Thief and silly concubine

Chapter 1 Inherit Your Enmity and Hatred!
"Woooooo...Master! Wake up quickly...Woooooo..."

A hoarse cry wafted in Mo Jiuqing's ears, but he couldn't wake up no matter what.

"Why are you crying! It's just rolling down the stairs, and no one can die! Besides, this fool has such a life, why are you afraid that she will die!?" Immediately afterwards, a sharp and mean voice sounded, and there was a cover-up in the tone I can't help but gloat.

"Master, wake up quickly... Huiying has already gone to call for a doctor! You have to persevere! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

what happened?

When the bomb exploded in the building after the mission was completed, wasn't he killed?

Why are people still talking now?
Wait...Master?
No matter how I say it, I am a famous Thief God in the 21st century, and I have never taken in apprentices or slaves. How can I be called a master!
While she was secretly cursing, pieces of memories that did not belong to her suddenly flooded into her brain.

"My head hurts... Do these memories come from this original body? Mo... Jiuqing..."

Mo Jiuqing, the daughter of the general's mansion of the Lingnan Dynasty, the princess of Anhe County bestowed by the former emperor of Lingnan, it is a pity that the master is a fool.

Although he was not naturally stupid, when he was young, he was cruelly pushed down by his aunt, rolled down the stairs, and fell into a mentally handicapped child.

But this time, it was my aunt's daughter who tricked her to come to a remote corner of the garden, and pushed her down from the gazebo on the rockery under the pretext of appreciating flowers. died.

However, the blood in his head dissipated under this heavy blow, and his mind returned to clarity, which saved the newcomer Mo Jiuqing from the bad luck of being a fool.

Even though the person is dead now, the memory of the heavy resentment of being bullied by aunts and sisters and oppressed by slaves when he was a child will remain in this body forever.

"Mo Jiuqing...Mo Jiuqing...You have the same name and surname as me. Maybe it's an act of God. You gave me your body. If that's the case, I accept your love, then I will give you your revenge. And hate, also inherited together!"

Mo Jiuqing slowly opened her eyelids. Although she still had a dull headache, it did not affect her observation of the surrounding situation.

Beside her was a teary-eyed maid who hugged her tightly and sobbed. Not far away, a woman with folded arms and chest looked at all this with cold eyes. Instead of worrying and anxious, she was somewhat excited and happy.

Mo Jiuqing observed so far, and secretly said in his heart: I think this woman is the original concubine.

Mo Jiuqing looked up at the high pavilion, and his heart was clear.

It seems that this concubine sister pushed her down from such a high gazebo because she wanted to put her to death. If this is the case, then she doesn't need to show mercy!
"Big girl...my master is your younger sister!" The maid who was holding Mo Jiuqing didn't realize that Mo Jiuqing had woken up, and cried bitterly to accuse Mo Jiuqing's concubine sister.

"Sister? You're just a fool. If you die, you'll die. Save yourself..." Mo Wanwan glanced at Mo Jiuqing disdainfully, but she seemed to swallow the bitterness that she was about to say in the next second. I choked on an egg and choked on it!
(End of this chapter)