Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

Qingyun Qingli's face remained indifferent and calm. After a moment, she took out the black iron dagger Lin Han gave her and swung it at Murong Qingyi. Several cold lights flashed and the cold iron chains that originally bound Murong Qingyi broke one after another.

The sound of 'clanging' sounded, and Murong Qingyi, who wanted to die, suddenly felt his limbs loosen, and suddenly opened his eyes. Before he understood what was going on, his whole body fell towards the cold ground.

Mo Xuan could have helped Murong Qingyi in time, but he despised Murong Qingyi's confusion and cowardice, and was even more angry at the pain and harm Murong Qingyi had brought to Xi Yan, so he stood motionless beside Xi Yan and watched with cold eyes as Murong Qingyi fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing that Murong Qingyi's injuries were aggravated due to the fall, the blood from the wound seemed to flow faster. The severe pain all over his body made Murong Qingyi couldn't help but grin. The color on his pale face faded instantly, and the corners of Mo Xuan's lips raised a trace of hair. He was unabashedly gloating about his misfortune and felt extremely happy.

Who made you so confused? Not only did you kill your family and relatives, but Xiyan also lost the love and care of her parents since she was a child. She suffered all the cold looks and ridicule from others. She deserved it!

However, Mo Xuan understood deeply that no matter how much Xiyan resented Murong Qingyi's blindness and blindness, which caused Xiyan's closest relatives to pass away one after another, Xiyan would never personally end Murong Qingyi's blood debt and pay for it with blood. After all, Murong Qingyi was Xi's wife. Yan's......

He walked slowly to Murong Qingyi, reached out and tapped several acupuncture points on his body to stop the bleeding, then took out a small white porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, fed him roughly, and then took out a blue pill. She threw the small porcelain bottle to him and said two words coldly: "For external application."

Holding the bottle of holy medicine that is rare in the world for treating trauma, and the severe pain all over his body seemed to have gradually eased a lot, Murong Qingyi was a little at a loss, stood up slowly, and looked at Qingyun, whose face was as quiet as a pool of water, with surprise. And hesitated: "You...why don't you kill me?"

Without her instructions, with the weird and cunning nature of the miracle doctor Mo Xuan, it would be great not to add insult to injury, let alone heal him and give him such a healing medicine.

Is it because he saved her several times?

Thinking about it, this is not impossible. After all, she has always been clear about grudges and will definitely not let herself leave any regrets, especially since he is the master of Juechen Palace.

Playing with the sharp black iron dagger in his hand, Qingyun looked at Murong Qingyi quietly, slightly raising the corners of his lips with a hint of sarcasm, and his dark pupils slowly gathered a layer of mist, like an unfathomable lake, deep and And misty.

"I won't kill you, firstly to repay you for saving my life several times, and secondly because I want you to die clearly."

"You have to die to understand?" Murong Qingyi murmured in a low voice as if he was talking to himself, as if in doubt, feeling inexplicably flustered and uneasy in his heart.

"Not bad!" Qing Yun raised her eyebrows slightly, her expression indifferent and clear: "Murong Qingyi, do you want to know who your biological daughter is?"

Murong Qingyi's expression suddenly changed, her dry and cracked lips moved, but she didn't make a single sound. Her eyes looking at Qingyun were full of eagerness and fear, and a bone-gnawing cold air quickly spread from the soles of her feet to The feeling of panic and uneasiness in my head and heart became more and more intense.

"She is Wan Xue, the saint of Juechen Palace who is also known as 'Morning Shuang Wan Xue' together with Lin Yufen!"

The cold and calm tone was like a pearl falling on a plate, without any tone, but it hit Murong Qingyi's heart like a heavy hammer, causing him to breathe quickly, almost breathless, and stared blankly with a pale face. Staring at Qingyun, he subconsciously shook his head in denial.

"No! This is impossible! How could Wan Xue...how could she be my...biological daughter?"

"You are shocked and surprised, and you can't believe it, right?"

"I......"

Looking coldly at Murong Qingyi, who had a dull expression and opened her mouth to say something, but didn't know what to say. Qingyun's raised eyebrows were tinged with coldness, her dark pupils were as deep as the ocean, and the pear dimples on her cheeks were vaguely visible.

"Even if you don't know the maid next to your wife, so you meet a dying nanny who entrusts the infant Wan Xue to you before she dies, and that time happens to be not long after the Murong family was wiped out, you think it's just a coincidence. ;

Even if Wan Xue's appearance is 60 or 70% similar to your wife's, you still think that there are all kinds of wonders in the world and it's not surprising at all;

Even if you don’t know that Mu Yin and Mu Yin are in the same evening, then Mu Qingyi and Murong Qingyi, two such similar names, can’t they remind you of something?”

Murong Qingyi's eyes were wide open and his mouth was wide enough to stuff an egg in. Murong Qingyi was stunned.

"You can continue to pretend to be confused, or you can continue to deceive yourself and others into thinking that your biological daughter is still missing." Qingyun's cold tone remained calm, but the words he spoke were like ice and snow in the twelfth lunar month, and the icy coldness went straight to Murong. Pure bone marrow.

"But Uncle Leng told me personally that when Mu Qingyi and Sima Qiyun were in love for life, he hoped that Sima Qiyun would trace her life story, but she secretly pursued her for many years and found nothing;

So Sima Qiyun ordered his confidants Leng Yi, my uncle Leng, and Ling Feng to investigate secretly. After many twists and turns, they finally found out that Mu Qingyi was born in the Murong family and was the daughter of Murong Qingyi. Unfortunately, the Murong family was wiped out overnight and she had already died. It was dilapidated, but it was not found out that Murong Qingyi was still alive, let alone that Murong Qingyi was Feng Qingshang, the master of Juechen Palace;

Mu Qingyi was devastated and thought that her parents were no longer alive. In order to express her longing and gratitude to her parents and thank her parents for giving her life, she took the name 'Mu Qingyi'."

"Then you are..." Then you are my granddaughter?

"Sima Shengrui, whose courtesy name is Qiyun, and I am the only daughter of Sima Shengrui and Mu Qingyi, Mu Qingyun!"

Unexpectedly, Wan Xue turned out to be the biological daughter he had been searching for for many years to no avail, and he also had a daughter who was extremely smart and elegant. Shock, excitement, regret, joy, self-blame... all kinds of complex emotions suddenly surged up. In Murong Qingyi's heart, looking at Qingyun's eyes as bright as stars, revealing love and expectation, her whole body trembled involuntarily.

But seeing Qingyun's indifferent and calm expression, her eyes as deep as the sea, and thinking of her own daughter who died young without ever enjoying her father's love for a day, Murong Qingyi's bright and expectant eyes suddenly dimmed again, and they had already recovered. The slightly rosy face turned pale and colorless, and the hoarse and low voice revealed regret and sadness: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!..."

Apart from saying 'I'm sorry', he didn't know how to make up for the harm caused to his biological daughter and granddaughter.

"For your so-called true love, you abandoned your parents, wife, daughter and relatives, causing the entire Murong family to be wiped out; for your so-called daughter Lin Yufeng, you watched helplessly as Lin Yufeng bullied and harmed his own daughter, and finally... You poisoned and murdered your own daughter; for your so-called love for Wu Jiwu, you allowed Zhang Lianwu to assassinate me again and again. If I and the people around me weren't smart and clever, the tragedy of my grandmother and my mother would definitely happen again!"

Hearing Murong Qingyi's meaningless apologies, Qingyun could no longer suppress it. The pain and sadness in her heart caused by the missing family affection gradually aroused her emotions, and her voice became more and more high-pitched and shrill.

"I'm sorry? Can a word of sorry bring back my grandmother who died innocently and in vain and all the relatives of the Murong family? Can a word of sorry bring back my mother who died young? Can a word of sorry make up for the family affection I lost since childhood? Can it? ?”

No one knows that for so many years she has been living extremely cautiously, even with low self-esteem. Even though her father and Uncle Leng loved her very much, and even though her third brother and the others later cared for her and accommodated her, they could never replace the love from her biological parents. , and it cannot eliminate her inner desire for family affection.

It is precisely because of this that Sima Chun in his previous life cared about her, protected her, and took care of her meticulously after he appeared by her side, which deeply warmed her heart. Lin Yufeng's occasional kindness and greetings often made her happy for several days. , she was like a drowning person who sees a life-saving straw, sinking into it without hesitation and unable to extricate herself, thus ending up with such a tragic ending.

And all these tragedies were caused by the man in front of her. How can she be calm? How can she forgive him?

Feeling Qingyun's whole body trembling and the sadness in her heart, Mo Xuan felt the unbearable pain in her heart like thousands of arrows piercing her. He held her tightly in his arms and gently rubbed her back with his long, white hands, hoping to use this Soothe her pain.

"You...I..."

Looking at Qingyun who was lying on Mo Xuan's chest, his shoulders trembling slightly, clearly crying silently, Murong Qingyi was at a loss. He deeply understood that the damage had been done, and even if he sacrificed his life, he could not bring back his lost relatives or make up for the damage done to him. The harm done to this granddaughter.

His life?

Murong Qingyi suddenly thought of something, and a trace of determination flashed through his eyes sadly, so fast that even Mo Xuan didn't notice it: "I know everything is my fault, I don't dare to expect your forgiveness, I just hope you can live happily. !I know that Mr. Mo has a special constitution, and I hope that the Xuanming Heart Sutra can be of help to Mr. Mo!"

After whispering a place, Murong Qingyi raised his hand and patted the top of his head.

Unexpectedly, Mo Xuan quickly tapped his acupuncture points with quick eyes and hands: "If you want to die, don't die in front of Xi Yan!"

The cold voice was like enlightenment, and Murong Qingyi suddenly came to his senses: If he died like this, wouldn't it mean that his granddaughter would be infamous for being unfilial? He is really old and confused!

Outside the stone gate.

Sheng Rong asked Yan Ju in a low voice: "Master Yan Xiang, the old palace master and those two people have been in there for such a long time, will they be harmful to the old palace master?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Master Yan Xiang was about to scold Sheng Rong when a figure suddenly rushed over.