Reborn as a crazy female disciple of the God who killed his wife three times

Zhao Qingren narrowed his eyes slightly.

After just one encounter, before he even saw the man's face clearly, he felt something strange in his heart.

The toes were like lotuses, the uppers were made of white satin, with a few light green bamboo leaves embellished, and in the middle was an enchanting red peony, dazzlingly gorgeous. Looking up, one could see a light green brocade dress, outlining a slender waist, and a stunning appearance. What made people indulge in the most was her eyes, which were full of beauty and waves, like peach blossoms in the spring rain, moist and delicate...

Any man who sees the look in her eyes will be addicted... Zhao Qingren thought to himself: He finally knew what kind of woman his two younger brothers were fighting for.

But...it wasn't just any ordinary makeup, so he wasn't disappointed.

The woman walked in and looked straight into Zhao Qingren's eyes, without fear, sorrow, or emotion... She was as calm as if it was an ordinary night and she was invited to be a guest in the host's home.

If she were an ordinary girl, knowing that two young masters had fought over her and the head of the host family had brought her here to see him, she would have been more or less worried about her life, especially since she had offended the ruthless Zhao family.

The wind blew gently, blowing up the corners of her clothes, making them flutter like blooming flowers. The breeze in her hair brought with it a delicate fragrance. The faint wind blew, and this fragrance also penetrated Zhao Qingren's nose. His heart seemed to be moved by something, and he could hear the rhythm of the spring breeze softly in his ears...

The woman spoke, her voice as cool as the sound of orchids fluttering in the spring night, adding a layer of cool ambiguity: "Hello, Mr. Zhao." This voice inexplicably matched the spring melody that suddenly echoed in his mind, adding to the charm of the night.

Her face was extremely elegant, and although her voice was moving, her face did not have a trace of enchantment. She just stood there, standing in the spring breeze, and the wind seemed to become gentle and charming... Zhao Qingren silently watched her standing in front of him, thinking of his two younger brothers' crazy and out-of-control behavior. For some reason, a strange emotion surged in his heart...

He felt a murderous intent, an instinctive murderous intent...

But he did not immediately order his men to take her away and kill her. Instead, he calmly waved away the subordinates surrounding her and said to her, "Sit down."

He gave her a seat, but his subordinates were a little hesitant after receiving the order and did not go out immediately. Before bringing the girl, Zhao Chenyu's crazy resistance and her desperate sword-drawing against them, the subordinates of the eldest son of Zhao, all these expressions fell into their eyes, making them full of vigilance against this woman...

Zhao Qingren looked at him coldly, looking into his subordinate's eyes, which were filled with the undoubted high pressure of a subordinate: "Why, what are you worried about? Are you worried about her, or about me..."

"I dare not." The subordinate immediately clasped his fists and left the room.

Li Mo looked at the door that was deliberately left open, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He thought that this subordinate of the Zhao family was very loyal and considerate, and he really cared about their next head of the family...

But they don't know that the Hehuan Sect's highest mental and magical skill does not require taking off clothes to please men. The "Nine-Turn Charming Sound" alone can make men who hear the sound become uncontrollably lustful and unable to control their own mind and desire.

Not to mention Zhao Qingren, Zhao Wulang and Zhao Sanlang were dealt with by her body that changed her appearance and used the Hehuan Sect's skills with just a glance... In fact, she just wanted to use her identity close to Zhao Wulang to get some information about the Zhao family that outsiders couldn't know in the shortest time. Who knew that she couldn't control her charm and seduction skills well, and even Zhao Sanlang who came to visit Zhao Wulang was bewitched by her, and she also alarmed Zhao Qingren, the next head of the Zhao family...

This was something she had not expected, but the risk also represented huge relative benefits. Perhaps, this was also an opportunity for her to obtain more in-depth intelligence than she had needed before. The Zhao family was an iron bucket that could not be penetrated by Li Mo before, but now she could peek inside... It was an unspeakable coincidence.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhao Qingren asked behind her. Li Mo had her back facing him. She didn't know that just her back could make a man obsessed and unable to calm down for a long time. And at this moment, the indifference in Zhao Qingren's eyes was so rare and terrifying.

Li Mo tilted her head slightly, her perfect profile was coated with a layer of silver light by the cold moonlight. Her eyes moved slightly, no longer as cold as before, but as if covered with a layer of charm. She smiled and said, "I was thinking that the moonlight tonight is very good, suitable for playing chess in the drunken wind."

It seemed as if he said nothing, but when Zhao Qingren heard it, his eyes darkened a little. He said, "Zhao Chenyu wanted to play chess with you tonight?"

"Young Master is really smart. Nothing can be hidden from you. This is what Young Master Zhao San told me in the evening. But before I could taste the wine he specially found, I was invited by you..." Li Mo tapped lightly on the wooden lattice bars of the door with his fingertips, like the charm of a nocturne, inexplicably stirring people's hearts. His wrist moved gently and softly, and the arc of the sliding and caressing was not large, but it carried a certain elegant charm.

Zhao Qingren looked at her and inexplicably felt that she was in the dominant position between the two of them. This made him extremely unhappy. This was an experience he rarely had. It could be said that except for his great-grandfather, Elder Zhao, no one dared to be so presumptuous in front of him, and a mere outer sect female disciple...

He said calmly, "You rely on the favor of my third and fifth brothers, do you think I dare not kill you?"

After hearing this, Li Mo turned around, entered the room and took a serious look at Zhao Qingren for the first time. Seeing his handsome face with a bit of indifference and evilness in the half-bright and half-dark night, she said calmly, "I dare not rely on the favor of the gentlemen. One person is a favor, but two people are a sin, isn't it?"

Zhao Qingren heard her words and saw that she directly brought up the topic. His heart was slightly moved, but the next moment he heard her make a sound that moved his heartstrings like a deep harp: "At this moment, the only thing I can rely on is probably the eldest master's pity..."

These words seemed to entrust her life and everything to Zhao Qingren, the superior, and were like a plea from an inferior, but her expression was calm, and her words seemed to be a joke, which made Zhao Qingren feel itchy... He felt that he could not quite understand the woman in front of him.

It wasn't the itch of lust, but the desire to peel off the layers of this man's outer shell and find the true inner side of this woman. He wanted to figure out what kind of person this woman was, what her purpose was, what her methods were, and what other tricks she had...

Killing her right now is also an option...but Zhao Qingren is unwilling to do so...

He stared at her like a spider spying on his prey in the night, and Li Mo, motionless like snow covering a pine tree, cold and enchanting, stood there and let him stare at her silently.

Finally, Zhao Qingren said, "Starting tomorrow, you will serve ink in my room. Someone else will serve medicine to Wulang. I will also have someone explain things to Sanlang."

As for what he wanted to make clear, he didn't make it clear.

Li Mo looked into his eyes, which were full of the power of a strong man and the arrogance of a superior. It seemed to tell her: No matter what tricks you play, no matter how many schemes you have, you can't escape my palm.

is it?

Li Mo smiled lightly and looked at him without giving in.

The two looked at each other in the night, and an invisible flash of lightning appeared.