Fire Concubine: Demon Lord, too presumptuous!

Chapter 3
At this time, she can act, and she can still run happily.

A slight light flashed across Di Jiu's indifferent eyes.

Feeling the pleasure of walking, Di Jiu finally smiled.

In her previous life, in the summer when she was 15 years old, she fell off a cliff because of a frightened horse during a battle, and she survived, but lost her legs because of it.

After that, I used a wooden wheelchair to travel, and the wheelchair sat for three full years.

Perhaps, all the conspiracy started from that cliff fall.

"Squeak-"

The door of the hall carved with mahogany was pushed open, and the cold wind poured in, instantly chilling Di Jiu's joyful heart for being reborn.

"Prince, are you awake?"

The servant Han Lang closed the door of the hall neatly, for fear that the wind would blow to the people in the hall.

As soon as he turned his head, those eyes carrying the deep vortex fell on him, making Han Lang's heart tremble.

The style in the cold night is extraordinarily ferocious, with the whistling sound of blowing, the moonlight shining down, mottled light shining on the face of the man in the distance, those eyes are cold and deep, like a smile but not a smile.

It actually gave Han Lang a sense of sight of a ghost coming to claim his life, which made him swallow his saliva in fright.

He couldn't help but took a step back, "Eldest...Eldest Prince, do you still feel...unwell?"

Di Jiu remembered this night in his previous life.

She was ill, caught a cold, and rested for a few days.

Di Jiu paced slowly in the room, ignoring Han Lang's concern, "Dinner."

Han Lang seemed to be used to the eldest prince's indifference, so he hurried out to get dinner.

This night seemed to be extraordinarily cold. He didn't feel it before, but now Di Jiu frowned.

Looking at the night sky through the crack of the door, the wind blew out the candles. In the darkness, she stood facing the wind with a straight figure.

The appearance of her tragic death flashed in front of her eyes without warning, the disgusting corpse, and the unrepentant eyes, she smiled.

Laughing like a bloody king in the dark, he soared into the sky full of hatred!
"Xiao Jiujiu, it's not good to be so impetuous!"

The ghostly voice in my head came again.

Di Jiu narrowed his eyes, restraining his hostility.

"I really don't want to know who killed you?"

Di Jiu raised the corners of his eyes indifferently, "So what if you told me, do you know the cause and effect?"

"..."

When she was about to die, she didn't know who would kill her, obviously...Obviously the people around her were so kind.

At this time, Han Lang brought a sumptuous dinner and led a group of servants from Ziyang Palace to serve him.

Although the group of people who appeared suddenly did not speak, Di Jiu still felt that it was too noisy.

She walked to the table and said coldly, "Everyone go out."

Han Lang was taken aback, his eyes a little surprised.

After not hearing the sound of leaving for a long time, Di Jiu raised his eyes, and the indifferent gaze burst out from his eyes, with a hint of persuasive aura.

"Isn't His Highness speaking human language?"

Han Lang was startled, he hurriedly lowered his head not daring to look at each other, "Slave... let's go down now."

He hurriedly led a group of servants away, leaving only Di Jiu who was standing at the table eating leisurely.

In her previous life, she seemed to enjoy the feeling of being served by many people, and felt that it could reflect her status.

However, after reliving, I found that some things are really no longer needed.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Xiao Jiujiu, when you died, don't act so sad, but now you are only 14 years old, you should be lively..."

Di Jiu frowned, "You are very noisy."

"...Why don't you sit down and eat?" The voice seemed weaker.

Hearing this, Di Jiu moved her conscious legs, her eyes were extremely gloomy, "Let's feel the feeling of being able to move the legs more now, in a few months... I'm afraid they won't be able to use them anymore."

Yes, she is 14 years old this year, and in the summer when she was 15, her legs were about to break.

After simply eating dinner, Di Jiu didn't ask someone to come in to clean up, but slowly walked around the room.

(End of this chapter)