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Not to mention that there is no news from Wanmoluo and others.

Did Zhao Ziqin catch them, or did Wan Moluo escape with Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er?

Wei Xicai felt like a canary that was 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 get married, the bright red clothes were spread on the bed like an ominous pool of blood, which made Wei Xicai feel anxious.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. Not only Wei Xicai can't sleep, but even Zhao Ziqin has a 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 the Ten Thousand Poison Sect to come to the 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 your life, it is better to stand up on your own, even if it means taking other people's homes as your own.

"Where's the 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, has he been in the backyard recently?"

"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. Even if she gets married the day after tomorrow,

I’m going, I have to come to compliment the lady tomorrow.”

Hearing this, Zhao Ziqin sneered, 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 her position as the 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 trace of strength in his expression.

"Thanks to you."

Wei Xiwen never likes to just say something when he has something to say. 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 explicit and implicit 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 go with her.

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

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

The place where Wan Mo Luo, 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 likes such uncertain things, but there is a menacing poison waiting for her ahead.

Instead of taking your two useless husbands to die with you, let's take a gamble. It's just 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, but Wei Xiwen paused for a moment before saying:

"Wear linen and wear filial piety."

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

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 patterns shine brightly in the sunlight, making this person look like a dog, as if they are 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 ready to ride the wind at any time, heavy but light.

But whose hemp is it? Whose mourning is it?

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 quiet villa gradually becomes full of people.

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

Today, Wei Xiwen rarely wore clothes with red ring patterns, 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, despite her mother scolding her so unpleasantly, with a smile on her pale face and not answering, but if he wanted her to change into festive clothes, it would be death.

Refuse.

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 Ten Thousand Poison Sect. Although this meeting was inevitably ridiculed and humiliated by them, 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. They waited until they came to the church to get married, then brought Wei Xi into the bridal chamber. Everyone was very drunk and it was finally 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 when she saw Wei Xicai like this, she still 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 just felt disgusted in his heart, and the words he said were not pleasant:

"Zhao Ziqin, you will be punished."

The surroundings were quiet at this time. Zhao Ziqin chuckled 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 allowed her to duck out of the way, but nothing happened.

"Who?!"

Before Zhao Ziqin finished speaking, she heard the sound of a sword piercing the air. 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 already adapted to the darkness, only heard Wei Xi on the bed scream in fear and then hid in 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 one round of 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 the 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! Not dead..."

Her words became weaker and weaker. Wan Moluo watched Zhao Ziqin gradually slump, and mercilessly pulled out the sword of Wan Du Sect in his hand. Blood flowed out from Zhao Ziqin's heart. She I stretched out my 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.

"Wan Mo Luo..."

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 and let him be a happy widow. But when he saw it, Wei Xicai was surprised for a moment because he was Wan Mo Luo.
To be continued...