the future, use your brain less and take a good rest."

She was out of disaster star physique, if it wasn't for the fact that Nanxun was in the Xi family, the doctor didn't want to save her, so after the examination, she said a few words and left.

I was afraid that if I walked slower, I would be implicated.

"I have no brain at all..." Bai Qiu muttered softly, but he was also relieved.

As if thinking of something suddenly, he fumbled in the pockets of his body for a long time, and found two peace symbols folded into a triangle.

One red and one yellow.

Put it all into Xi Jiu's hands, and said, "Be safe!"

She was rashly selected as a manager by the princess at the beginning, and she wanted to resist, but she couldn't resist the Xi family.

She wants to live!

I can only admit it.

She was afraid that she would be persecuted by this disaster star's physique.

The day before going to work, I went to worship eight temples in one go, and prayed for twenty peace talismans.

It turned out that she was not dead yet, and something happened to the princess first.

She followed the car accident.

This princess can die, but not with her!

Otherwise, the old lady of the Xi family must let her be buried with her!

Xi Jiu lowered her eyes, looked at the peace talisman in her hand, and threw it out.

"Hey, you..." Bai Qiu quickly went to pick it up: "What are you doing?"

She spent a lot of money on this!

Xi Jiu said lightly: "The ingredients of this talisman are cinnabar yellow paper and chicken blood ink. To ward off evil spirits and keep safe is just a self-psychological comfort for your consciousness. It has no practical effect. According to your words, it is superstition."

Bai Qiu: "...?"

What did she just hear?
A catastrophe, are you saying that she is superstitious? ?
Moreover, what is "according to your words"?
She looked up at the person on the bed.

With a weird face.

Putting nothing else aside, can Xi Jiu say such a thing?
"If you want to ward off evil spirits, I'll draw a picture for you later."

Before Bai Qiu came back to his senses, he heard the person on the bed speak again.

The eyes are clear, wrapped in a layer of haze, and the whole body is cold.

She always felt that something had changed in Xi Jiu, from temperament to conversation...

It's a bit different from before...

"you……"

"Who is the prince of the imperial city?"

Bai Qiu was about to say something when Xi Jiu spoke again.

The topic is a bit off topic.

Bai Qiu was taken aback again: "You don't remember?"

It turned out that Xi Jiu had never done many good deeds since he was a child.

The messy memories were sealed in one corner of his mind, Xi Jiu didn't want to look through them, and said with a deadpan expression: "Concussion."

Bai Qiu: "..."

Could it be that the concussion shocked the willful Ninth Princess?

She stared at her with a strange expression, struggled for a while, and then said: "That is the prince of the Shen family in the imperial city, named Shen Zhen. You have been engaged to him since childhood, and he is your fiancé."

fiancé?
Xi Jiu frowned: "Will Blue Star also arrange marriages?"

Bai Qiu: "... Lan Xing, what do you mean?"

Xi Jiu: "..."

Bai Qiu stared at her, and took two steps back: "Are you still Xi Jiu?"

It's really the former Xi Jiu, who wouldn't make such remarks.

The doctor only said skin trauma, mild concussion, but didn't mention amnesia?

You won't be caught, will you?
"Doctor, doctor..." Bai Qiu ran out again.

Xi Jiu: "..."

The current owner of this body is her, but she doesn't want to be the original Xi Jiu.

His eyes lowered and landed on the tablet with a black screen.

The screen reflected her face.

The phoenix eyes are beautiful, the facial features are exquisite, and the long hair is dyed fiery red.

It's both charming and gorgeous.

She raised her hand and stroked the face, her thick and curly eyelashes trembling slightly.

The original Xi Jiuba's older brothers were killed or wounded.

She also had eight older brothers, all of whom died in battle.

The names are similar, and even the appearance is basically the same.

They are all called the Nine Princesses.

Is it necessary for her and this Xi Jiu to have such similar life backgrounds?

She closed her eyes and felt the spiritual power in her body.

Although weak, it exists.

If he is reborn, it is impossible for this blue star person to have spiritual power.

But if she hadn't been reborn, she...

Even the optical brain was smashed, and the terminal was not left behind.

It is also impossible to have spiritual power by reviving the dead.

what happened?

Xi Jiu opened her eyes, her brows were furrowed tightly, her eyes were filled with coldness and doubt.

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Outside the General Hospital.

A stretched black car was parked on the side of the road.

"Cough, cough, cough..." A cough suddenly sounded inside.

Wen Qing frowned slightly, took out the pulse pillow and put it on the table, and said to the person behind under the blanket, "Give me your hand."

Lifting a corner of the blanket, Shen Ji stretched out his hand slowly, with slender fingers, clear bones, beautiful like a work of art.

A section of the arm was white and transparent, and all the veins and blood vessels could be seen clearly.

It was cold through the strands.

look up.

A pair of peach blossom eyes are sparkling and alluring, the facial features are cast like gods, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, the color of thin lips is as light as water, the beauty is hard to distinguish between male and female.

He looked sickly, holding back a lifeless anger.

Unbearably precious.

All the words used to describe good-looking seem to be a little insufficient to describe him.

It is the stunning beauty that makes countless men and women flock to it.

Everyone who met him said that he was the favorite of the Creator.

Unfortunately, this darling of the Creator has been a sick child since he was a child.

Soft and weak, looking like he's about to die at any moment.

"It's nothing serious." Wen Qing let go of his pulse and handed him a glass of warm water.

Shen Jin lightly opened his eyelids, his brows were lazy and loose, his thin lips were slightly parted, and his voice was watery, "Are you dead?"

He was asking Xi Jiu.

After the news of Xi Jiu's car accident last night, reporters from major newspapers swarmed and occupied the gate of Nanxun General Hospital as quickly as possible.

Among them were some netizens, carrying firecrackers and suonas, waiting for the news of Xi Jiu's death to celebrate on the spot.

It's just that one day and one night passed, no one could enter the hospital gate, and there was no news from the hospital.

Shen Feng in the driver's seat looked sideways at the outside of the car window and touched his nose: "I don't know."

Wen Qing also looked at the crowd outside the window, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses up and down with his index finger, and said calmly: "He should not be dead, otherwise this general hospital has been moved to the ground by the old lady of the Xi family."

The nine princesses killed their parents, and Ke's eight elder brothers died in different ways.

But the old matriarch of the Xi family still holds her in his palm, pampering her without limit.

That's why she's alive today.

Shen Jin frowned his pretty eyebrows, lifted the blanket on his body, slowly got up from the soft couch in the car, and said casually: "Let's go in and have a look."

Every move has an innate dignity.

The lofty misty fairy aura has no human fireworks.

Shen Feng was stunned for a moment, frowning instantly enough to kill a fly: "Master, that Xi Jiu will be a disaster wherever he goes, your body is already weak, if you run into her..."

Shen Pan, the prince of Beidi City, is dying of illness.

Xi Jiu, the nine princesses of Nanxun, a disaster from the sky.

The north is sinking and the south is seated, and disease and disaster depend on each other.

It can be regarded as... a different kind of match.

This is the general public's evaluation of the two.

In the market place, some people even opened the market a few years ago, betting on whether Shen Ji would die of illness first, or be overcome by Xi Jiu's physique first.

Or, Xi Jiu first restrained himself to death.

Bet on who of these two lives the longest.

Xi Jiu's innate evil energy is not covered up, if you want to go in, if you get contaminated...

(End of this chapter)