After rebirth, the little seductress coaxed him to kiss him and seduce him every day

"What do you mean?" Bai Yin did not deny Zong Zhengmo's guess. What puzzled her was his last sentence: "Why did he hide the master? The master has been dead for more than 20 years. The cemetery is Bei Jing, you secretly go to worship every year, don’t you?”

Seeing Bai Yin's reaction, Zong Zhengmo knew that not only was she unaware, but she was being completely exploited by Zong Zhengfeng.

"So what if I'm using him? As long as I can kill Zong Zhengying to avenge my master, I'm willing to be used."

"You are such a stupid person."

"That's better than you being an accomplice to murder."

"..."

Zong Zheng was very angry, "Why haven't you turned your head around yet? There is a great possibility that my mother is not dead, but was hidden by Zong Zhengfeng."

"How can this be?"

Baiyin took a few steps back in shock, "Master's tombstone was erected by him himself."

"Ha..." Zong Zhengmo felt itchy with hatred when he thought of Zong Zhengfeng hiding his mother, "How is it impossible? At first, everyone thought that he and his mother were buried in the sea of ​​fire, but in the end, didn't he live well? "

"That's because when he went to save the master, the master had already been killed." Baiyin repeated Zong Zhengfeng's words: "He said that he wanted to avenge the master, so he simply pretended to die with the master."

In this way, Zong Zhengying will not only be angry to death, but also disgusted to death.

You can also hide in the dark to recuperate and wait for opportunities to retaliate.

After all, their enemy is too powerful.

Zong Zhengmo bit his lip, "You believe whatever he says. You don't believe a word I say, right?"

Baiyin rolled his eyes indecently: "What do you have that I can trust? I'm not as good as a Creed Dog if I trust you."

Zong Zhengmo: "..."

"What's more, you still have the blood of that demon Zong Zhengying flowing in your body."

She and Zong Zhengying were at odds with each other, and so was his son.

The more she talked, the angrier Baiyin became. Suddenly, she thought of a good idea.

"When I get out, I must develop a medicine to separate the part of your blood that belongs to Master. Then I will feed the part that belongs to Zongzheng Ying to the dog."

"...Do you want to be so vicious?"

"By the way..." Speaking of research, Zong Zhengmo suddenly thought of the experimental research that Xi Weiwei mentioned that Zong Zhengfeng had been conducting over the years.

Zong Zhengmo immediately stared at Bai Yin closely: "Do you know what experimental research Zong Zhengfeng has been doing in these years?"

Baiyin nodded, "I know."

Zong Zhengfeng once asked her for advice, and she was quite interested, but Zong Zhengfeng suddenly ended the topic.

She didn't bother to break the casserole and ask the truth.

"That's right..." Zong Zhengmo was more sure now.

Mother must still be alive.

"Why is this right? Can you explain it more clearly?"

"You are much more talented in medicine than Zong Zhengfeng."

Therefore, even though she was timid and cowardly when she was a child, her mother still chose her among so many outstanding children.

"Zong Zhengfeng's research has not been successful so far... but he knows that you are extremely talented in this area, and you have mastered your mother's medical skills at least 90%, if not 100%."

However, Zong Zhengfeng would rather seek help from Xi Anxuan and Xi Shen than to seek help from afar, and he would not let Bai Yin get involved at all.

This can only mean that he is afraid that Baiyin will discover the true purpose of his research.

Bai Yin looked at Zong Zhengmo in disbelief, "You mean, he did that experimental research because of Master?"

……

Zong Zheng Panxi came to see Yu Xiaohan early in the morning, but he didn't see Yu Xiaohan. Instead, he saw Xi Weiyi and Xiaobao drawing on the lawn.

"Why are you here?"

Zongzheng Panxi had an impression of Xi Weiyi, but because Xi Weiwei was so well protected by Zong Zhengmo, Zongzheng Panxi still doesn't know Xi Weiwei's identity.

"Xiaobao, come here." Zongzheng Panxi waved to Xiaobao.

Although this annoying brat is just Yu Xiaohan's adopted son, Yu Xiaohan takes him with him wherever he goes, which is enough to show how much Yu Xiaohan loves him.

Therefore, if she wanted to take down Yu Xiaohan, she had to pretend to have a good relationship with this brat.

"Who are you? Why should I listen to you?" Xiaobao disliked Zongzheng Panxi to death.

Anyone who wants to compete with mom for dad is a bad woman.

It should all be done, rolling.

Zongzheng Panxi's hot face touched his cold ass, and he became angry instantly, "You brat, don't be so shameless? Don't think that because your father loves you, you can act arrogantly in front of me."

"Let me tell you, soon, you will have to call me mom respectfully. Then I will have your good harvest."

"My mother? Just you..."

Xiaobao looked at Zongzheng Panxi, and his whole little face wrinkled up in disgust. His vivid little expression made people laugh and cry, looking cute and irritating at the same time.

Cuteness is what Xi Weiyi sees.

Angry people are what Zongzheng Panxi sees.

"Little bastard, what's your expression? Take it back immediately, or I'll beat you to death."

Xi Weiwei had no time to talk to Zong Zheng Panxi and was still continuing his painting.

Although she had painted Yu Xiaohan thousands of times, she concentrated on it every time.

But the words "little bastard" instantly made Xi Weiwei's expression change.

However, Zongzheng Panxi wanted to die even more. When she saw that Xi Weiwei was still painting Yu Xiaohan, and the painting was so vivid, she instantly became angry and jealous.

"Who are you? Are you worthy of painting Xiao Han? Tear up the painting immediately."

Xi Weiwei ignored her, but finished the last stroke of painting seriously and attentively. Looking at the lifelike Yu Xiaohan on the paper, she raised the corners of her mouth gently.

"Don't you understand the human language? I told you not to draw him."

Zongzheng Panxi looked at Xi Weiwei's vivid painting of Yu Xiaohan, and angrily rushed over to tear up the painting.

It was as if she had destroyed the painting and Yu Xiaohan belonged to her. She was so crazy.

But before her hand even touched the painting, she was slapped away by Xi Weiwei's cruel slap.

"Did I give you face?"

"Zongzheng Panxi, who is so shameless?"

"Since you don't cherish your face so much, then don't take it at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xi Weiwei slapped him again.

"Also, immediately apologize to my son for what you just said and admit your mistake."

Zong Zheng Panxi was slapped twice in succession. He lost all reason and could not hear what Xi Weiyi said. He just immediately turned into an angry screaming chicken and rushed towards Xi Weiyi, trying to pull Xi Weiyi's hair and pinch him. her neck.

But how could she, a delicate young lady, be Xi's only opponent who had been practicing martial arts since childhood?

She imagined pulling her hair and pinching her neck, but the quilt was the only one who easily avoided saying anything. The next second she became the "victim" of being pulled by her hair and choked.

"You...let me go...do you know who I am? How dare you do this to me?"

"I will make you unable to eat and walk around. I will destroy your whole family and kill all nine of your clans."

"It turned out that your Zongzheng royal family was still in the feudal dynasty." Xi Weiwei even found it funny.

Because, according to Zongzheng Panxi's plan to kill all nine of her clans, that would have to include herself. After all, the scope of the Nine Clans is so wide, whether she is Zong Zhengying or Zong Zhengfeng's daughter, she is within that scope.

"Zongzheng Panxi, if you want to die, stay away from me. I don't want to die with you."

"Also, I'm not really interested in who you are."

"But you have to remember clearly who I am."

"As for me, I am Yu Xiaohan's dear wife who you try to seduce in different ways every day."

"you……"

"No, it's my fault. We don't know each other well. Our relationship is just a crushing relationship between the main palace and the bitch who rushes to be his mistress."

"No, you are rushing to be a mistress, and my husband doesn't even want it. Tsk tsk... you are worse than a mistress."

"you……"

"What are you? Get out!"