Rebirth of Dog Blood

  Tianhao Country

  In the western suburbs of Beijing, a hundred miles away, there is a dense forest, tens of miles in circumference, all of which are ancient trees that have been around for years, blocking out the sky and sun, standing among them, it's as if you're about to step into an endless hell.

  In the dense forest, a girl was lying down. She had a delicate face like white porcelain, and her bright big eyes were tightly closed at this time. Her upper body wore a bellyband, and her lower body wore a pair of shorts. Although there were no obvious scars on her body, this situation was still somewhat strange.

  Before long, the girl woke up with a start, looking around in confusion, unaware of what had happened.

  "Ah! Shen Yifang, Murong Xue, you two are so heartless!" The girl suddenly spoke out, gritting her teeth in anger.

  She thought that Murong Qing was also the young lady of the General's Mansion, and should have enjoyed honor and prestige. Who would have thought that her biological mother died early, and her stepmother arrived later.

  The stepmother was hypocritical and overly indulgent, but when she grew up, she couldn't shoulder the burden or lift a hand. She didn't excel in needlework or reading, and couldn't even recognize a few large characters.

  From then on, she was crowned as the number one silly and naive young lady in the capital city.

  After that, at the age of thirteen, she was suddenly kidnapped by a wicked person and later rescued by the current Third Prince. Due to their frank encounter, she had no choice but to marry into the Third Prince's mansion as his secondary consort.

  After less than two years, she was killed by the third prince's consort due to being out of favor.

  Heaven has blessed her with a rebirth, but who would have thought that she would be reborn at such an embarrassing time.

  Because of rebirth, many unclear things in the previous life are now all clear. What suffered from being kidnapped, everything was done by the stepmother and her daughter, just because they didn't want her to block their way to power, wealth and nobility, and enter the imperial family.

  They had long set their sights on the Third Prince, but because there was still a legitimate daughter, Murong Qing, in the way, they thought of every possible means to harm her.

  Having been reborn, I will definitely not take the old path again. Those who have harmed her will be repaid in blood!

  Murong Qing gritted her teeth and got up, hugging her arms and looking around. According to the memories of her past life, in less than half an hour, the third prince would find his way here as planned, and by then, she would have to retrace her steps from her previous life.

  She naturally didn't want to take the old road, so she had to leave here as soon as possible.

  Suddenly, a clanging sound came from the front. Murong Qing hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and followed the sound.

  The dense forest is too vast, and she can't get out with her own strength, let alone now. Even if she could walk out, she couldn't come back. Rather than waiting for fate to arrive here, it's better to make a desperate effort.

  Murong Qing walked barefoot and slowly, sneaking along, hiding in the dense forest, but was not discovered by anyone.

  In about half a stick of incense time, I could see clearly the people fighting in front of me.

  Dozens of black-clad men surrounded a man wearing a cyan-colored plain silk robe with a black jade belt around his waist. On the right side of his face was a butterfly mask, covering half of his face. He had a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes, and an aura of coldness and cruelty spread out with the wind, even though he was more than ten steps away, Mu Rong Qing still felt a chill run down his spine.

  " Ninth Prince, how could it be him?" Murong Qing was astonished. How could he have not heard that the Ninth Prince had appeared in this vicinity in his past life?

  No need to think too much, the chaotic battle in front has already reached a white-hot state.

  Xiahou Yi drew his sword and charged into the encirclement of people, surprisingly throwing himself into the net.

  Murong Qing couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand as she watched from a distance, although she knew that Xia Houyi would not die at this time, seeing the tense situation also made her heart skip a beat.

  What's with these men in black, they're quite bold, actually daring to lay hands on the Ninth Prince. Moreover, from their tone of voice, it seems like they don't take the Ninth Prince seriously at all.

  It can be seen that their identities are not ordinary. Or, the people behind them are not ordinary.

  Xiahou Dun was extremely skilled in martial arts, and even when surrounded by dozens of people, he didn't show the slightest sign of panic. His long sword seemed to have come to life, moving freely as if it had a mind of its own, and in just an instant, dozens of people were killed.

  However, even though he was highly skilled in martial arts, after all, two fists can't defeat four hands. The black-clad man died, and at the same time, he fell to the ground with a sword wound on his side.

  Lying on the ground, Xiahou Yi's line of sight swept over the black-clothed man, his right hand flicking upwards, a firework exploding in mid-air, colorful and dazzling, visible for tens of miles around.

  "Good, a good third prince." Xiahou Yi sneered, then closed his eyes and quietly waited for the dark guards to see the command arrow arrive.

  At this moment, Murong Qing was stealthily approaching Xiahou Yi. Her two big eyes, like misty water, stared straight at the clothes on his body, and finally saw that he was wearing clothes that could cover his body.

  As for the clothes on those black-clad men, she couldn't use them even if she wanted to. It was unclear whether Xia Houyi did it on purpose, but all the clothes on the black-clad men had disintegrated into fragments and could not be pieced together.

  Closer, even closer. Arriving right in front of him, Murong Qing's small hand quickly stretched out and grabbed the Ninth Prince's collar, with a radiant smile at the corner of his lips. Great, finally having clothes to wear.

  "Who?" The cold voice was right next to Murong Qīng's ear, causing her small hand to suddenly want to shrink back.

  The ninth prince, however, could not bear to let her retreat, his large hand opening up and suddenly grasping her wrist, slowly raising his head to look at her.

  The dense forest is deep and dark, sunlight can't get in, only a few mischievous round light spots dance and spin on her face, lovely like an elf.

  The girl was obviously frightened at this time, and her big eyes were filled with anxiety. Xiahou Yi's pupils deepened slightly, and a strange idea rose in his heart, wanting to protect her from any harm.

  When Xiahou Yi's line of sight made contact with her exposed arms and abdomen in the air, his pupils became even more profound, as if he couldn't bear to let anyone else see her beauty.

  She's been caught red-handed, what to do? Murong Qing thought that the Ninth Prince had fainted, which would have made it convenient for her to steal his clothes. Who could have imagined that he hadn't actually fainted?

  Murong Qing squeezed out a pitiful and ugly smile, "Sorry, I really didn't mean to, actually, I just wanted to borrow something from you."

  "Who are you and what do you want?" Xiahou Yi furrowed his brow, a young girl with clothes that barely covered her body appeared in this dense forest, making it impossible for him not to think more.

  Murong Qing waved his small hand quickly, "Who I am is not important, really not important, you don't need to remember me either. I'll return the thing immediately and leave, absolutely won't cause any trouble for you. Really, believe me."

  "Speak!" Xiahou Yi shouted in anger, his hand exerting a bit more force, the girl let out a cry of surprise as she was pulled and stumbled, a dull thud sounded, and with a posture of prostrating herself, she fell onto him.

  Xiahou Yi's eyes widened slightly, as if he didn't dare to believe that such a thing could happen. He loosened his grip on the girl's wrist and instead opened his arms to encircle her waist, a complex emotion flashing across his eyes before he narrowed them, his arms suddenly tightening around her.

  "Ah, it hurts so much!" Murong Qing exclaimed in surprise, feeling the man's body was scorching hot, as if she were being roasted over a huge fire. "What are you doing? Let me go quickly." Stinky man, doesn't he know what is meant by 'men and women should keep a distance from each other'?

  She impatiently twisted and turned, wanting to break free from the restraints. But she didn't know that the man below her had eyes that were growing increasingly deep and mysterious, his arms tightening their grip even more.

  "Let me go!" Murong Qing gritted his teeth. This man, did he have to be so impatient and eager, embracing a woman the moment he saw her without letting go?

  It seems that the rumors are true. In the capital, there were rumors that the Ninth Prince had a facial disability and was eccentric, with a hobby of playing with women. The Ninth Prince's mansion was filled with countless beauties, and it was said that even if he changed one woman per day, it would take half a year to go through them all.

  Good heavens, this strange man won't be taken in by her beauty, what does he plan to do with her?

  Xiahou Yi's deep eyes fell on the girl in front of him, her slender neck and delicate skin making her look as if she would break with just a slight force.

  That dazzling light seemed to have an endless suction power, Xia Hou Ye slowly approached, and when he came back to his senses, his lips had already touched the pulse. Feeling that strong vibration, his eyes became even more profound, and he sucked hard with his lower lip.

  The indescribable smooth sensation, accompanied by the faint and unique fragrance of a young girl, reached his nostrils, causing Xiahou Yi to narrow his eyes, his lips moving more forcefully, as if he wanted to suck out a hole on that white jade-like neck.

  "Bastard!" Mu Rong Qing's whole body shook with rage, gritting his teeth in anger. "Bastard, don't blame me, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for appearing in this place."

  Xiahou Yi furrowed his brow, thinking that this little girl had been frightened out of her wits and was talking nonsense without any logic.

  Boom!

  Xiahou Yi's eyes widened in disbelief as he slowly turned his head to look at the stone still stained with blood on Murong Qiang's right hand. The last thought that fell into darkness was, he would definitely not let this arrogant and reckless little girl go, how dare she hit him?

  Murong Qing, however, didn't care about anything else. Seeing the person unconscious, he glared at him with a loud huff and hastily dropped the stone in his hand to push him. "Hey, aren't you dead yet?"

  She pushed him a few times in a row, seeing that he didn't react at all. As Murong Qing let out a sigh of relief, she quickly reached out to check his breathing. She just didn't want to be suspected of having an affair with the prince's son, nor did she want to bear the crime of murdering him.

  She didn't truly feel at ease until she saw him still breathing.

  "It's better for you to die than me, it's hard to be reborn once in a thousand difficulties. How can we go back to the old way? Ninth Prince, you are magnanimous, don't bother with a little servant girl like me." Murong Qing clasped his hands together and made a pleading gesture. "Besides, you just ate my tofu, consider it as payment for buying clothes, we're even now."

  Murong Qing chattered on as he quickly stripped the Ninth Prince's clothes off.

  The ninth prince was extremely tall and heavy, she used a lot of strength and finally managed to take off all his clothes.

  Murong Qing quickly changed his clothes, looked down at Xiahou Yi who was unconscious, and couldn't help but recall the time he had bitten his neck.

  "Bastard, don't you understand that men and women shouldn't be so intimate?" Murong Qing didn't know where he got the guts from, but he kicked him in the face.

  The girl's white feet were constantly trampling on her face, as if she had found some interesting game, and was having a great time.

  This still couldn't satisfy her, so the girl directly stripped him bare, leaving only his last pair of shorts. Then she ran to a nearby patch of mud and stomped on it several times before returning.

  Murong Qing sneered and lifted his right foot, "See if you dare to bully women again in the future, this is all your own doing."

  Step, I step, I step and step.