Boss, she was forced to be the wife

"Sister?! Why did you come out of the backyard?"

Wei Xi was stunned for a long time before she realized that the person opposite was none other than her own half-sister.

Wei Xiwen glanced at his brother and walked slowly in front of him.

When Wei Xi saw her sister coming over, she subconsciously stood up and wanted to help her, but saw that she had already walked over smoothly, and she retracted her unstretched arm with some embarrassment.

"What you are causing in this villa is earth-shaking, and even I know it."

After Wei Xiwen said these words, he began to cough, and his whole figure looked like the withered and yellow leaves of the trees in autumn, crumbling.

"You have always been in poor health, why are you coming out now?"

Wei Xicai said awkwardly, unwilling to look at her sister sitting opposite her.

When Wei Xiwen heard this, she rolled her eyes at her brother. The night wind was cold, and it made her feel like her cough was coming back.

It had been a long time since she had come out of the backyard. Even when Wei Xi was captured by Zhao Ziqin, and then Wan Moluo set fire to her and led a group of people away, even such a huge battle failed to make Wei Xiwen show up.

This is what surprised Wei Xicai.

Everyone in Lingwei Villa knew that there was a frail heir in the Villa, but no one had ever seen Wei Xiwen.

As early as ten years ago, Wei Xiwen moved to the innermost and most remote courtyard of Lingwei Villa. During these ten years, she never showed her face in public in Lingwei Villa again.

Nowadays, the heir of Lingwei Villa is just a name in name only. What the servants really like is the cousin Zhao Ziqin who is about to marry Wei Xicai.

"I heard that you were getting married to Ziqin, so I came here specially to see you."

Wei Xiwen said nonchalantly. It was obvious that Wei Xi didn't believe this.

Even when Wei Xicai ran away, he didn't see his sister coming out to see him off.

Now that she suddenly came out, Wei Xi looked at her sister with suspicion, and there was no intimacy in her words:
"Are you happy that Zhao Ziqin and I are getting married?"

She might not even know that Wei Xiwen was unhappy, but what was certain was that Wei Xicai was definitely unhappy.

Wei Xiwen could also guess why his brother was unhappy. He looked at Wei Xicai like an idiot and said:
"I told you when you were young not to get too close to Zhao Ziqin, but you didn't listen. Now you don't like this beautiful cousin?"

Beautiful cousin, this was Wei Xicai's first impression when she met Zhao Ziqin for the first time.

Unlike my sister, since they are biological siblings, no matter how you look at them, you don't feel any gender differences.

When Wei Xicai was young, especially when Zhao Ziqin first came to Lingwei Villa, he liked to play with Zhao Ziqin.

It’s just that time has changed and everything is different from before.

Now that she heard that her sister was still joking about what happened before, Wei Xi couldn't help but rush up angrily:

"Since you knew that Zhao Ziqin was not a simple person at the beginning, why didn't you just stop me from playing with her? I'm at this point now, and she won't marry me unless I am. Are you satisfied? It's like mother and father want to Want to live your whole life relying on charity from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect?!"

Wei Xicai's words did not make Wei Xiwen react in any way. She calmly put down the tea cup in her hand, straightened her thin clothes, then raised her eyes and looked at Wei Xicai indifferently and said:
"My good brother, don't you think that Zhao Ziqin really just likes you?"

Then he laughed and continued:
"You are still as stupid as before, no matter how long it has been, but it just so happens that what Zhao Ziqin likes is your stupidity."

"you!"

Wei Xi stood up angrily at Wei Xiwen's words. He really didn't know what Wei Xiwen was here for.

Every time he was with her, he could hear her ridicule and sarcasm in less than three words, as if they were not siblings, but enemies with a deep hatred.

"If you just came to laugh at me, then your purpose has been achieved, and you can leave now!"

Wei Xicai issued the eviction order mercilessly, but Wei Xiwen remained unmoved and smiled faintly. His face, which was pale due to disease, was as beautiful as a hibiscus.

"The people you want to protect have left the Lost Valley."

Wei Xicai had already turned around and returned to the couch. When he heard what Wei Xiwen said, his footsteps stopped instantly.

"They. Why?"

"Don't you really think that as long as you marry Zhao Ziqin, she will let those people go? You are so naive."

At this time, Wei Xicai ignored her ridicule and walked quickly to her sister's side and asked:

"How did you know they were out?"

Wei Xiwen did not answer his words, but continued:
"In my opinion, that woman named Wan Mo Luo is smarter than you. At least she knows that she is just waiting to die. Instead of doing this, she might as well take the initiative to fight."

After saying that, Wei Xiwen stood up, straightened his white clothes, and walked out the door.

"You stop!"

Seeing her sister about to leave, Wei Xi hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, but Wei Xiwen looked at him coldly and said:
"Stop making trouble, Xicai. You don't know anything and you have always done what you think you do. Do you still want to do this now?"

Seeing Wei Xiwen's cold expression, Wei Xi couldn't help but feel guilty:
"I don't know what you are talking about. I just want everyone to be safe."

"Humph"

Wei Xiwen snorted coldly and then said:

"There is no perfect solution in this world. The more you hope that everything will be perfect, the more you will lose everything. Just like you are never willing to think about why your mother and father are only willing to be good to you, why I have suffered from old illnesses year after year, why is Zhao Ziqin the only one in the family here, and why does he see me now?"

At this point, Wei Xiwen was silent for a moment, changed the topic and said:
"Happy wedding, my good brother, don't look at anything, don't hear anything, don't do anything."

With that said, Wei Xiwen walked around Wei Xicai neatly and left his room without looking back.

-

Wanmoluo and the others walked invisibly from the side of the road until they saw the city wall and relaxed a lot.

However, it was not yet time for the city gate to open. Looking at the guards at the door and the closed city gate, several people decided to take a short rest and wait until the city gate opened before finding a way to get in.

This is the town closest to Lingwei Villa. The few of them have nothing, and they don't have any tools to use except the sword that Fang Lan gave Wanmoluo.

It is very difficult to take revenge on Zhao Ziqin as a gunman, especially when there are people from Lingwei Villa behind her.

"When we arrive in the town later, we will first try to find a safe place to stay, and then we will think about how to take revenge on Zhao Ziqin after we have settled down."

Wan Moluo made a simple arrangement, waiting for the white fish belly to appear in the east and the city gate to open, then he took Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er to disguise themselves and entered the city.

But as soon as I entered the city, I bumped into a young boy. The young boy was polite and bowed to Wan Mo Luo and said:

"My young lady would like to meet some of you."

"Who is your lady?"

Wan Mo Luo looked at the young man warily, and if she said something wrong, he would control her.

The boy looked around and cautiously leaned into Wanmoluo's ear and said:

"Lingwei Villa, Miss Wei Xiwen."

Hearing the name, Wan Moluo hesitated because she had never heard Wei Xicai mention that he had a sister, so she turned to look at Dan'er, who had the best relationship with Wei Xicai.

Dan'er also heard Wei Xiwen's name at this time. He had only heard Wei Xicai mention his sister occasionally. According to Wei Xicai, his sister had been sick all year round and lived in the most remote place. Therefore, their sister The relationship between the two brothers is also close.

I don’t know why I suddenly wanted to see them at this time, so Dan’er nodded, leaned into Wanmoluo’s ear and said:

"Xicai does have a biological sister named Wei Xiwen, but"

I just don’t know if the person who sent the message is the real Wei Xiwen.

Wan Moluo understood the implication of Dan'er's words, and then put his shoulder on the boy's body and said:

"Are you really from Wei Xiwen? How can I trust you?!"

The boy felt something cold pressing against his waist. He was slightly nervous, but he still said:

"I have no evidence, but I hope you can believe me. My lady asked me to tell you: I asked you to meet because we have a common purpose. This is the address. If you want to go, you can go there by yourself."

As the boy spoke, he took out a piece of paper, took advantage of Wanmoluo to take it, rubbed oil on the soles of his feet, and ran away.

If Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er weren't here at this time, Wan Moluo would definitely chase him out, but now she just glanced at the direction in which the boy was running away, and then opened the note.

Sure enough, there was an address on it. After reading it, the three of them fell silent in unison. It was Qiao Runzhi who spoke first:
"My wife, I'm worried that this matter is fraudulent, so it's better not to keep the appointment easily."

Wan Moluo lowered his eyes and said nothing. When walking on the road, a boy appeared for no reason and claimed that he was delivering a message to Wei Xiwen of Lingwei Villa. It didn't look like a good thing.

"Find a place to stay first."

Wanmoluo decided not to worry about things that he couldn't understand, and just started looking for a place to stay.

What she is more worried about now is that if even the unknown Wei Xiwen knows that she has left the Lost Valley.After arriving in this small town, wouldn't his movements be exposed under Zhao Ziqin's nose?

Despite such worries, the top priority was to find a place to stay, and Wanmoluo randomly chose an inn in the town to stay.

Then he took the note and looked at it.

The words above were written weakly and bonelessly.There doesn't seem to be any style, but you can vaguely see the character of the person who wrote it with softness overcoming toughness from the handwriting.

Wanmoluo doesn't know what kind of person Wei Xiwen is, and has never seen him. It would be okay if the other party is here to form an alliance with him, but if the other party is here to capture him as the icing on the cake, then there is no need.

Thinking of this, Wan Moluo crumpled the note in his hand into a ball and threw it out.

Now she no longer had time to do unnecessary things. In order to minimize the risk, she decided to wait until tonight to sneak into Lingwei Villa to assassinate Zhao Ziqin.

Naturally, it takes a lot of preparation to return to your old job.

After the three of them simply rested all morning, Wan Mo Luo told Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er not to leave the house easily before turning around and leaving the market.

She needs some assassination tools, and the top priority is to purchase them urgently.

If you are alone, you won't attract anyone's attention. If you take two men out shopping, others will definitely notice you.

This town is relatively remote, and the markets are sparse. After a lot of collecting, Wanmoluo managed to prepare all the necessary tools.

Just when Wan Moluo was about to go back, he was suddenly bumped into by a boy. He turned around and saw that it was the boy he met in the morning.

I saw the young man smiling at Wan Mo Luo, and then said:
"Miss Wan, our young lady has invited you."

Seeing that Wan Mo Luo was silent, he immediately said:
"Now that the two people around you are no longer here, you can feel free to follow me. If you are still worried, please look up and take a look."

Wan Moluo looked up at the location pointed by the boy, and saw a white figure sitting faintly in the window on the second floor of the tavern next to him, looking frail and tight.

This must not be Zhao Ziqin's figure, Wan Moluo frowned calmly.

Unexpectedly, I had never thought about meeting him, but I still couldn't avoid it. I think this person must be determined to meet me today.

I just don't know if what Miss Wei Xiwen said is the same as my own purpose.

Now that Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er were still in the guest room, it was not impossible for her to go to the meeting alone.

So she let the boy lead the way and followed her up to the tavern.

All the way up the stairs, Wanmoluo listened and looked around from the moment he entered the tavern, but he saw only ordinary people in the tavern.

I followed the boy up to the second floor and found that there was no obstruction on the second floor. It was just empty. It was obviously occupied by someone.

At this time, Wanmoluo's mood relaxed a little.

Looking towards the place where he had just raised his head, he saw a frail woman dressed in white sitting there.

As the saying goes, if you want to be pretty and filial, you can only vaguely see the side face of the woman from Wan Mo Luo's position, but you can tell that she is a beauty from the frail figure of Liu Fufeng.

It's a pity that women in this world don't take the morbid beauty of Liu Fufeng as the popular standard.

What most people pursue is a strong sense of beauty.

"You came."

As Wan Mo Luo walked over step by step, Wei Xiwen's weak voice sounded beside her, which made Wan Mo Luo even more certain -

She was out of breath, and the breath between her words was so weak that it seemed as if she would dissipate in the wind after listening for a while.

Wan Moluo sat down and saw Wei Xiwen's face. When he saw Wei Xiwen, Wan Moluo was sure that she was Wei Xiwen.

If nothing else, other things can deceive people, but genes cannot deceive people.

Looking at this face that looked very similar to Wei Xicai's, Wan Moluo was completely relieved.

At this time, there were only two people on the second floor of the tavern, Wei Xiwen and Wan Moluo.

When Wei Xiwen saw Wan Mo Luo, he smiled sadly:
"I never knew that Xicai likes a woman like you."

Wan Moluo didn't mean Wei Xiwen's teasing. In her opinion, Wei Xicai didn't like her at all, so why did she say this.

It was just Wei Xiwen's words to ease the awkwardness of the meeting.

Seeing that Wan Mo Luo didn't care, Wei Xiwen finally fell asleep, took another sip of hot tea in the cup and said:

"I must meet you this time because I want to discuss cooperation with you."

"Cooperation? Let's talk about it?"

Wei Xiwen smiled slightly, put down the teacup in his hand without any haste, and looked at his palms which were reddened by the teacup.

Ever since she became ill, her skin has become as white as transparent, and her palms will burn red when she touches something warm. She smiled helplessly, then looked at Wanmoluo and said:
"Cooperate and kill Zhao Ziqin."

Wei Xiwen's words were crisp and clear. Wan Moluo raised his eyes and looked at the pale and thin woman in front of him. Although her body was almost collapsed, the ambition in her eyes was no less than anyone else's.

"You have a grudge against her?"

"nature."

Seeing that Wan Mo Luo was silent, Wei Xiwen continued:

"I know that you and her are already sworn enemies. If I can help you enter Lingwei Villa easily, you will definitely be able to kill Zhao Ziqin easily."

"Why are you helping me, and what is your purpose?"

"I just want to live."

Wei Xiwen looked at Wan Moluo seriously and coughed for a while after saying these words in a light tone.

Wan Moluo stared at Wei Xiwen's cheeks that were abnormally flushed due to coughing. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and took out the dagger he just bought from the market. He pricked his finger easily and dripped his own blood. Into Wei Xiwen's tea cup.

A drop or two of blood blended into the tea cup and quickly disappeared into the tea.

After Wan Mo Luo finished all this, he pointed at the tea cup and said:
"you try"

Wei Xiwen gave Wan Mo Luo a strange look, but he still did not reject Wan Mo Luo's proposal. He picked up the tea cup and drank all the tea in it.

Then both of them fell silent. After a while, Wei Xiwen finally said:
"It feels a little better."

Wan Moluo didn't know how to answer the question. She had a guess in her mind that Fang Lan had changed her physique and made herself invulnerable to all poisons, which meant that all poisons had no effect on her.

On the other hand, all body fluids in your body are invulnerable to all poisons.

But now Wanmoluo is not sure whether Wei Xiwen's reaction is really useful or just her psychological effect.

"Could your blood be used to detoxify?"

At this time, Wei Xiwen also understood the meaning of Wan Moluo's actions and asked tentatively.

Wanmoluo was noncommittal. She didn't want to tell the woman opposite her about what happened in the Lost Valley for the first time, so she said:

"Zhao Ziqin threw me into the poisonous worm hole and I didn't die. Do you think I still care whether it's poisonous or not?"

Hearing what Wan Moluo said, Wei Xiwen curled his lips and smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "I told you that you must have had an adventure in the Lost Valley. Don't worry, I'm not interested in your affairs, and I helped you hide your whereabouts so that Zhao Ziqin's men couldn't find you."

At this point, Wei Xiwen paused and continued:
"Perhaps I did you a disservice. You left the Lost Valley with great fanfare and walked openly on the forest path. Maybe you wanted Zhao Ziqin's people to find you."

Wan Moluo looked at Wei Xiwen's probing eyes and didn't say yes or no.

"That's all, it doesn't matter anymore. What matters is you and me and our cooperation."

"What do you want? Apart from Zhao Ziqin's death, I don't believe you have only one purpose; I can cooperate with you, but I can't be used by you unclearly."

There was a glimmer of light in Wei Xiwen's eyes, and there was indescribable appreciation in his eyes when he looked at Wan Mo Luo:
"You are so much better than my idiot brother. I kind of like you."

"What I want is the entire Lingwei Villa."

-

Tomorrow is the wedding day of Zhao Ziqin and Wei Xicai. Three days have passed since her sister came to find her.

This period of time made Wei Xicai feel anxious. He noticed something from his sister's words, but it was like being shrouded in fog. He couldn't see everything clearly. Even his sister never seemed to see clearly.

Not to mention that there was no news from Wan Mo Luo and several others.

Did Zhao Ziqin catch them, or did Wan Moluo escape with Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er?
Wei Xicai felt like a canary about to be kept in captivity. He felt suffocated even before the official captivity started.

Looking at the jewelry and clothes that Zhao Ziqin personally sent to her for the wedding, the bright red clothes were spread on the bed like an ominous pool of blood, which made Wei Xicai feel anxious.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night. Not only Wei Xicai couldn't sleep, but even Zhao Ziqin also had rare insomnia.

"Miss, everything in the villa has been arranged. I guarantee that everything will go smoothly tomorrow."

Zhao Ziqin folded and opened the fan in his hand, feeling that the more he got closer, the more panicked he became.

This feeling always appeared when she was about to accomplish something, and it was also the most critical step when she lost the candidate successor to the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

If not, she wouldn't have left a good place like Ten Thousand Poison Sect to come to this insignificant Lingwei Villa, and try her best to compete for the position of the owner of the village.

Rather than losing the opportunity to be the successor of the sect leader and elder in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and living in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect for the rest of his life, it would be better to come out and establish his own family, even if it means taking other people's homes as his own.

"Where's that side of Lost Valley?"

"Don't worry, miss. The little ones in the Lost Valley have been keeping an eye on them. Wanmoluo and the others have never come out of the valley."

Zhao Ziqin nodded, then thought of something, looked up at the attendant and asked:

"Where's Wei Xiwen? He's been in the backyard lately?"

"Back to Miss, her condition has worsened again, and she can't even get out of bed now. However, her subordinates have given her a pair of medicines that can improve her spirits in the short term. Tomorrow, Miss and the young master will get married, and she will not be able to get out of bed. I’m going, I have to come to compliment the young lady tomorrow.”

Zhao Ziqin sneered when he heard this, playing with hidden weapons in his hands, with a sinister look in his eyes:

"She can't go. She has to live a long life and obediently give up the position of owner of the village to me."

-

"Your illness seems to be much better than three days ago."

The person sitting in Wei Xiwen's room at this time was none other than Wan Mo Luo.

She looked across at Wei Xiwen, who was still wearing white clothes. Although his face was still pale, there was obviously a hint of strength in his expression.

"Thanks to you."

Wei Xiwen never liked to just say something. He only spoke openly that day when he was anxious to find Wanmoluo to cooperate.

Wan Moluo heard that Wei Xiwen was implying that his blood had been useful, but he habitually ignored her sarcasm.

"You are ready for tomorrow."

"Of course, feel free to kill Zhao Ziqin, I will take care of the rest."

Wan Moluo nodded. She came alone this time to sneak into Lingwei Villa. She rejected Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er who wanted to be with her.

Although the two of them did not strongly demand to follow, they both knew that in a real battle, they would definitely be a hindrance.

At that time, I strongly requested to leave the Lost Valley simply because I was afraid of that weird old man Fang Lan.

The place where Wan Moluo, Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er settled down has been changed by Wei Xiwen to a more secluded and secure private house.

It is very dangerous to hand over your wealth and life to someone you just met, but Wanmoluo has no choice at this time.

She never liked such uncertain things, but there was a menacing poison waiting for her ahead.

Instead of taking his two useless husbands to die with him, he could only take a gamble.

Many times in life, you must trust some people unconditionally. If you win the bet, you will have a bright future, and if you lose the bet, you will die without a burial.

Just like Wan Moluo and Wei Xiwen who are sitting across from him now, but are jealous of each other.

"Why do you always wear white clothes?"

This is the first time in these days that Wan Moluo has spoken about a topic that has nothing to do with revenge and cooperation. However, Wei Xiwen paused and then said:

"Wear linen and wear filial piety."

Wan Moluo looked Wei Xiwen up and down again. In fact, when she first saw Wei Xiwen, she wanted to know——

The white clothes she wears are different from the children of aristocratic families, or the symbols of noble status in the villa. Zhao Ziqin will also wear white clothes, but even if her clothes are white, they still have a radiant look. The dark lines shone brightly in the sunlight, making this person look like a dog, as if they were the moon in the sky.

But the white clothes Wei Xiwen wore could only be described as bland. It was like a white wall or a ground covered with snow. The white was hollow and boring. The wiring and workmanship of the clothes were not at all exquisite. There are no patterns, and Wei Xiwen looks weak and dull. Without any jewelry or headdress, he looks like he is about to ride the wind at any time, heavy but light.

But whose hemp is it?Who should wear filial piety?

Wei Xiwen seemed to notice Wan Moluo's doubts, smiled indifferently, and then said:
"For everyone here."

In her eyes, everyone in this villa had died a long time ago, ten years ago.

-

As soon as it gets dark, the villa is decorated. As the sky gets brighter, the gradually quiet villa becomes full of people.

Hearing that the young man from Lingwei Villa was getting married, many people who had received the invitation came early.

Today, Wei Xiwen rarely wore clothes with red rings, but he was still scolded by the owner of the village.

"Are you dressed like this to attend my funeral? You shouldn't be allowed to come out with useless things!"

Wei Xiwen just stood there, even though his mother scolded her so harshly, with a smile on his pale face and not answering, but if he wanted her to change into festive clothes, it would be death. Refuses.

The owner of the village was so angry that he shouted at her to get out of his sight, and then Wei Xiwen slipped away with oil on his feet.

Zhao Ziqin, on the other hand, was busy entertaining his colleagues from the Wandu Sect. Although they would inevitably be ridiculed and humiliated by them during this meeting, after all, it was their own territory and they would not really do anything. They just looked down on Lingwei Villa as equals. Just anything.

The bustling villa was noisy all day long, and they waited until they came to the wedding hall to get married, then brought Wei Xi into the bridal chamber. Everyone was very drunk, and then it was over.

The sky gradually darkened, and all the guests left in droves. The old owner sent everyone away from the villa one by one, and then ordered people to prepare to end this busy day.

At this time, everything has entered the final stage, and it is time for the guards to change their guard after a tiring day.

Zhao Ziqin walked into Dongfang smelling of alcohol, and saw Wei Xicai sitting on the bed with bright eyes and white teeth today, but she was very unhappy.

She was happy today. Even seeing Wei Xicai like this, she found it interesting. She just wandered over and said:
"Why didn't you wait for me to lift my hijab?"

Wei Xicai raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Ziqin. Seeing her like this, he only felt disgusted in his heart, and what he said was not pleasant:
"Zhao Ziqin, you will be punished."

The surroundings were quiet at this time. Zhao Ziqin smiled and talked about retribution, but what he wanted to do was hug Wei Xicai.

But at this moment, all the bright red candles in the room suddenly went out. The moment the darkness fell, Zhao Ziqin felt that something was wrong. Her keen intuition made her duck out of the way, but nothing happened.

"who?!"

Zhao Ziqin hadn't finished her last words, but she only heard the sound of a sword piercing the air. After hearing the news, she quickly dodged, but she didn't expect the sword to follow her like a shadow and immediately cut her arm open.

The strong pain made Zhao Ziqin wake up instantly. Zhao Ziqin, who had adapted to the darkness, only heard Wei Xi on the bed scream in fear and then hid on the bed and stopped moving.

"Don't move, I'll catch this bad guy."

As soon as the words were spoken, the sharp sword energy swept across him instantly. At this time, Zhao Ziqin ducked and struck the man in black.

Soon Zhao Ziqin was at a disadvantage within a few moves. She was obviously no match for the man in black in single-round martial arts, but her best skill was never in martial arts, but in using poison!

Zhao Ziqin found the right time and fired out all the poison-quenched silver needles hidden on his body, and also sprinkled a handful of poison powder in the air.

There was no movement on the other side. Zhao Ziqin listened for a while, but there was no other sound, and then he took out a fire stick and lit a candle next to him.

As the candle was lit, the light spot gradually expanded. Zhao Ziqin looked around cautiously, but unexpectedly saw a familiar face.

Before Zhao Ziqin could react, the sharp sword pierced her heart.

"You! You're not dead."

Her words became weaker and weaker. Wan Mo Luo watched Zhao Ziqin gradually weaken, and mercilessly pulled out the sword of Wan Du Sect in his hand. Blood flowed out from Zhao Ziqin's heart. She He stretched out his hand to cover it, but couldn't stop the bleeding no matter what.

Looking at Wan Mo Luo who was looking at him indifferently, Zhao Ziqin used the last bit of strength to sprinkle the poison powder in his hand on Wan Mo Luo, but was shocked to realize that the poison powder had no effect on her.

"How could you."

"I can't die. You will die before me. Go ask the King of Hell."

After saying that, Wan Moluo's sword mercilessly slashed across Zhao Ziqin's neck, cutting off Zhao Ziqin's head cleanly.

The afterimage reflected by the weak candlelight left only a headless corpse.

"Mala"

At this time, Wei Xicai poked his head out of the bed. He didn't care who wanted to kill Zhao Ziqin. He wished that the person who was married to Zhao Ziqin could be assassinated today, so that he could be a happy widow. But when he saw what was coming Wei Xicai was still surprised for a moment because he was Wan Mo Luo.

In the blink of an eye, he saw Zhao Ziqin whose head had been separated, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

Wan Moluo got off the bed when he saw Wei Xicai, and pulled him to go out, but was stopped by Wei Xicai.

"I do not go."

"Why?"

"I can't go."

"If you want to leave, you can leave."

Wei Xicai shook his head, looked at Wan Mo Luo bitterly, smiled, and said:
"Don't you understand yet? Zhao Ziqin has poisoned me. If she dies, I won't be able to survive."

As soon as these words were spoken, Wei Xicai spit out a mouthful of black blood, and he fell down as if his strength had been drained.

Wan Moluo quickly supported Wei Xicai with quick eyes and hands, only to see Wei Xicai looking at him and wiping the blood from his chin.

"Do you think I look good today?"

Wan Moluo wondered how long it had been before he was still in the mood to say this, and wanted to find some ways to deal with it, so he pricked his finger and stuffed it into Wei Xicai's mouth and asked him to drink some of his own blood to see if it would help.

It was only after a few drops that Wei Xicai refused.

"It's useless. I asked that weird old man and he said no one can solve it, so I will definitely die."

"I should find the antidote first."

"I don't blame you, I don't blame you"

Wei Xi held down Wan Moluo's arm. Seeing that there was more air coming in and less air coming out, he just asked stubbornly:

"So, how do I look today?"

Wan Moluo could clearly feel the passage of Wei Xicai's life in her arms. She felt her throat was a little itchy, but she just nodded lightly and said:

"Good-looking, very good-looking."

Only then did Wei Xi hear what she wanted to hear. She smiled with relief and her voice became lighter:

"I'm better looking than Brother Runzhi"

As he spoke, he completely lost his voice in Wanmoluo's arms.

Wan Moluo blinked his eyes, as if he couldn't believe that Wei Xicai died like this. Seeing him closing his eyes peacefully, as if he had fallen asleep, he felt as if there was sand in his eyes and in his nose. Also sour.

Wan Moluo hugged Wei Xicai's still warm body and placed him upright on the wedding bed. He looked really quiet, as if he was just asleep.

But Wan Moluo's original plan was to leave with Wei Xicai. If he didn't want to leave and insisted on staying here as a widow, it would be fine. After all, if Wei Xiwen inherited Lingwei Villa and became the owner, he This brother's life will definitely not be bad.

But after all, he couldn't wait for that day.

Wan Moluo took one last deep look at Wei Xicai's body, turned and left.

In the main hall of Lingwei Villa, a good show was going on at this time.

Wei Xiwen was standing in the main hall at this time, looking at his mother and father. His complexion was surprisingly good, highlighted by the red silk thread that only outlined the edges.

"You rebellious girl! You actually want to murder someone."

Before the village owner finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of dirty blood.

Wei Xiwen looked at the village owner and his husband indifferently, but his mouth was filled with sadness:
"Mom, dad, don't you understand, it was Zhao Ziqin who poisoned me!"

"Nonsense! How could Ziqin poison us!"

Seeing that the owner was about to curse again, Wei Xiwen reluctantly found a seat to sit down, picked up the tea cup given on the table, and sipped the tea with the cup lid——

"Good tea, really good tea. Anyone who drinks such good tea will return to his hometown. Mother is so alert, why do she trust Zhao Ziqin so much."

Wei Xiwen put the tea cup down casually, so casually that the tea cup did not stand firmly on the table at all, but fell on the table, and the tea spread across the table and flowed to the floor.

"You!!! Ahem, someone is here!"

The old village owner coughed out black blood in mouthfuls. Wei Xiwen looked at the old village owner sadly and said mockingly:
"Is there anyone here? Is there anyone else in Lingwei Villa? Aren't they all the minions of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and Zhao Ziqin's lackeys?"

"Mom, am I so bad in your eyes, so bad that I am not even as good as Zhao Ziqin by a single hair?"

"In other words, in your opinion, family affection is nothing more than a tool that can be replaced at any time. Doesn't it matter even if Zhao Ziqin steps on the bones of your own daughter to ascend to the throne?"

Wei Xiwen said these words lightly, as if he was just discussing whether the weather was good today and whether the air was fresh or not.

"Xiwen, you won't let your father and mother die, right?"

Wei Xiwen's father crawled and grabbed her ankle, staining the snow-white boots with blood. Wei Xiwen hurriedly helped his father up and sat on a stool nearby.

"No, daddy, I can't, I."

Wei Xiwen paused because she saw Wan Moluo standing at the door of the main hall.

When Wan Moluo walked in, he saw many people lying around in the main hall. Among them, apart from Wei Xiwen, the village owner and his husband were still alive.

"It's you! You're not dead!"

The old owner of the village looked at Wan Mo Luo with split eyes, pointed at Wan Mo Luo with trembling fingers, and then looked at Wei Xiwen who was holding her husband down, and immediately had an idea——

"Xiwen, everything was my mother's fault before, and now foreign enemies have invaded. You can't just focus on family grudges."

"Kill her, and you will be the owner of this villa from now on!"

24 days until resignation