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

"I must, I must, I must..."

Just when the most important and crucial words came to mind, the little maid who had already been exhausted and nearly dead finally couldn't hold up her body anymore. She spat out a large mouthful of blood with some fragments of internal organs.

Li Shiliu didn't have time to care about the little dark red blood on her sleeve. She stretched out her arm at lightning speed and firmly supported the little maid's shaky body.

"Hurry up and get some water!" Li Shiliu shouted anxiously.

Li Shiliu hurriedly gave the order, but the little maid just shook her head slowly, making a hoarse sound in her throat. She used up her last bit of strength to give Li Shiliu an extremely miserable smile, and then fell limply to the side of the bed.

Li Shiliu ignored the tea brought by Zhenzhu. Feeling very annoyed, she pushed the teacup away from Zhenzhu's hand, then stood up, staring at the bloodstains on her sleeves.

After a long while, Li Shiliu's eyes gradually became resolute. She turned to Zhenzhu beside her and said, "Send someone to clean up the scene. Also, buy a high-quality coffin and bury the maid properly. As for the maid who is still in a coma, transfer her to Tencent. Don't let her suffer any misfortune."

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When night fell again, Li Shiliu, who had taken off all her hairpins and rings, was sitting quietly in front of the dressing table. She stared at the looming figure in the bronze mirror, waved her hand gently, and signaled the two servants, Zhenzhu and Feicui, to leave.

Under the bright candlelight, Li Shiliu sat quietly for a long time, then slowly stood up and took off her outer shirt. She lowered her head slightly, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her underwear, revealing her delicate collarbone...

"who?"

There was a faint noise coming from the window, and Li Shiliu immediately became alert. She quickly grabbed the open collar with one hand and reached for the hidden weapon box on the dressing table with the other hand.

"Are you going to murder your husband?"

Suddenly, a dry, warm, calloused hand gently pressed down Li Shiliu's hand that was holding the hidden weapon box.

Li Shiliu's body suddenly stiffened, and a hot body pressed against her back.

Nearly a year had passed since they first met. This body was now a head taller than when they first met, and the chest had become broad and strong, enough to completely cover Li Shiliu.

Nanyang Yao came up from behind, put one hand on Li Shiliu's hand, and put the other hand around her waist. He slowly lowered his head close to Li Shiliu's ear and whispered softly in her ear: "Sister, is it possible that my performance on the wedding night did not satisfy you?

Otherwise, why would you murder your own husband..."

The voice that was somewhere between the deep and mature and the clear and youthful, accompanied by a warm breath, made Li Shiliu feel tingling, and the hand that was originally tightly holding the hidden weapon box couldn't help but relax.

"Stop messing around!

Why didn't you tell me before you came?

What if the person who comes here is an assassin with bad intentions? "

Li Shiliu said coquettishly.

“There is no assassin, but there is a flower thief who wants to steal the beauty.

Especially seeing my sister undressing…” Nanyang Yao’s throat rolled up and down, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The newly grown stubble on his face lightly touched the back of Li Shiliu's ear. He keenly noticed that her body had begun to tremble slightly, and he couldn't help feeling secretly proud in his heart.