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

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

"I won't leave."

"Why?"

"I can't leave."

"As long as 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 spat 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, but 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.

After a few drops, Wei Xicai refused.

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

"I should find the antidote first and then..."

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

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

"So, do I look good 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...are 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.

It’s 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 Wanmoluo'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 would

This younger brother’s life will certainly 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 around and left.

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

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

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

Before the village owner finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of 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 teacup given on the table, and sipped the tea with the 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 down the tea cup 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, here comes someone!"

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 Wan Du Sect and lackeys of Zhao Ziqin?"

"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 just 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 is good today and whether the air is 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, dad, I can't, I..."

Wei Xiwen paused because she saw Wanmoluo 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, then looked at Wei Xiwen who was holding down her husband, 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..."
Chapter completed!