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

The moonlight is like ice.

Deep in the woods outside Heyi Pavilion, a man walked slowly forward. The moonlight stretched his shadow extremely long, like a long black snake winding on the ground. His feet stepped lightly on the wet ground in the woods, making a slight sound, but it was so light that even the birds and insects were not startled.

He raised his head and looked at the room on the top floor.

There were candles burning in the room, reflecting the figures of two people inside. They were standing very close to each other, as if they were talking about something.

Such a close distance made them seem extremely intimate.

The man couldn't help but clench his fists.

Then, a melodious sound of guzheng came from the rooftop. It was played by Zhao Qingren, a rarely heard instrument.

The man's pupils shrank slightly.

Zhao Qingren played the guzheng for "Mo Li"? Even he had heard Zhao Qingren play the guzheng when he was very young. As far as he could remember, Zhao Qingren had never played the guzheng after he turned 25. The sound of the guzheng when he was a son was gentle and had a soothing melody, like the whisper of a lover...

Zhao Qingren's guzheng is like a gentle moon song breaking the night sky, or like a phoenix's request for love.

The beautiful woman was injured, and the elegant and noble man played music to comfort her.

Who wouldn’t be moved?

The man clenched his teeth and looked up at the top floor of Heyi Pavilion with red eyes.

He is Zhao Chenyu.

At this moment, he heard the rustling sound of footsteps behind him. The sound paused, a little strange, but slowly approached him.

Zhao Chenyu didn't turn around, as if he knew who was coming.

After a while, the man came to his side and looked up at the top floor of Heyi Pavilion like him, and then he spoke slowly.

"Are you feeling very uncomfortable now? I felt this way when you robbed me. Now you finally feel my pain."

This person is Zhao Wulang.

Zhao Chenyu said bitterly: "In the end, I didn't get it either."

There was silence.

"Are you willing to do that?"

In the darkness, two pairs of eyes looked at each other, with dark currents surging in their eyes.

The night is like a giant beast in the dark night, silencing everything in the world. The darkness covers the earth, and the stars shine dimly, bringing out the darkest side of human nature...

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Ying Hong entered the room and saw Zhao Qingren carefully taking care of "Mo Li". She was shocked, but her excellent control allowed her not to show any shock. She bowed her head and saluted Zhao Qingren quickly, saying, "Sir, let me come."

Zhao Qingren slowly put down the bowl and spoon of spiritual liquid in his hand, gently wiped the non-existent spiritual liquid at the corner of "Mo Li"'s lips with a silk thread, and stood up calmly. The sky was clear today, and he stayed with "Mo Li" all night. Although she was lying down the whole time, he sat politely at the table in the room to read official documents, and nothing inappropriate happened between men and women.

As soon as it was daybreak, he ordered his servants to bring a spiritual liquid that could be drunk in the morning for the best medicinal effect. The Zhao family immediately became busy because of this order, and Yinghong was also told that after he left, she should go into Heyi Pavilion to serve "Mo Li".

As soon as Zhao Qingren left, Li Mo sat up. Ying Hong almost screamed when she saw it. She quickly covered her mouth and said in a low voice, "Girl, be careful..."

"What are you careful about?" Li Mo raised his eyebrows, a smile stained his eyes, and said: "Zhao Qingren is now blinded by lust. Even if I sit up and fly in front of him, he will applaud me and call me a genius, and praise me for my quick recovery."

"..." Thinking of how Zhao Qingren had just taken good care of "Mo Li" and seemed happy about it, Yinghong thought silently: That's right.

She looked up and was about to say something when suddenly a finger stretched out in front of her. The finger was extremely beautiful and frighteningly white, but the tip of the finger seemed to be reaching into her eyes and blinding them...

She was startled, but she saw a transparent red thread extending into her sea of ​​consciousness. The next moment, she heard the voice of "Mo Li": "Don't talk, let's communicate with our consciousness."

Li Mo was not afraid of the presence of surveillance equipment here. If the living quarters of the great Young Master Zhao were also equipped with surveillance equipment, and all of Zhao Qingren's secrets were exposed, it would be the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Of course, given Mr. Zhao's self-esteem, he would not set up any surveillance system that would be activated after he left.

To use an uncivilized metaphor, this is like shitting in your own bed.

The arrogant and mysophobic Mr. Zhao disdains such things.

Ying Hong heard the voice of "Mo Li" in her consciousness continue: "Your sister asked me to help her for her son. What about you? Why did you take such a big risk?"

"Because my sister and I have been dependent on each other since we were young."

"Really?" Ying Hong could hear the disbelief in "Mo Li's" voice.

She whispered, "Besides, in the Zhao family, my sister will most likely be 'dealt with' after her child turns five. I can't bear to see her like this."

"You are the eldest son's personal maid, so your sister won't be treated specially?"

"Maybe, but I don't want to gamble with my only relative on this possibility."

The book is well-organized and logically complete, and I passed the first level with flying colors.

"What do you and your sister suspect about my origins?"

Ying Hong felt the power and solidity of the spiritual world she was in, and once again felt that the woman in front of her was unfathomable. Whether from her outward appearance or the personal diagnosis by the chief physician of the Zhao family, this woman was concluded to be weak and powerless with her spiritual power declining.

However, at this moment, she can weave such a powerful spiritual network and include herself in the soul communication. As far as Yinghong knows, this kind of spiritual power spell that separates and collects spiritual consciousness and does not allow anyone to spy on it can only be used by extremely high-level cultivators, at least above the Ningxuan realm.

Thinking of this, she felt relieved, at least she and her sister had a better chance of survival.

Thinking of how she had been trembling with fear and anxiety in the Zhao family a few days ago, she mustered up her courage and said seriously, "I think you might have been sent by Du Cangfeng."

Those sent by Du Cang Peak may not be from Du Cang Peak.

This reply was very subtle.

It also fully demonstrates the wisdom and strategy of the person who replied.

Li Mo was somewhat satisfied.

She likes dealing with smart people, and prefers to work with people who don't need to use their brains and don't need to give too many instructions in advance. Yinghong's joining her sister at least saved her a lot of trouble.

Yinghong was slightly delighted when she saw that "Mo Li" did not deny it.

The two of them were connected in spirit, and Li Mo also noticed this joy, so she asked: "How did you guess?"

Ying Hong said softly, "My sister and I think the same thing. We never believe that a witch would cause chaos in the inner courtyard. A woman who dares to enter the Zhao family alone and cause civil unrest must have something to rely on. I think it's not just me who thinks so. Many people think so, including the eldest son... But from my side observation, you are not afraid of others thinking so, and you don't look trembling with fear and caution. I know you are not an ordinary person."

Hearing this, Li Mo was not surprised and did not interrupt her.

"Then, Jinglu died, leaving behind those inexplicable words that she was going to die. Later, I checked her movements during those days and found that she was the one who led you on the journey on the day my sister gave birth. You two talked for a few words that morning, and after someone died in the Fourth Young Master's inner courtyard, her face became even worse..."