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

"The girl didn't believe it. The man didn't go out all night and didn't let the girls in the village get close to him. It was just for a pot of twisted lotus. But she came to peek every night, and found that the man seemed to have no other eyes. He was not calm and indifferent when dealing with people outside. He was very special to that flower and took care of it as if he had given everything... The girl couldn't help but sigh in her heart. Although he was a man who didn't like women, it was because other things didn't catch his eye. He was really a flower maniac..."

"And then what..." Zhao Silang asked about the ending.

"The man's reputation of being obsessed with flowers spread, and some people stayed away from him. Some women also brought flower seeds and wanted to plant flowers with him for pleasure, but he rejected them. Everyone thought that he loved flowers like a madman, almost crazy... However, no one expected that the lotus in the man's room suddenly disappeared..."

"Disappeared?"

"Yes, as if it had never existed."

"How did the man perform?"

Li Mo smiled softly and said, "What do you think, Mr. Four?"

“……”How do you guess this?

There was silence between the two of them.

At this time, the wind was rustling, and the night was hazy between heaven and earth. The breeze made the willow branches sway in the night. A half-dry and half-green willow leaf was picked up by the wind, dancing in the air, and then slowly fell. The willow leaf was like a knife, and the trajectory of its fall was the top of Li Mo's dark cloud-like hair, but Li Mo knew nothing at this time.

It was just a withered willow leaf, but for some reason, it was a bit annoying to Zhao Silang. He raised his hand slightly, moved his fingers slightly, and the willow leaf changed its angle in the air, like dancing, flying to another far distance and disappearing into the darkness...

Li Mo was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Silang calmly withdrew his hand, turned around and said, "Go back, I'll take you there..."

Li Mo looked at his back as he walked away, his eyes calm...

The two walked in silence on the forest path. When they were about to reach the outer courtyard hut where Li Mo's fake body lived, Li Mo stopped and said to Zhao Silang, "Sir, I'm already here. No need to see me off."

Zhao Silang's eyes were like a cold pond under the waning moon in the night, so deep that one could not see the light. His whole body seemed to be submerged in the night, with only a little light in his eyes, staring at her without blinking...

Li Mo felt as if he was the prey locked on by his gaze, which made the night wind even colder.

Zhao Silang nodded silently.

So Li Mo turned around and stepped forward.

But for some reason, she stumbled and fell backwards.

A big hand hugged her around the waist and supported her body. The fingers were extremely strong and steady. At this moment, Li Mo was surrounded by a strong and expensive sandalwood fragrance. In an instant, she felt the strong bones and powerful muscles under the man's clothes.

The man's steady and powerful breathing brushed lightly behind her ears and neck. At one moment, she even felt his lips gently brushing the skin on the back of her neck and shoulders.

She turned lightly, avoiding his support, smiled indifferently, as if she didn't care about the little incident just now, and said, "I'm sorry for being rude just now."

Zhao Silang twirled his fingers lightly under his sleeves. Everything this woman said and did was beyond his expectations and completely out of his control.

But he still said nothing. Instead, he took out a flower jade hairpin from his bracelet and said, "This is my thank you gift tonight. Thank you for accompanying me to swim with the moon."

Li Mo stared at his fingers, then looked at the flower in his hand, the smile on the corner of her lips deepened, and she said: "Young Master is really generous..." This flower jade hairpin is obviously not an ordinary item, it can almost be said to be close to the fairy grade. Even if the Zhao family is a family of weapon makers, they should not be so generous.

Zhao Silang half-hid his eyes and said lightly, "You deserve it."

These words were extremely gentle, and totally out of tune with the chilly night.

Li Mo smiled and stretched out his finger towards the Flower Jade Spirit Hairpin, saying, "Thank you very much, young master."

Her fingers were about to touch the Hua Yuling hairpin, but Zhao Silang stopped her. He gently pulled them back, looked at her face, and said, "Let me put it on for you, okay?"

The young master of the Zhao family condescended to ask for a flower in his hair for his beloved, and begged for permission in a gentle manner. If this action was seen by outsiders, they would probably be shocked.

Li Mo thought about it and nodded.

The tip of the hairpin gently inserted into Ru Ya's hair, gentle and lingering. The hand holding the hairpin was extremely slender and beautiful, and the action was extremely careful and caring. His eyes also became gentle at this moment. It was unclear whether he was looking at her or at the hairpin flower. It was as if he was the most real him at this moment, putting aside all precautions and disguises, revealing his unknown side...

Li Mo couldn't see his expression behind him, but she could feel the ambiguity of the night and an inexplicable sense of strangeness. She felt that her whole body was wrapped in a powerful and suffocating atmosphere.

But she looked normal, as if she felt nothing.

Whether it was ambiguity or coldness, in her eyes, they were all like floating clouds and dust...

Separated from Zhao Silang, she slowly walked back to the small house.

After a moment, she looked down at the sharp blade that pierced her throat. A large amount of blood gushed out from the wound, making a sticky and bone-chilling sound. At this time, Li Mo's house was full of traces of fighting and struggling, and her body was covered with bloody and terrifying blood. The originally peaceful and ordinary house turned into a bloody hell.

With trembling fingers, she slowly touched the wound on her throat, feeling as if her hands were burned by warm blood. Suddenly, a picture emerged in her mind.

A gentle and perfect man holding a pot of flowers in his hands.

His eyes were longing, and the flowers were extremely beautiful.

There seems to be some kind of inseparable bond between people and flowers. The man's love and careful care nourish the flowers, making them bloom more and more beautifully.

But the next moment, the flower was pinched off.

The flower then disappeared.

The emotions in the eyes of the man standing in front of Hua's corpse were both broken and satisfied, and finally, ruthless.

Extreme love, extreme distortion.

Blood was gushing out of the corners of Li Mo's mouth, but her eyes were full of mockery - Zhao Qingren, is tonight your farewell night to me?

Your love for women has reached the last step, and you don't even dare to show your true face to others. You transform yourself into Zhao Silang and go out with "Mo Li" at night. All these behaviors with love between men and women are just the result of no longer restraining your reason. In the end, the last gift you give to the woman who makes your heart beat is a killing...

The man holding the sword was an old man. There was no emotion on his face or in his eyes. He was like a night forest ghost. In his eyes, killing was just an ordinary thing.

This kind of person who kills people as coldly as breathing is usually from a large family of immortal cultivators, and is responsible for the job of finishing off killings.

Perhaps, the small matter of killing "Mo Li" and the use of such a high-level killing tool were all due to the special instructions of Young Master Zhao.

He looked at Li Mo's body, which was about to bleed dry, as if he was looking at a piece of dead meat. But when his eyes moved from her dying face to the jade flower in her hair, they flickered slightly. Then he said in a very hoarse, dry and unpleasant voice as if he had not spoken for thousands of years: "The young master asked me to leave your body intact, but still pinned this jade flower in your hair, so that although your soul is dead, your body will not be stiff..."

Li Mo closed her eyes weakly and slowly. She couldn't hear the words that followed. At the last moment, she thought to herself: Zhao Qingren left her body. Could it be that he had some special hobby...