After rebirth, the daughter of the genius doctor went crazy

"Did I say I wanted to kill him? I just wanted to exchange my life for his."

Turning to Tong Yeming, he smiled lightly: "How about it? One hundred lives in exchange for your life, will you? They are all ordinary people who die and die, but you are different. You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, and it's not easy to get to this point now. Do you want to give up?"

Tong Yeming said nothing, his pair of peach blossom eyes staring at Mo Lishang with a temperature as cold as the snow flying in the sky.

The two looked at each other, he was as cold as the moon, she was as graceful as the wind! He was tough and strong, but she was gentle and strong.

Their eyes met in the air, and they exchanged glances like swords and sabers for several times. However, she still smiled in the wind, like a plum blossom proudly standing in the snow, demonstrating her unyielding pride...

Finally, he opened his thin lips, a confident and proud arc appeared between his lips, his eyes were sharp as a knife: "You dare not, even if I immediately order the killing of these people, you dare not touch me."

"Really?" She smiled charmingly, full of grace and elegance.

In the midst of this smile, the sword fell with a flash of cold light, and the paper-thin sword blade ruthlessly cut Tong Yeming's neck, just a hair's breadth away from the carotid artery. Blood spurted out and filled everyone's eyes, soaking their clothes and dripping onto the ground.

It made a monotonous ticking sound that was frightening.

"How is it? How does it taste? Are you still so confident that I won't do anything?" She smiled charmingly, as if she were a mountain elf that combined spirituality, evil and charm, but her eyes were always like ice, without any warmth.

"Are you crazy? Mo Lishang, do you want to start a war between the two countries?" Wang Wenyuan roared in anxiety and fear.

Mo Lishang shrugged innocently and said with a mocking smile: "General Wang, what are you talking about? He is just a soldier under your command. What does my killing him have to do with the war between the two countries?"

"You..." Wang Wenyuan was speechless after being choked by Mo Lishang, and just looked at her hatefully.

Tong Yeming stared at Mo Lishang in disbelief, his face livid! He didn't believe it! He didn't believe that the woman who once loved him so much dared to do such a cruel thing. Could it be that the love of the last life had been exhausted and there was no more affection in this life?

Pain, anger, and jealousy swept over him. He looked at Mo Lishang grimly, at her nonchalant expression and her enchanting beauty, but her flower-like beauty did not bloom for him!

There was not a single ripple in her eyes, only the icy coldness of a pool of stagnant water.

The pain was like a sharp needle piercing his heart. First he felt numb and lost all feeling, then it quickly spread and instantly spread throughout his body. His blood turned cold, and it felt as if countless fine needles were moving in his blood vessels, hitting his weak blood vessels from time to time and causing him waves of suffocating pain.

It turns out that without love, we are strangers! Even enemies!

But why is it that fate is so cruel? Just when her love has faded, his love has taken root and even penetrated into his bones...

Disappointed, frustrated, lost!

Looking at her expressionless face, her trembling eyelashes slowly became moist, like mist, filling his eyes. The pain in his heart far exceeded the pain in his body. Those drops of blood were as red as the first blooming winter plum, dazzling and cold.

He once watched her bleed like a river with cold eyes, and now she also watched him bleed indifferently...

It turns out that everything is arranged in the dark, and there is always a time to repay the favor you owe to someone...

With a sad smile, the coldness in his eyes condensed into frost, and he said to Wang Wenyuan in a deep voice: "Let him go!"

"Young Master..." Wang Wenyuan shouted unwillingly. Was it possible that the result of losing a daughter was that he had to release all of Mo Lishang's men?

So, will Mo Lishang be released next? If Mo Lishang is released, then the status of the Wang family will be in jeopardy.

"Let him go, don't you understand?" His eyes suddenly turned cold, and a cold light shot towards Wang Wenyuan, making him feel cold all over.

"Okay." Wang Wenyuan was furious but helpless. He turned around and shouted to the thousands of people, "Release them!"

With a "whoosh" sound, everyone made way for a passage.

Mo Lishang said to the people behind him: "Hurry up and leave."

"Boss!" Everyone looked at Mo Lishang sadly, not moving a single step, and no one was willing to leave.

"Go!" His voice suddenly rose, his almond-shaped eyes filled with sternness.

"Let's go together!" Lin Li shouted angrily.

Mo Lishang said angrily, "Just go if I tell you to. Why are you nagging? Do you want these brothers to lose their lives because of your hesitation? Think about them. Some of them are minors, some have wives and children, and some even have elderly mothers. Do you want their relatives to shed tears from now on? You, take them away immediately!"

After giving the sharp order, his eyes turned to the already stiff Nanfeng. His heart ached slightly, and his voice became soft but made people cry. He said faintly: "Nanfeng is dead, he must want to go home..."

"Boss!" This sentence hit Lin Li's weakest spot. He burst into tears and fell to his knees. All the people in the devil training camp knelt on the ground in unison and kowtowed three times in great sorrow.

"Let's go!" Lin Li used up all his strength to say these three words, then he stood up, picked up Nanfeng, jumped on his horse, and led everyone to leave the Xi Qin encirclement as quickly as possible.

This time he did not look back. He did not dare to look back. He was afraid that if he looked back he would not have the heart to leave.

More than a hundred men actually want a weak woman to sacrifice herself to save them. This is their shame, and they must avenge this!

What hurt him the most was that their boss would face an unknown fate...

Seeing that they had finally escaped from the range of Wang's army, Mo Lishang smiled with relief. Only then did she smile with true relief.

She did not abandon them or give up on them, and she finally tried her best to rescue them.

Wang Wenyuan's face turned pale and blue as he looked at Mo Lishang viciously. If looks could kill, Mo Lishang would have died a thousand times.

"Can you let go now?" Tong Yeming's voice was filled with fatigue and pain, and as cold as black ice.

"What do you say?"

His head turned suddenly and stared at Mo Lishang closely.

"Haha, wouldn't the clever Crown Prince Tong know this? Of course I want the Crown Prince to give me a ride."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a majestic and murderous aura: "I'm afraid this will be a bit difficult..."

“As long as you have the will, everything is possible.”

"Really?" A cruel smile flashed across his lips!

That was a sign that he was about to take action!

Just as Tong Yeming was about to burst out with force, Mo Lishang stepped on the Lingbo Weibu like a ghost, changed her position, and swung the sword in her hand straight. When Tong Yeming was about to escape from her grasp, the sword was flexible and bent like a silk thread, and wrapped around Tong Yeming's waist. With a pull, she pulled Tong Yeming back.

Tong Yeming was caught off guard. He didn't expect that the sword in Mo Lishang's hand was actually a soft sword with a mechanism inside. It was as hard as iron and as soft as silk when soft.

He was pulled back to Mo Lishang in a disheveled manner. The pent-up anger in his heart made him lose his mind, and he used all his strength to strike Mo Lishang's chest hard with his palm.

"Bang" the palm force mercilessly hit Mo Lishang's body...

"Puff!" A mouthful of sweet and fishy blood spurted out from Mo Lishang's mouth, spraying out blood mist all over the sky, floating and scattering, rolling into the red dust and yellow earth, condensing into blood-red mud beads, rolling a few times and finally stopped moving, slowly drifting away, now the bright red in the mud, dazzling red, shocking red...

Her body, as light as a swallow, was thrown fiercely off the cliff, and fell towards the gaping mouth of the cliff, like a kite with a broken string, helpless and down without support.

The sudden change made Tong Yeming stunned at first, and then he woke up with a heart-wrenching pain.

"Li'er..." He screamed in shock, his heart and liver were broken. He rushed to the cliff like a madman, jumped down without any care, grabbed the branch on the cliff with one hand, and narrowly grabbed Mo Lishang's sleeve with the other hand.

The mask fell off here, revealing his pale and terrified face. The sharp lines beneath his elegance were revealed in front of Mo Lishang's eyes. Through the mist in the mountains, it was hazy and seemed like it was about to rain, and he was about to cry.

"Why didn't you tell me that your internal strength hasn't recovered?" He cried out in a voice almost like a roar.

She chuckled and shook her head. Was he stupid? Was she waiting to be caught by him after she told him? Now everything could be over...

"Li'er, hold on to me!" He looked at the flash of determination in her eyes with fear. He had seen such a determined look in his previous life. That time, she left him forever. Could it be...

“No!” He screamed in fear, looked at Mo Lishang with pleading eyes, and said sadly: “As long as you are alive…”

She smiled, a smile that was extremely charming and beautiful, with a hint of mockery in her eyes. Blood continued to flow out from between her lips, dyeing her petal-like lips red, but strangely bright.

Shaking her head, she spoke softly, her eyes devoid of any warmth, only indifference and indifference: "Tong Yeming, we will never meet again."

"No." His eyes, which had been calm for years, were suddenly filled with boundless horror and fear. Pain suddenly swept through his whole body. He couldn't believe that she would abandon him again and leave him endless pain!

He suffered a lot in his previous life. Is he going to repeat the same mistakes in this life?

No, he won't give up! He must save her!

"Think about Jimo Li. If you die, Jimo Li will be so sad that he will kill everyone in the world." His lips uttered this name that made him hate it to the core. He never thought that he would use another man's name to save the woman he loved! At this moment, his heart was broken.

"Ming Yue..." She chewed on these two words, extremely gently. The indifference in her eyes faded away and was replaced by deep affection and tenderness, as if a pool of water was rippling in her eyes, flowing with rippling waves.

At that moment, his heartstrings were twitched, but her tenderness was not for him...

This made Tong Yeming feel painful, hateful and jealous, but he had no other choice. In order for her to live, he would rather suffer himself!

"Yes." He closed his eyes in pain, hiding all the sadness and pain in his heart, then slowly opened his amazing black eyelashes and said firmly: "For him, you have to live, come up. I'll pull you..."

Her eyes finally turned to him, with a scrutinizing doubt that made Tong Yeming tremble with fear. Finally, she smiled, but the endless ridicule made Tong Yeming's heart turn cold as ice!

"Do you think I will still believe you? If the consequence of me coming here is to become your pawn to threaten Mingyue, then I would rather choose death..."

After saying that, she slowly stretched out her hand, and in his horrified eyes, she smiled brightly, and turned her fingers into knives, cutting off the only connection between him and her, that half sleeve...

"No!"

He grabbed the half sleeve in his hand like crazy. Her body temperature remained on the sleeve, but she had already left...

She half leaned forward and watched Mo Lishang's body falling rapidly. The wind blew up her black hair, and Jue Shang was flying all over the sky. She actually had a smile on her face. That gorgeous smile appeared in his dreams countless times afterwards, waking him up in pain.

The figure in white is always in my eyes, like a snow lotus from the mountains falling into the mortal world.

It is better to go home, it is better to go home. The noisy voices shattered the spring scenery of the whole mountain. Countless petals fell quietly under his sad cries, and each petal was embedded with dots of pain, falling mottled with desperate struggle.