Ye Li sat calmly on the chair and looked at him. Even her eyes did not move. Sickly Scholar looked strangely at Ye Li and asked, "You really are a strange woman. Are you really Mo Xiuyao's woman?"
Ye Li raised an eyebrow and looked in puzzlement at him. Sickly Scholar examined Ye Li for a moment and then asked, "Without the ancient recipe for the Blue Jade Falling Flower, Mo Xiuyao would have died without a doubt. Are you not worried at all? Are you not angry at me for saying this? Ah … … I remember now. You also heard me say this in Nan Jiang. At that time, you did not show any traces. Even Mo Xiuyao himself is not as calm as you. "Hearing this, Ye Li grimaced inside. How could she be calm? She was pretending that she had no choice but to be calm. In reality, she really wanted to teach the person in front of her a lesson right now. But she could not!
Sickly Scholar examined Ye Li. After a while, he suddenly smiled and said, "I have it. If you really want to save Mo Xiuyao, it is not impossible. Follow me in the future. If you follow me, this master will be more generous and spare Mo Xiuyao's little life. "Ye Li blinked and asked calmly," Follow you? What does Third Pavilion Master want me to do with you? " Sickly Scholar looked at her with disdain and sneered, "You don't think that this master likes you, right? With your status, it's not bad for you to be a servant girl who serves tea for me. What do you think? "
Standing behind Ye Li, Qin Feng's expression changed. He took a step forward and was about to attack. Ye Li raised a hand to stop him. She looked calmly at Sickly Scholar and said, "Third Pavilion Master, I have a bad habit. If I am not happy, I will make others even more unhappy than me. So … … if my husband dies … … "Sickly Scholar gave a disdainful smile and said," Princess, you don't want to say that you want to kill my wife, right? I'm very sorry, this master has not married yet. "Ye Li gave a faint smile and continued after being interrupted," I want other people's entire family to die. Not to mention your family, even if it is someone you know, this consort can kill them all. "
"Shameless boasting!" Sickly Scholar's eyes twitched as he said coldly. Did this woman think that the Yanwang Chamber was the number one assassin's organization in the world and that they did not even put the Emperor Of Xiling's office in their eyes? Or did he think that he, the Third Pavilion Master of the King of Hell's Pavilion, was an inexperienced child who could achieve his goal with just a few words? Ye Li smiled and said, "Even if Third Pavilion Master doubts my abilities, you shouldn't doubt the abilities of the Black Cloud Cavalry and the Qilin. Or is it that Third Pavilion Master is determined to oppose the Prince Ding Mansion for so many years, but you have not even figured out the strength of your opponent? This consort does not understand what kind of deep hatred there is between Third Pavilion Master and our Prince that you have to stake it all on one throw? Not to mention anything else, without the Falling Jade Flower, with your distinguished self's current body, who knows when he will die. How will you take revenge? This consort sees that Third Pavilion Master's complexion and body are much worse than when he was in Nan Jiang, right? When the time comes, will it be our Prince's poison or Third Pavilion Master's illness that acts up first? "
Sickly Scholar's expression was twisted as he glared at Ye Li with a face full of resentment. His life had been full of misfortune since he was young, causing his personality to become twisted and he would seek revenge for the smallest grievance. There was no deep hatred between him and Mo Xiuyao, but in this world, he could be ranked in the top three of Mo Xiuyao's people. It was because Mo Xiuyao's palm had crippled most of his martial arts and damaged his heart meridians, causing his martial arts to stagnate and his body to become sickly. But in the end, it was because the Yanwang Chamber of Commerce had tried to assassinate Mo Xiuyao first. However, Sickly Scholar hated Mo Xiuyao from then on. Moreover, he hated him to the bone and he would not rest until he was dead. It was as unreasonable as Han Mingyue falling in love with Su Zuidie.
After a while, Sickly Scholar suddenly began to chuckle. After a while, he stopped laughing and raised his chin to look at Ye Li, "Princess Ding, there is nothing you can say. Even if I die, I will drag Mo Xiuyao down with me. As for the ancient recipe for the Falling Jade Flower, you don't have to worry about it. No one in this world can solve it. If you accidentally turn the life-saving antidote into a deadly poison, don't blame me for not warning you. " Ye Li quietly looked at him for a while, then slowly smiled, "In that case, Third Pavilion Master can stay in the Prince Ding Mansion for the time being. Why don't you see who will live longer, Prince or you. Even if there is no antidote, as long as Prince is alive, he will be able to call the wind and summon the rain. As for you ….. you will have to lie in bed for half a year. Other than playing with some useless poisons, you are just a useless piece of trash hiding under Pavilion Master Ling's protection. " Ye Li's voice was soft and slow. Even her face had a gentle and refined smile. However, the words that came out of her mouth were like sharp blades that stabbed into Sickly Scholar's heart without hesitation.
Sickly Scholar's eyes suddenly widened. He stared at Ye Li with an indescribably terrifying expression. He suddenly stood up and threw himself at Ye Li. "Bitch! You're speaking nonsense! "
However, he didn't even have the chance to touch Ye Li. A fierce palm wind knocked him out and threw him into a chair to the side. Before he could recover, a cold and harsh voice came from the door. "Sickly Scholar? I think you don't want to be Sickly Scholar, you want to be a dead scholar! "
The tall man who appeared at the door was dressed in a purple brocade robe with cloud patterns. His white hair was casually tied up. He unconsciously exuded an aura and majesty that surpassed all living beings. Who else could it be but Mo Xiuyao?
Sickly Scholar was sent flying into a chair by this sudden attack. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. It was clear that his injuries were not light. However, everyone present knew that Mo Xiuyao had definitely held back. Otherwise, with Mo Xiuyao's strength that could cripple most of Sickly Scholar's martial arts and almost break his heart, there was no way that Sickly Scholar would still be breathing after this attack. Mo Xiuyao stepped into the reception pavilion with a murderous aura. His eyes seemed to freeze over as he stared at Sickly Scholar.
Mo Xiuyao was filled with killing intent towards Sickly Scholar. Sickly Scholar didn't feel the slightest bit of gratitude towards Mo Xiuyao's mercy. He propped himself up and glared at Mo Xiuyao with eyes that were about to pop out of their sockets. His gaze was so venomous that it seemed like he couldn't wait to tear the person in front of him to shreds. Although Ye Li couldn't understand, she couldn't help but admit that there were such people in this world. Even if you accidentally offended them a little, they would hate you so much that they wanted to exterminate your entire family. Sickly Scholar was clearly such a person. Thinking of this, Ye Li couldn't help but frown slightly. Only Sickly Scholar knew the complete prescription for the Falling Jade Flower. If he really wanted Mo Xiuyao to die even if it meant that he would rather die together with Mo Xiuyao, then things wouldn't be easy to handle.
Mo Xiuyao sat down beside Ye Li. Looking at Ye Li's frowning appearance, he reached out and lifted her chin to face him. His hand lightly stroked her willowy eyebrows as he said softly, "Don't worry." Knowing that Mo Xiuyao didn't want her to worry, Ye Li smiled slightly and nodded. The warmth and harmony between the two of them pierced Sickly Scholar's eyes. He laughed coldly and said in a shrill voice, "Mo Xiuyao, your body won't be able to hold on for more than a few months, right? Haha … I think it's better if you let your woman worry a little more … cough cough … when you die, their lives won't be easy … "
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