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

Si Renxuan cried out, "What? Something happened to Junior Sister He? What happened?"

Suddenly thinking, he turned his head and glared at Su Xun: "What do you mean by guarding? Are you actually monitoring Junior Sister He?"

Su Xun ignored him and asked the person kneeling in front of him in a deep voice: "What happened to her?"

"She suddenly cut out her own eyes in the middle of the night and became blind."

"What?" Si Renxuan's voice couldn't help but rise at this time. Si Xiaoxiao was also startled and her face turned pale.

Su Xun immediately took a step forward and said, "I'll go take a look."

After walking a few steps, he turned around and looked at Si Xiaoxiao, and said, "Xiaoxiao, come too, and see if you can save her."

"Yes." Under Su Xun's gaze, Si Xiaoxiao felt a panic and a secret joy.

She instinctively felt that she shouldn't be happy about someone's injury, but in the eyes of her senior brother, she became a useful person, and he would think of taking her with him when he was doing something important... It seemed that if she worked hard, she could become a capable woman like Li Mo, and make Su Xun look at her more...

She felt ashamed of her joy at the moment, and could not help but quickly catch up with Su Xun.

"Hey... wait for me, I want to go too..." Si Renxuan shouted from behind.

……

There was a hint of blood in the air.

Zhao Qingren, who returned at dusk, looked at her with an inexplicable dark gaze.

Li Mo saw him coming and asked, "Why don't you let me go back to Jiange?"

Whenever she saw him now, she would ask this question. Every time Zhao Qingren would answer no, but she would still ask.

Because she enjoyed torturing him.

He also knew that she was torturing him with this.

It can be said that every moment she spent with him, she was thinking about how to make him suffer and make him unable to get what he wanted.

The word "Jian Ge" was actually a humiliation to him. Tell him that besides the Zhao family, there are still people in Wentian Sect who are more powerful than him, and the Zhao family is not omnipotent.

The more totalitarian a person is, the less he can bear to hear these things.

She also saw through the truth behind Zhao Qingren's plain and noble mask, so she turned her words into needles to hurt him.

But at this moment, Zhao Qingren did not refuse as usual, but looked at her silently for a while, then he moved his fingers slightly, and the door opened silently, making a clear "creaky" sound. The wind blew into the room, blowing open Li Mo's hair, which danced lightly. Li Mo's eyes widened slightly -

All I heard was Zhao Qingren saying in a hoarse voice: "If you want to leave, then go ahead..."

There was some fatigue in Zhao Qingren's voice, as if he was struggling, but also as if he was relieved...

"Mo Li", who had been lying motionless on the bed and often ordered Zhao Qingren to bring her tea and water, slowly sat up, but Zhao Qingren was not surprised. He probably knew that "Mo Li" could get up and her body was slowly recovering, but she just kept lying on the bed to tease him.

And she was not afraid that Zhao Qingren would know that she had lied to him.

This is the interesting part of the game between men and women. In his previous life, Li Mo was a master in this field.

This was the best time for Li Mo to leave and meet up with Su Xun. However, Li Mo did not move...

She looked at Zhao Qingren standing in the room. He was dressed in a neat brocade robe, which was very appropriate for a nobleman. There was nothing wrong with him. However, the wrinkles and tears at the corners of his robe showed what happened to its owner before.

She raised her eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Qingren looked back at her, his eyes were as deep as a dark ocean, and he said softly, "Is this really what you want to ask?"

"one of them."

"Mo Li"'s light answer made him silent for a moment, and he chewed on the meaning of her words carefully.

She asked this not because she cared about him, what she cared about most would never be him.

This is the real meaning of her words.

Extremely cold and hurtful.

Zhao Qingren raised his eyes to look at her: "Aren't you afraid?"

This was said without any beginning or end, but Li Mo understood it and said, "Didn't you do it once?"

"..." These words made Zhao Qingren silent again.

Li Mo smiled and said, "You can do it again."

She seemed to be mocking him: What about the Zhao family? Do you have the guts to kill me again? Do you dare?

He's just like a madman who doesn't care about his life.

In any war between two people, if one of them is a madman, the other will be defeated miserably.

Zhao Qingren was the man who was in disarray and somewhat confused at this time.

He lowered his eyes and said softly, "Don't you want to know what happened to the Zhao family today?"

"You talk, and I'll listen." Li Mo didn't act curious, but instead had a cold look, as if to say, "If you want to talk, then I'm wasting my time listening to you."

"My two younger brothers..." He raised his eyes to stare at her, looked into her eyes, and said slowly: "My third and fifth brothers challenged me because of you. They disregarded the family rules and the order of the clan, and walked against me with swords, just to let you escape from me. They disregarded everything, even their own interests and future, just for you..."

In fact, if it was in the past, if he heard such rumors, he would only feel disdainful of such a thing happening. He didn't understand why a woman could make family brothers turn against each other, why she could make them disregard the family honor and disgrace, give up the halo of aristocratic family, and become a laughing stock of the world.

But now, he truly realized that when a person's emotions cannot be controlled and he is struggling deeply in his obsession, even if he is a child of destiny or a powerful person above everyone else, he will have to fall into this painful struggle between reason and emotion.

He was sinking into despair, unable to extricate himself. The final tragic outcome reminded him all the time how ridiculous his weakness was at that moment, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Even when his brothers pointed swords at him, his first thought was to imprison "Mo Li" more firmly and prevent them from touching his treasured "her".

It was a strange emotion, something he had never experienced before.

He even analyzed his own emotions clearly, which were just an obsession.

But he couldn't get rid of it. If he let the woman in front of him leave, he would feel the pain of his flesh and blood being torn apart, so painful that his mind would be in a mess. So, in order to avoid such pain and regret, he was unwilling to let go...

Especially just now.

Faced with his two younger brothers drawing their swords, he was extremely indifferent. He just ordered his men in a deep voice to defeat them and knock the swords out of their hands.

At that time, the Zhao family's servants were in chaos. Unexpectedly, several young masters turned against each other and fought with swords. Zhao Sanlang and Zhao Wulang took the opportunity to use their magic power to attack Zhao Qingren, although they were not as strong as him...

Looking at his brother's red face and almost crazy eyes, Zhao Qingren even felt a sense of pity. He didn't know whether he felt sorry for them or for his future self...

So he wanted to let her go.

But "Mo Li" who was sitting on the bed did not leave.

Instead, she stared into his eyes and asked, "So, are you upset? Being betrayed by your cousin."

Her words were like a knife, stabbing into his wound that should have been covered in blood, stirring it open with force...

Zhao Qingren had a blank expression on his face.

He had already guessed and gotten used to her treating him like this.

Li Mo's gentle voice floated into his ears - "I think you probably don't feel anything, even if they draw their swords against you..."

He moved his fingers slightly, quickly raised his eyes to look at her, looked at her eyes that seemed to see through everything, and slowly asked in a hoarse voice: "Why..."