Ye Li sat calmly in the chair and looked at him, without even her eyes moving at all. The sick scholar looked at Ye Li with some surprise and asked, "You woman is really strange. Are you really Mo Xiuyao's woman?"

Ye Li raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at him in confusion. The sick scholar looked at Ye Li for a while and asked, "Without the ancient square of the fallen flowers, Mo Xiuyao will definitely die. Don't you worry about it? You are not angry when you hear me say this? Ah... I remember, you also heard me say it in Nanjiang. There was no trace at all. Mo Xiuyao herself was not as calm as you." Hearing this, Ye Li smiled bitterly in her heart. She was not calm but pretending to have to calm down. In fact, she wanted to cure the person in front of her now. Unfortunately, she couldn't!

The sick scholar looked at Ye Li up and down, and suddenly laughed and said, "Yes, it's not bad if you really want to save Mo Xiuyao. Follow me in the future. If you follow me, I can be generous and spare Mo Xiuyao's life." Ye Li blinked and asked calmly, "With you? What do the three Pavilion Masters want me to do with you?" The sick scholar looked at her disgustedly and sneered, "Don't you think I like you?" As your identity as a girl who serves tea and water, it's not bad. What do you think?"

Qin Feng, who was standing behind Ye Li, had already changed his face and stepped forward and wanted to take action. Ye Li raised his hand to stop his movements. Calm Lord, I have a bad habit. If I am unhappy, I will definitely make others more unhappy than me. So... If my husband dies..." The sick scholar smiled contemptuously and said, "Didn't the princess want to say you want to kill my wife, right? I'm sorry, I haven't married yet." Ye Li smiled indifferently, and then was interrupted and said, "I want others to die in the whole family. Not to mention your relatives, I can kill them even if you know someone."

"I'm so arrogant!" The sick scholar twitched his eyes slightly and said coldly. This woman thought that the King of Hell is known as the No. 1 killer organization in the world, and even the royal family in Xiling did not take it seriously. She could move it just by saying that? Or did she think that the three Lords of Hell are innocent children and can achieve their goal by just scaring them a few words? Ye Li smiled and said, "Even if the Lord of the Three Lords of the Three Lords of the Three Lords of the Three Lords of the Three Lords of the Three Lords of the Three Lords of the Three Lords of the Three Lords of the Three Lords of the Three Lords of the Two Lords of the Two Lords of the Two Lords of the Two Lords of the Two Lords of the Two Lords of the Two Lords of the Two Lords of the Two Lords of the Two Lords of the Two Lords of the Two Lords of the Two Lords of the Two Lords of the Two Decided to go against the Ding Palace.

For so many years, I haven’t even figured out the strength of my opponent. I don’t understand what kind of hatred the Third Pavilion Master has with our Prince, so you can only take a gamble? I won’t say anything else, without Bi Luohua, you can’t live a life now, how do you take revenge? Look at the Third Pavilion Master’s face and body seem to be much worse than when I was in southern Xinjiang? I wonder if it’s our Prince who is poisoned first or the Third Pavilion Master who dies first?”

The sick scholar stared at Ye Li with a distorted expression and resentment. He had a tragic fate since he was a child and had a distorted personality. He really didn't have any deep hatred with Mo Xiuyao, but in terms of the last person in Mo Xiuyao in this world, he could rank among the top three. It was because Mo Xiuyao's palm destroyed most of his martial arts, which damaged his heart and had heavy injuries. From then on, his martial arts became ill and sick. But in the final analysis, it was the result that the Yanwang Pavilion first came to assassinate Mo Xiuyao. However, the sick scholar hated Mo Xiuyao from then on, and he hated him so much that he never ended. It was like Han Mingyue fell in love with Su Zuidi.

After a while, the sick scholar suddenly laughed, and after a while, he stopped laughing and raised his chin and said to Ye Li: "Princess Ding, you have nothing to say. Even if I die, I will drag Mo Xiuyao to bury him. As for the ancient formula of the fallen flowers, don't bother. No one in this world can solve it. If you accidentally make the life-saving antidote into a deadly poison, don't blame me for not reminding you." Ye Li looked at him quietly for a while and laughed slowly, "Since that's the case, the three Pavilion Masters will stay in the Ding Palace for the time being.

.You might as well see if the prince lived for a long time or you lived for a long time. Even if there is no antidote, as long as the prince lived for one day, he could call the wind and rain. And you... have to lie on the hospital bed for half a year. In addition to fiddling with some useless poisons, you are just a useless waste hiding under the protection of Lord Ling. "Ye Li's voice was gentle and slow, and even a gentle and quiet smile was on her face. However, the words spit out from her mouth were like sharp blades stabbing the heart and lungs of the sick scholar without hesitation.

The sick scholar suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring at Ye Li with indescribable terrifying twist. He stood up and rushed towards Ye Li, "Bitch! You're talking nonsense!"

However, he didn't even have the chance to touch Ye Li. A sharp palm wind knocked him out and threw him into the chair on the side. Before he could recover, a cold and solemn voice came from the door, "Sick Scholar? I think you don't want to be a sick scholar, you want to be a dead scholar!"

The upright man who appeared at the door had some cloud patterns and crimson purple brocade clothes, and his white hair was as white as snow, but he inadvertently revealed the momentum and majesty above all sentient beings. Who wasn't Mo Xiuyao?

The sick scholar was hit by this sudden blow and flew into the chair opposite and spat blood on the spot. He was obviously very injured. But everyone present understood that Mo Xiuyao's palm was definitely merciless. Otherwise, with Mo Xiuyao's palm that could destroy most of the sick scholar's martial arts skills, almost breaking the skill of the heart. With this palm, the sick scholar would never be able to breathe. Mo Xiuyao stepped into the flower hall with a stern body, and his eyes staring at the sick scholar seemed to have ice.

Mo Xiuyao was full of murderous intentions for the sick scholar, and the sick scholar was not merciless to Mo Xiuyao's subordinates. He held up and stared at Mo Xiuyao with a bloody look, and his eyes were so resentful that he wanted to tear the person in front of him apart. Although Ye Li couldn't understand, he had to admit that there was such a kind of person in this world. Even if you offended him a little bit inadvertently, he could hate you and destroy your whole family. The sick scholar obviously was this kind of person. Thinking of this, Ye Li couldn't help but frown slightly. Only the sick scholar knew about the complete prescription of the Bi Luohua. If he really wanted to die together, it would be really difficult to deal with.

Mo Xiuyao sat down beside Ye Li, looking at Ye Li's contemplative look, stretched out her chin and raised her chin to face him. One hand touched the willow-like black eyebrows and said softly, "Don't worry." Knowing that Mo Xiuyao didn't want to worry, Ye Li nodded slightly. The warm and harmonious relationship between the two of them deeply hurt the sick scholar's eyes. He sneered and laughed sharply, "Mo Xiuyao, your body can't last for a few months, right? Haha... I think it's better for you to worry your woman more... Cough cough... When you die, their orphans and widows are not having a good life..."
Chapter completed!