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

Kill with a borrowed knife.

The enemy can also become a knife in the hands of a scheming person.

But Li Mo did not feel proud, instead she was filled with strong vigilance and a premonition of danger - she vaguely felt that she was facing an extremely powerful and dangerous enemy, who was in the dark while she was in the light. She was trapped in layers of traps like today, and there were countless unknown and dangerous conspiracies hidden, which might come to her one after another. If she could solve them once, there would be a second and third time, but she would be exhausted by then. Would she be able to solve them as smoothly as she did now?

Moreover, has the bloody incident at Jiange really been resolved? Or is it that every step of Li Mo is also part of the other party's plan... Li Mo can't even figure it out, and that's why she thinks the other party is so terrifying.

There was so little information she could gather.

The most terrifying enemy is the unknown hidden enemy.

Moreover, Du Cang Peak was too important and its reputation could not be tarnished in the slightest. She would not allow Du Cang Peak to suffer any loss in her hands when her master was unconscious and her senior brother was trapped...

That was why she had sneaked into the Zhao family, using her beauty from her previous life to seduce people, and using her fake appearance to make it impossible for anyone to connect her to the second disciple of the Sword Master, Mu Limo, in this life, to go behind enemy lines, obtain information, and plan major events.

Over night, all the disciples who entered and left the Sword Pavilion were strictly interrogated. The Wentian Sect spent the night in a depressing and serious atmosphere. During this night, many people cursed Elder Zhang of Songxiu Peak in their hearts, and were also afraid that the Law Enforcement Hall would find out some secrets that they did not want to reveal. This night was spent in fear by countless people.

Li Mo, who was perfectly invisible, woke up early the next morning in Zhao Dalang's courtyard pavilion.

The fragrance of lotus flowers lingered in the small building. In front of the building, water gurgled. A person knocked on the door outside the house. The voice was soft and clear in the morning sun. He said, "Miss Mo, the eldest master wants to see you."

Li Mo opened the door and saw a pretty girl of about twenty years old with big watery eyes. However, he did not dare to look up at her, but his eyes revealed deep curiosity and suspicion.

Curiosity comes from her youth, suspicion comes from the Zhao family's natural aversion to her appearance. It seems that everyone in the Zhao family is concerned about and suspicious of this "evil lady of the evil family". Zhao Qingren chose this girl to get close to her because he is confident in her character and dare not act rashly...

Li Mo raised her lips slightly, and the girl had to look up to meet her gaze. She was immediately struck by her stunning beauty, her eyes filled with amazement and confusion, as if she had been taken away by the spirit in an instant. Li Mo asked, "What's your name, girl?"

The girl lowered her head and said, "Young Master, call me Genglu." But her mind could not calm down for a long time. She had never imagined that the witch that everyone talked about and scolded was so beautiful. She was so beautiful that even a woman felt that her breath was taken away by her at first sight and she could not think of anything.

"A solitary stem of green?"

"Yes."

"But your last name is Zhao?"

"I dare not." It was a great honor for a servant of the Zhao family to take the master's surname Zhao, which meant that he was close to the master of the family.

"Your 'Genlu' corresponds to your master's 'Lianzi Tower'. Is there a maid named 'Yinghong' in this small building?"

Jinglu was startled, and looked up at her again: "Miss Mo is really smart, how did you guess it?"

After she finished speaking, she felt a little regretful. Sister Yinghong had repeatedly warned her before, telling her not to say a word to the man in front of her and to just follow the eldest young master's instructions. But now she couldn't help it... Her heart suddenly felt cold when she thought of the young master. If she angered the eldest young master, her bones might be in the lotus pond tonight.

Thinking of this, she began to tremble uncontrollably. The woman in front of her was no longer as stunning as before. It was as if she had seen an evil ghost from the underworld...

But she saw that person curling his lips and smiling, his smile was like the pink lotus swaying in the wind on a clear stream, fascinating and uncontrollable. She was instantly distracted again, and threw away the previous negative emotions, listening to the person's voice like pearls falling on a jade plate, soft and moving - "One stem draws the green, and two shadows share the red. Your eldest son is so elegant."

"Yes... yes." Seeing that it was words praising the eldest son, Jing Lu breathed a sigh of relief. She was extremely afraid that she had said something inappropriate, or said something secret that could not be known by others, and if it was heard by others, especially by this outsider who could not even be called a guest of the Zhao family, her life would be in danger. However, this woman was very elegant and just recited poems and chatted a few words. She thought that she was not a guest who needed to be fully alert to deal with, so she relaxed a little for a few seconds.

But she didn't think deeply about it. In just a single encounter, she didn't say anything, but he captured a lot of information. Could it really be that simple?

On the way, she said: Sister Yinghong is taking care of the Fourth Young Master's concubine, A's sister, who is about to give birth today, so she can't come. That's why she was pointed out by the Young Master, which led Li Mo to reply calmly, "Really..."

She didn't take it seriously at the time, but she remembered it a few days later and woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat...

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Li Mo walked into Zhao Qingren's study. For several days in a row, she was asked to serve him ink. In fact, she could only go in and grind ink for Zhao Qingren when he took a break from painting in the afternoon. The time was very short and she could not see anyone, let alone get any news. So she was used to seeing only Zhao Qingren in the study.

Nothing happened between them, not even a few words of conversation. She sat quietly beside him and read with him. Sometimes after he finished reading, he would turn around and look at her without saying anything, as if he wanted to see something in her, but she never felt uncomfortable and just sat there and let him look at her.

Most people would feel anxious and impatient in such a boring process with no progress in intelligence gathering, but not Li Mo. She was very calm and instead felt that it was a good thing that the other party was so defensive against her.

If an outsider with low spiritual power could make the Zhao family so alert, the more Zhao Qingren restricted her surroundings, the more it showed that the Zhao family must be hiding a secret, and a huge secret at that.

But when she entered the room today, she saw another person besides Zhao Qingren.

Zhao Sanlang, Zhao Chenyu.

As soon as he saw her, his eyes immediately burst into a fiery and crazy look. Seeing her was like a thirsty traveler walking in the desert and seeing a source of water. She seemed to be his light, his life, and his everything.

Zhao Qingren stared closely at "Mo Li" who walked in like a lotus demon, staring at her eyes, her face, her expression, not wanting to miss a single detail. This woman had a calm expression when she saw the second man besides herself, as if the infatuation and enthusiasm on the face of the third son of the Zhao family was as easy as breathing for her.

Zhao Qingren had never seen such a scene before.

They are the young masters of the Zhao family, the direct descendants of the Five Peaks who are far away and unattainable for those outer courtyard disciples. Everyone who sees them wants to kneel at their feet and beg for mercy from them, as they are the chosen ones of heaven.

The emperor of the world would be humble when seeing them, as if they were celestial beings.

From birth to now, more than 200 years old, they have enjoyed such honor as naturally as breathing.

Because they are the legitimate descendants of the Zhao family.