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

He Xining slowly opened his lips and whispered with some difficulty: "I...I did feel something unusual that day."

After hearing this, everyone immediately became excited.

She recalled, "That day, I always felt nervous and had difficulty breathing. My heart and blood skills are a secret of my clan, and only women can use them. The spirit beasts that I feed can be driven by me under specific formations. But I didn't use the highest level of my clan's secret skills to feed the dusk birds, but the lowest level. However, they are connected with my consciousness. They were restless that day, especially the leader, who had the highest spiritual consciousness and could even communicate brief messages with me. It vaguely wanted to convey a message to me, but I didn't pay attention to it at the time... Not long after, I found out that it suddenly died. At the same time, Sword Master was also attacked by the devil..."

She shook her head gently and said, "But I didn't think the two things were related, so I didn't report it to my superiors."

"What did the dusk bird say to you?" Si Renxuan asked.

"It, it seemed to be talking to someone, it said: You are here... finally... I have been waiting for you."

Hearing this, the four of them frowned at the same time.

Li Mo's mind flashed with the ancient beast in the divine painting a few days ago. Among them...

The four of them were lost in thought. He Xining shuddered and said softly, "I'm sorry, did I not provide any useful information? I'm too stupid. I should have thought of it earlier and reported it to my superiors..."

"No, it's not your fault. No one would have thought of this." Si Renxuan said.

Si Xiaoxiao also approached her gently and comforted her.

Li Mo thought, could it be that the one who attacked Master that day was not a demon?

Or... the dusk bird is very sensitive to evil spirits, but is there another possibility? Is its cry a warning cry or a welcome call...

"Does the Dusk Bird have the blood of ancient beasts?" Li Mo suddenly asked.

Si Renxuan was shocked when he heard this and said, "Really? I don't know. I want to ask Master."

He Xining was silent for a moment, then said softly, "According to my tribe's technique of examining the spirits of beasts, there is a little bit of truth in this."

"Wow, Junior Sister He, you are really a hidden talent. You actually have such a powerful and special technique and you didn't even tell us."

Li Mo said coldly: "She doesn't have a strong background and support like you. If she reveals it to others, it would be like a child carrying a treasure through the streets and being targeted by people with bad intentions."

Her words immediately made Si Renxuan shut up.

Si Renxuan thought for a while and suddenly said, "The reason why Junior Sister He uses her heart blood to feed the spirit beast is mainly because of the lack of top-quality medicinal materials and elixirs. How about you come and help me do some things, and I will give you a generous reward?" He sympathized with this capable but timid junior sister, so he wanted to help her to the best of his ability.

However, He Xining felt as if he was burned, and quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, Brother Si, you are breaking the sect's rules by doing this, they will say that I will..."

"I will be jealous of you and bully you." Li Mo said what she dared not say.

"I gave you the things, why should they bully you?" Si Renxuan's eyes widened.

"Because if a person is not strong enough, he or she will be a target for others to bully."

Li Mo's words immediately made Si Renxuan feel like a deflated ball. He said helplessly, "Then what should I do?"

"Unexpected wealth can easily bring disaster, but if you ask your master to assign Junior Sister He to do more important spiritual work than the one she is doing now, and give her a reward one or two levels higher than others, then people will know that she is now someone the peak master pays more attention to and has certain abilities, and others will not dare to bully her easily." Su Xun said.

Si Renxuan clapped and said, "Great."

To win people's hearts, one must be a sacrifice. He glanced at Li Mo, and Li Mo gave him a playful smile.

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Li Mo's hand that was grinding ink was suddenly grabbed by Zhao Silang. She looked up at him, his peach blossom eyes overflowing with affection, and he said, "Why do you have to work so hard?"

Li Mo let him hold her hand without struggling. She had no spiritual power and could not break free of Zhao Zhaoyuan's fingers, so she did not resist at all. She just smiled softly and looked into his eyes without avoiding him. She said, "Fourth Young Master, you are joking. Grinding ink for an hour can earn you three low-grade spirit stones. That is a task reward that ordinary people cannot envy..."

"But that's what servants do. You deserve better..." When he said this, his romantic eyes revealed heartache, not much, but to a heart-moving degree.

Li Mo smiled lightly, "To serve someone with one's beauty, isn't that also serving someone?"

These words choked Zhao Zhaoyuan. He paused and said, "That's different." For some reason, he always felt that this sentence had a double meaning, which inexplicably made him feel uncomfortable.

"What's the difference? Women use sex to serve men, and men can use sex to scheme, right?" The words came out in a light tone, but they were like a huge stone hitting his heart, shocking him.

He couldn't help but laugh dryly and said, "What are you talking about." After saying that, he let go of her hand and subconsciously stepped back a little, putting some distance between him and Li Mo. This subconscious action caught Li Mo's eyes, but did not cause her any ripples.

It was obvious that Zhao Silang did not like her and did not fall into her trap like the other three Zhao brothers...

And she is not the kind of weakling who would be angry and upset because of a mistake in her charm. Because the weakling only has one weapon to rely on, so they are afraid of losing their charm...

The opposite is true for Li Mo.

"Don't grind ink for me tomorrow. I have prepared a set of clothes for you. There will be a lantern festival at the foot of the mountain tomorrow night. You come with me..." Zhao Zhaoyuan said this in a series, as if he had prepared this sentence for a long time. However, he looked at Li Mo with some hesitation after he finished speaking, as if he was worried that she would refuse.

The amorous young man was about to show his skills in winning the heart of a woman, but it was clear that he was not attracted to the prey in front of him, but was being attentive to her for some other reason. Li Mo looked at Zhao Zhaoyuan with a twinkling look in his eyes, and felt as if he was admiring an unwilling courtesan in a brothel.

She smiled and said, "Okay."

Zhao Zhaoyuan seemed to be relieved, his shoulders dropped, his body slightly turned sideways, and his facial expression avoided Li Mo's sight.

And at that moment, some real emotion in his heart was leaked out, and his eyes changed slightly, which was caught by the sharp Li Mo, causing her eyes to narrow slightly.

Tomorrow night’s lantern festival may not be as simple as the romantic tactics of a passionate young man.

Li Mo looked at Zhao Zhaoyuan, at his tall figure, and seemed to associate him with Zhao Qingren, who was similar to him. The faces and figures of the men of the Zhao family were always somewhat similar, all of them were handsome and slender, but Zhao Qingren was different from the other men of the Zhao family. He had a stronger layer of indifference above power, and occasionally fell into people's eyes, as if he was not a human being...

Li Mo narrowed his eyes and thought: Zhao Qingren, you are really interesting.