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

Li Mo saw a gorgeous dress with clear water pearls on the table in the small room that the Zhao family arranged for her. Its color was like a spring in the mountains, with a faint light flowing, as if a pool of green water was melted into the sleeves of the dress. The dress was inlaid with crystal clear pearls, which were not ordinary things. Each pearl seemed to be a small spiritual spring, emitting a faint light, making the dress sparkle, which was not ordinary in the world.

No wonder some female cultivators said that so many women wanted to be the concubines of the Zhao family. Zhao Silang was so generous to a maid like her who he had not yet gotten. What's more, she was the one in his house.

Li Mopeng didn't even touch it, but sat aside and drank tea slowly.

Suddenly, the door was opened forcefully, and a pretty face entered her sight. The face was flushed red with anger, and her eyes were staring at Li Mo sharply. Then she glanced at the jade pearl dress in her hand, and her face was distorted. She said coldly: "Why do you say that?"

"Hmm?" Li Mo raised her eyebrows and responded.

The woman rushed forward and slapped the table in front of Li Mo twice, saying, "This is the top-grade fairy clothing that I begged the Fourth Young Master for a long time. How come it is in your hands now?"

Li Mo raised his eyes, looked at the woman standing condescendingly, and said lightly: "If you like it, take it." The woman was stunned for a moment, raised her chin, and said proudly: "It was originally mine."

"Are you the concubine of the fourth master Zhao?"

"Yes. Much more noble than a lowly maid like you." The woman's smug expression was obvious. "How can a humble maid like you be qualified to wear such a fine jade pearl dress? It's simply a disgrace to the treasure."

As she said this, the woman clutched the sleeve of her hand tightly and even trembled with excitement.

Li Mo stood up, looked at her with a smile, and said softly: "Yes, I am not favored, and my virtue is not worthy of the position. You can take this fairy item back."

"Hmph, don't look like you're giving me alms. This is what belongs to me." The woman paced vigorously, rushed forward and snatched the jade pearl dress, as anxious as if her treasure was finally back in her hands.

Li Mo suddenly asked: "What's your name?"

"What? Are you going to complain to Silang? Humph, let me tell you, Silang dotes on me... and..." The woman's eyes moved, and suddenly became gentle. She subconsciously stared at her lower abdomen. Before she finished speaking, Li Mo saw what she meant.

Feeling confident and fearless...

The woman hugged the jade pearl dress tightly in her arms, as if she was holding it tightly with all her life force. She walked forward without looking at Li Mo, but when she passed by Li Mo, she said: "Humph, don't accuse me of bullying. You took something you shouldn't have, so you must return it. But don't accuse me of being stingy and can't bear to see Shi Lang having someone he likes. After all, I am just a concubine, not the mistress of the house. Here, I'll give you this hairpin..."

She casually took off the jade hairpin from her hair and threw it in front of Li Mo as if she was throwing away a cheap thing, then walked away without looking back.

Li Mo watched the woman leave silently, and a transparent and invisible divine thread in the air slowly followed her...

Then, she gently picked up the pink jade hairpin on the table. The hairpin was crystal clear and glowing with fairy mist. It didn't look like an ordinary low-grade spiritual treasure, but at least mid-grade or above.

Naturally, such jewelry is nothing compared to the treasure in Li Mo's hand. However, at this moment, she is looking at the pink hairpin in her hand with a playful look...

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On a moonlit night, tourists flocked to the city. Li Mo transformed into "Mo Li" and stood under the willow leaves of the Jade Bridge, thinking back to the moon tours he and Mu Xuzhen and Su Xun had gone through when he was young. They were carefree back then, but now everything has changed...

When her eyes were slightly distracted and she recalled the past, she suddenly stopped -

The moonlight fell on the shoulders of the visitor like delicate silk, shining on his black hair. He was wearing a dark green gown, the color was deep and elegant, like the green pines and cypresses in the mountains, embroidered with delicate dark gold patterns, the patterns were a meticulous painting of mountains, clouds and birds spreading their wings. He wore a white jade on his waist, which swayed gently as he walked, with a certain rhythm...

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and for a moment she was a little...

The person approached, and it was Zhao Zhaoyuan's voice: "Why don't you take the car I arranged to go down the mountain?" After saying that, he gently raised his fingers, wanting to touch her hair.

Li Mo gently dodged and said calmly: "I am used to walking on my own."

Zhao Zhaoyuan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't take it as an offense. He gently pinched his fingers and said, "Then let's go."

Li Mo bowed and said, "Sir, please go first." She acted like a servant.

Zhao Zhaoyuan smiled and said, "Tonight, I allow you to climb the stairs and not face me as a servant. How about we have a good time together?"

Allow me? Li Mo thought indifferently, but smiled and said, "Young Master is generous, but Mo Li doesn't dare."

"Why don't you dare."

"My lord, you allowed me one night. But if I want to continue to survive in the Zhao family, or the Wentian Sect, I should not have this night."

"Oh? You care about the Zhao family?"

"No, I care about staying alive."

"..."

"What if I could give you more than just one night stand?"

"I may not like it either." Li Mo replied indifferently.

She was dressed in a plain goose yellow dress, not the gorgeous green dress prepared for her, but her beautiful face was still breathtaking under the moonlight. The two of them stood under the bridge, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, attracting the attention of countless tourists, and they also recognized Zhao Zhaoyuan's identity, but they only dared to look at her from a distance and did not dare to approach.

In the Wentian Sect, the Zhao family was the kind that could wipe out a small immortal cultivation family with just one sentence. Moreover, no one dared to resist.

The reputation of Zhaojia Songxiu Peak is sometimes more intimidating than Chaohua Peak and Ducang Peak.

Zhao Silang is not conspicuous in the Zhao family, but in the eyes of ordinary people, he is also a direct descendant of the Zhao family who should not be easily provoked.

Thus, an empty, uninhabited area naturally formed around the two of them. Everyone who passed by would take a detour, and this circle tended to expand.

Seeing this, Li Mo said, "Fourth Master, let's move forward."

Zhao Zhaoyuan heard this and glanced at the empty circle around him, but he didn't care at all. He nodded lightly and said, "Okay."

He looked as if he would condescend to agree if she just asked.

Li Mo smiled faintly, but she did not look flattered or secretly happy like other women. Instead, she turned around and walked in front of him.

Zhao Zhaoyuan was stunned. At the beginning, she was like a polite servant, following him with her head down and acting like a maid. But suddenly, she seemed like a different person, walking in front of him with her back straight, as if she was the leader and he was the follower.

He was caught off guard by the rapid change in identity and attitude.

Behind her, Zhao Zhaoyuan stopped smiling, his eyes became cold and strong. He glanced at Li Mo's temples. There was no ornament on them, only her dark cloud-like hair swaying gently with her steps, just like the calm impression she gave people in the past...