After rebirth, the daughter of the genius doctor went crazy

"Who are you anyway?"

Tong Yeming pressed his hands on his chest and struggled to stand up, with blood constantly oozing out from between his pale lips.

But he didn't care about all this. Now he just wanted to know who she was!

She was as calm as water, without a trace of fluctuation in her eyes, without any emotion or apology, and she opened her red lips lightly: "I am Mo Lishang."

"No! You know very well that this is not what I am asking. The two of them are clearly the guardians of the Fairy Demon, known as the Poison Scorpion and the Poison Fairy! But why are they by your side? Aren't they inseparable from the Fairy Demon? But if you are the Fairy Demon, then who was the woman who slept in your bed last time?"

He felt an uncertain ecstasy in his heart and asked eagerly, hoping to get the most satisfactory answer.

He was so stupid that he didn't realize last time that Rushi and Ruhua were both poisonous people in the martial arts world!

Although their appearances were different from when they saved him, the murderous aura they exuded could not be ignored. Just imagine, which maid in the world could compete with him, be fearless of him, and contend with his aura?

But he ignored it, ignored such a major loophole, ignored these abnormal phenomena.

He just devoted himself wholeheartedly to the plot against Mo Lishang...

Mo Lishang is the fairy demon girl!

This possibility immediately lit up his heart and made him jump with joy. The pain in his body seemed to be very far away. No wonder he always felt familiar with her. No wonder Mo Lishang's image always overlapped with the fairy demon girl. It turned out...

Mo Lishang stared at him thoughtfully. Her phoenix eyes were like a bottomless cold pond, reflecting fragmented rays of light, as sharp as the tip of a knife. After a while, she suddenly turned and left.

The sleeves of her clothes fluttered, as elusive as clouds, leaving only a cold sentence in the wind: "Like a poem, like a painting, help him heal his wounds."

"Yes."

"No, Li'er, don't leave. If you are so heartless, why did you save me? If you saved me, why don't you accept me? If you don't accept me, why did you help me? Why?"

Tong Yeming ran in pain towards the place where she disappeared. After running a few steps, he finally couldn't bear the pain of the wound and staggered and almost fell to the ground.

At this time, Rushiru walked to his side expressionlessly: "Prince Chen, please take off your shirt."

"No, I don't want you to heal me. I want Li'er to tell me why you treat me like this!"

Tong Yeming endured the severe pain in his chest and stubbornly refused.

He was gambling, betting on whether Mo Lishang had any feelings for him.

Since she kept helping him, he didn't believe that she didn't have any feelings for her! He was injured just now to save her. Although this act of saving people was a bit wrong, he was so selfless, didn't she feel anything at all? Is her heart made of stone?

"Nonsense, it's up to you whether to treat it or not!" Ruhua raised her eyebrows and shouted impatiently.

"So, King Chen, we..."

Rushi clasped her hands together as if to say goodbye. Just when Tong Yeming thought they were about to leave, she suddenly became as agile as an eagle, jumped up, and pointed her slender fingers in the air. In just a few moves, she caught the unprepared Tong Yeming.

"Tear"

With a sound of breaking through the air, the rough force tore open Tong Yeming's clothes without hesitation, revealing a black palm print on his bronze skin.

"Ruhua, knife!"

Her voice was decisive and resolute, without any hesitation.

Ruhua responded by pulling out a knife as thin as a willow leaf from her waist. The blade was as thin as a hair and could cut through snow with a single blow. It was Ruhua's famous weapon - the Fish Intestine Knife.

Tong Yeming didn't even have time to cry out in pain when a knife flashed like scales. His chest was already cut with more than a dozen knife marks by Rushi's strange method. Black poisonous blood flowed out from each mark, with a disgusting stench. When the blood turned bright red, Rushi made a lightning-fast move to press his vital points and stop the endless flow of blood.

Tong Yeming looked at Rushi's method of saving people, but was shocked. This was only her way of saving people. If she killed someone, she would probably send that person to death in the blink of an eye. The Poison Fairy was indeed worthy of her reputation.

"Eat this, and you will be well again tomorrow."

Looking at the two blood-colored pills spinning in Rushi's palm, emitting a fresh floral fragrance that made him feel clear-minded and energetic, he said happily, "Is this the Demon Palace's healing holy product, the Nine Flower Jade Dew Pills?"

"Just eat what you're told to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Ruhua scolded angrily, pinched Tong Yeming's mouth roughly, and snatched the pill from Rushi's hand with her other hand and put it into his mouth.

"Gulu"

Tong Yeming swallowed the pill without being able to refuse, and immediately felt a surge of true energy filling his body, his blood flow accelerated, his strength was recovering, and he even felt that the wound on his chest was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Lord Chen, Miss doesn't want anyone to know what happened today. I believe you know what to do, right?"

"Tell me, is she a fairy?"

Tong Yeming asked unwillingly. Of course he would not tell anyone, no matter whether Mo Lishang was a fairy or a demon!

Now Mo Lisha has already aroused the covetous heart of King Qing. If people knew that Mo Lisha is the fairy demon girl, it would definitely attract more bad intentions from ambitious people.

What's more, he heard that the fairy and the demon girl were as beautiful as fairies, and even the most beautiful woman in Da Zhao could not even compare to her, so he would definitely keep this secret in his heart.

"Who the young lady is has nothing to do with you. I hope you know that there are some things you can know, and some things you might as well not know! That's all I have to say. I believe that King Chen is a smart man, and I don't need to elaborate on the rest."

After saying this, Rushi pulled Ruhuaru, two beautiful big butterflies, and disappeared into the dense forest in a few leaps.

Suddenly, everything in the forest was silent, except for the chirping of birds and the rustling of wind, as if no one had ever been there.

The acupoints had been unblocked. Tong Yeming lightly covered his clothes. The floating hairband entangled with his inky hair in the breeze, but his face was three parts gentle and seven parts confused.

"Is she a fairy or a witch? And who is that devilishly beautiful woman lying on her bed?"

He kept thinking but couldn't come up with any answer.

Suddenly his whole body froze. Regardless of whether she was a fairy or a demon, with her abilities, her poison skills, and her martial arts, it would be easier for her to kill Du Shishi than to crush an ant. But why was she willing to keep thinking of tricks to frame Du Shishi instead of killing her directly?

The wind blew over, making him seem cold all over, but the answer was obvious - she was enjoying the fun of playing cat and mouse!

What about him?

What is he to Mo Lishang?

Why did she choose to help Prince Qing ascend to the throne over him?

This is why?

If she had feelings for him, her eyes were clearly cold and sometimes even had barely perceptible hatred, etc...

Suddenly, a chill ran down her feet. Did she hate him? Did she help him just to enjoy his agony as he struggled to death?

Do not!impossible!

He shook his head violently, trying to get rid of this terrible idea! She wouldn't hate him, because he couldn't think of any reason why she hated him. He had never seen her before, never hurt her, how could there be hatred without reason in this world?

Under the wisteria flowers, the moonlight was dancing, Mo Lishang sat on a jade stool, stretching out her slender hands to stroke the piano. The melodious sound of the piano came faintly from the dense woods, sometimes sad, sometimes sad, sometimes weeping, sometimes resentful, sometimes passionate and charming, with both the clarity of looking through the world and the silence of seeing through the ups and downs of the world. Her song was like life, with ups and downs.

The sound of the piano is as clear as the moonlight, as pure as the gurgling spring water, as high as the mountains, and as ethereal as the clouds, making people intoxicated by it...

Finally, the song ended. She put her hands on the strings and looked up into the distant sky, seeing countless stars, like chess pieces of life, each one was unpredictable, making it impossible to predict its next trajectory.

After a long while, she sighed, "Why do you always like to break into people's homes at night?"

"Because the night can cover up all my evil, or rather, the night can reveal all my evil charms!"

He came out from behind the tree with a big laugh, without any embarrassment of peeping, as if it was a matter of course.

He was wearing a purple shirt tonight, which was as thick as an inky purple and exuded an evil aura.

The satin-like hair was casually tied up with a purple jade ribbon. The night breeze blew the ribbon along with the hair, dancing like an elf with an evil and charming temptation.

He had a natural and noble air, his steps were otherworldly and his temperament was elegant. Under the moonlight, he looked ethereal and like an immortal.

He is as cool and deserted as the moon, with eyes burning like volcanic rocks. He is a mixture of extreme coldness and extreme heat. People who get close to him are either frozen to pieces or melted into spring water by his heat.

But these two were not what Mo Lishang wanted. She looked at him coldly, stood up and walked towards the yard.

He looked at her with a smile, standing like a mountain, not caring about her indifferent expression.

Just as she passed him, his big hand grabbed her slender wrist and pulled her into his arms.

The silver moonlight, rippling like water, flowed through her eyes, and those seemingly charming eyes revealed a cold indifference.

Cold words came out of her mouth: "Is Prince Jimo here to steal the fragrance?"

"Puch"

He chuckled: "When I came here, I just wanted to see you, but your indifference irritated me; now I just want to hug you, but your words make me want to kiss you. Do you think you are playing hard to get and giving me a chance to get close to you?"

"you!"

Mo Lishang was furious. How could this hateful man confuse right and wrong like that? It was obviously him who blatantly bullied and took advantage of her, but he made it seem as if she seduced him.

Without thinking, she pulled her hand out and slapped Jimo Li hard in the face.

"Little wildcat, your claws are so sharp. I would like it more if it was on another man."

He laughed and grabbed her little hand as fast as lightning.

Under the moonlight, her breasts were as soft as butter, with a crystal luster, pointed like bamboo shoots, revealing an alluring temptation. The fingertips were scented with orchid fragrance, which made people crazy.

He smiled as bright as the moon, and with his other big hand, he pressed her whole body tightly against him. His pair of black jade eyes flashed with a strange light, and under the moonlight, he exuded madness and evil...

Her petal-like lips slowly opened, and gradually her fingers sank into his lips.

The sensitive fingertips felt the wetness in his mouth, and his teeth bit her fingers gently.

Mo Lishang was stunned at first, then angry. He struggled to break free from his grasp, but he held him tightly.

As waves of bites came from her fingertips, her face became redder and hotter, her body seemed to have entered a furnace, and her mind became a little dizzy...

She was weak all over, soft as cotton, with seductive eyes like silk, looking at the wanton evildoer in front of her through her fluttering black eyelashes as if she was holding honey, and she shouted with the only clear mind she had: "Let me go!"

Unfortunately, she lacked breath, and her voice was shy and charming, revealing three parts of laziness and seven parts of charm. Her eyes were as gentle as dripping water, as if she was encouraging him, without any intention of rejection.