After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

"Miss Li, is there something on my face?"

Meng Qisui, who had never been so embarrassed before and had personally tortured the prisoners with 18 kinds of torture, was actually a little restless and could only ask one question.

“No…”

Li Shiliu shook her head, smiled and said, "I'm just a little curious.

What kind of person is this cold-faced living devil that the people of Yuanjing City have been talking about? "

"Then what kind of person do you think I am, Miss Li?"

"He's a handsome man."

Li Shiliu smiled and answered without any hesitation, which made Meng Qisui feel a little amused.

"I am an expert in torture and a well-known cruel official in the court."

"But Lord Meng only tortures serious criminals in the court. I am just an ordinary girl and I have not done anything illegal. Lord Meng should not torture me, right?"

Li Shiliu winked playfully, seeming quite justified.

"Yes, not to the extent that..."

What mistakes could such a lively and lovely little girl make? At most, it was just a quarrel between two little girls. There was no way she would be sent to the Dali Temple dungeon to be punished.

"That's it. Since Lord Meng won't attack innocent people, then what do I have to worry about?

Lord Meng is punishing those who have committed heinous crimes in order to protect us common people. What's wrong with that?

We should be grateful to Lord Meng for protecting us, instead of being afraid and disgusted with him."

Li Shiliu's words moved Meng Qisui a little, and his heart, which had been as hard as a stone, jumped twice with joy.

"I am unlucky with wives. Three of my wives have died."

"But I am not the wife of Lord Meng. Lord Meng's unlucky wife has nothing to do with my daughter.

Anyway, it can’t defeat my little girl…”

What this little girl said was really reasonable, and Meng Qisui had no way to refute it...

Meng Qisui was speechless for a moment, his face twitching, and he could only pick up the tea bowl beside him and take a sip.

"Master Meng, what brings you here?"

The voice arrived before the person arrived. The Minister of Revenue Li Lianggong, who was running and buttoning the collar of his clothes, was hurried over.

The reputation of the Minister of Revenue, a monkey, is no better than that of the vicious dog in the court, the Minister of Dali Temple, Meng Qisui.

In addition, there is no mistress in charge of interpersonal relationships and household affairs, so the Li Mansion is almost as deserted as the Dali Temple. It is rare for an official from the court to visit throughout the year.

Meng Qisui, the Dali Temple Minister who came to visit suddenly, was also the first court official to visit Li's residence this year.

Even though the other party was also a notorious vicious dog in the court and a cold-faced living devil, Li Lianggong still felt that it was precious.

Seeing her father coming, Li Shiliu, who always portrayed herself as a well-behaved and filial lady in front of outsiders, immediately stood up and gave her seat to her father.

Li Lianggong didn't hesitate to sit down, looking at Meng Qisui, who had a cold face, and smiled amiably, saying, "Lord Meng has been very busy with official duties recently. How come you have time to come to my humble abode today?"

"I do have something to discuss with Minister Li..."

"Is it a business matter or a private matter?"

Li Lianggong glanced at his beloved daughter Li Shiliu standing behind him with some concern, and his heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that this old widower, who has killed three wives, is targeting my precious daughter?