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

These words made Zhao Qingren, who was usually calm, turn cold instantly.

He never thought that this woman would dare to say these words in front of him.

"The Zhao family has always had a reputation for being arrogant and domineering because Songxiu Peak is not as confident as Ducang Peak and Chaohua Peak." Li Mo tilted his head and commented very easily, as if he didn't know that the man in front of him was one of the leaders of the Zhao family and could kill him with a single slap.

Zhao Qingren sneered: "Really?"

"Du Cang Peak has the strongest fighting force of Wentian Sect, Chaohua Peak has the strongest power of Wentian Sect. The two are closely combined. What does Songxiu Peak have? Cang Ye Peak and Xiao Cang Peak, who are just sitting on the sidelines and watching?"

How dare a low-level outer sect disciple make such comments about the five major peaks of the Wentian Sect.

Zhao Qingren didn't know whether he was crazy or this woman was crazy. He was actually listening to this woman talking so calmly.

Under normal circumstances, anyone who dared to say such words in front of him would be ordered by him to be dragged down and killed by his servants as soon as the first sentence was said, and fed to the spiritual fire of Lord Dixin of Songxiu Peak.

But this person is "Mo Li".

A special woman who came back from the dead and allowed him to experience the joy of regaining what he had lost.

He saw Li Mo on the bed looking up at him, her eyes still extremely cold. Ever since he issued the killing order against her, her eyes towards him have been so cold. There was no fear, only disgust and alienation.

She only said: "The eldest master pales in comparison to Su Xun. Songxiu Peak has no chance of winning against Chaohua Peak, not to mention Ducang Peak. All the disciples of Wentian Sect are clear-minded. How many of them stand on the side of Songxiu Peak?"

His grip tightened. He said in a deep voice, "You have been trying to irritate me. Why?"

Li Mo said calmly: "To hurt you, to avenge you, to make you suffer, to avenge the loss of your life."

"..."

Zhao Qingren didn't say: But I didn't really want your life, and you are living well now because of me, with fine clothes and delicious food.

This woman is not an ordinary woman.

As she had told Zhao Silang, the price he could offer would not impress her.

A higher status and fine clothes and delicious food could not impress her.

If it were just this, Zhao Wulang could give it to her.

He had issued a death warrant for her, and even though she had been indifferent, polite and submissive to him before, the two of them were now bound to death.

So he let her vent her anger.

"You said that all the lower-level disciples of the Wentian Sect are the same and stand on the side of Ducang Peak, but the situation in the world will not be clear until the end, so you don't need to bet too early. The disciples of Jiange may not have a better ending than the disciples of Songxiu Peak."

Li Mo narrowed his eyes and said, "What do you mean?"

She felt that she had touched upon some of the secrets that Zhao Qingren had been hiding, which was exactly the real purpose of her sneaking into the Zhao family. Before, Zhao Qingren was like an airtight and solid sphere that she could not get into at all. Overnight, he suddenly changed and his defenses were not so deep.

It seems that letting the old man slit my throat was of some use.

Before the old man attacked, she thought for a moment, if she resisted and left the Zhao family, what would she gain from it? Thousands of thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant, but in the end, she did not move at all, and stood still as the cold sword tip pierced her throat.

Pretend that your cultivation level is too low and you cannot escape the opponent's attack at all.

She let it go at that time just for the sake of Zhao Qingren's consent at this moment.

So she deliberately sneered and said, "I don't believe you."

She deliberately used sarcasm to provoke him and reveal more information, but unfortunately Zhao Qingren was Zhao Qingren after all, and he was not so easily tricked by him. The little bit of information he just revealed was a rare mistake on his part.

Zhao Qingren used the tip of one finger to gently brush the hair beside her ear. The skin on his fingertips was cold, making Li Mo feel like a snake crawling on her skin. She just frowned, and the fingertips quickly left her cheek.

Then listen to him: "I don't need you to believe."

The implication was that he would show her the facts.

"How could you do that?" She deliberately used provocation, but Zhao Qingren did not respond.

There was silence for a moment.

He looked down at her. His once arrogant indifference had now melted away. His eyes were filled with a hint of human tenderness. He said softly, "The doctor in my mansion has checked your pulse. Although your spiritual power is weak, your physique is special, so you can absorb the spiritual power of the Jade Twilight Flower to survive. Unfortunately, the Jade Twilight Flower is extremely rare, and I can't find another one to nourish you. The closest thing in the world is a nine thousand year old Jade Twilight Flower. It will take some time for me to get it for you."

Such a rare treasure in the world, he gave it to her so easily and spoke of it so casually.

Li Mo was not moved by what she heard, but Zhao Qingren was not disappointed either.

Zhao Qingren had never experienced the ambiguous tug-of-war and tension between men and women, and he didn't know that the woman in front of him was the seductive old ancestor who easily played with people's hearts and hands. It was not only his luck but also his misfortune that he met such a character when he first entered the love field.

But high-end games can pull men's emotions more and make them more likely to be unable to stop. At this time, Zhao Qingren's eyes were fixed on Li Mo's face.

Li Mo lay on the bed like a piece of wood, motionless. She pretended that she could not get out of bed and move her hands and feet. She looked weak and about to die. She was just making use of her injuries to get the most value and to lower Zhao Qingren's vigilance, making it easier for her to act.

The way he was staring at her face at this moment, she even suspected for a moment that he was a "necrophile", otherwise he would not have pinned the Huanyu Muhua on her body to prevent it from decaying before killing her.

He stared at her "corpse" in silence for a long time before he gently broke the silence with "Would you like to eat some spiritual fruit?"

Li Mo raised an eyebrow and said, "Young Master, will you pick the apricots and peaches for me personally?"

It is estimated that Zhao Qingren has never peeled a fruit with his own hands in his life, let alone peeling it and serving it to others.

Every word that Li Mo said seemed like dancing on his sensitive spots, and occasionally, it made him feel as if his heartbeat was slowing down.

This is something no one else can give him.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Why not."

Then he really walked to the spiritual fruit plate in front of the room and peeled the fruit for her with his fingertips as slender as bamboo.

If someone else saw this scene, they would probably be scared to death on the spot.

Who could have thought that Zhao Qingren, a man of destiny, would use his precious fingers to peel fruit for a lowly maid?

Hmm...interesting.

Li Mo was also a little surprised.

It wasn't that she was surprised that she didn't deserve Zhao Qingren's kindness to her, but she was surprised that Zhao Qingren didn't struggle.

The most exciting scene in the world's story is when a strong man kneels down. It is also the plot in the love story that is most likely to move the heroine. And as a strong and cold person, Li Mo knows very well in his heart how difficult it is to accept his own weakness as quickly as Zhao Qingren and lower his noble head.

There was a gleam of brilliance in the corners of her eyes - it felt like Zhao Qingren's murderous intent towards her had not diminished...

All his tenderness, all his care, all his flattery now, was just a period of time he gave himself to prepare mentally.

Everything is just a matter of time.