The young man who cultivated the truth returned to the city

"Why did I insult her so crazily?" Ji Mo looked confused.

"You..." Zhao Shiyao listened to him repeating these words, and for some reason, her mind couldn't help but recall that night three years ago...

The man in front of him was tearing his clothes crazily, like a beast full of desire, but he didn't know what kind of poison he had been poisoned, and he had no strength at all, so he could only do whatever he wanted to him.

His movements were so rough, his breathing was so rapid, and even as soon as he finished tearing off his clothes, he got straight to the point...

When she thought of this, Zhao Shiyao's face turned red. She was blushing from both anger and embarrassment. She was probably 80% angry and 20% ashamed.

But Ji Mo didn't notice her expression.

"Did you misunderstand something?" Jimo said immediately: "It was not my original intention to insult her!"

"You still don't admit it!" The ice spike in Zhao Shiyao's hand suddenly appeared and pressed directly on Ji Mo's neck. His whole body became cold: "You don't even have the courage to admit it?"

"I'm just telling the truth." Seeing her suddenly getting angry, Ji Mo could only say with a serious expression.

"What could it be if it wasn't your intention?" Zhao Shiyao's ice thorn pressed towards Ji Mo's neck, and soon touched Ji Mo's neck. The ice thorn was very sharp and broke the skin if it touched it.

"Someone framed me!" Ji Mo didn't expect that Zhao Yuedong would be so angry, as if it was not Zhao Shiyao but her who was raped by him.

"Excuse!" Zhao Shiyao's ice spike stabbed his neck.

Ji Mo was a little angry and said: "Since you don't believe anything I say, then why don't you just kill me?"

"..." Zhao Shiyao calmed down and felt that she was too impulsive.

"Say." She pulled out the ice thorn and stared at Ji Mo coldly.

Seeing that she finally calmed down, she recalled: "It was my birthday three years ago. Many children from the six major aristocratic families came to celebrate for me. There were many people. They toasted me one cup after another. Because I was happy, I accepted everyone who came. I took it, and while I was drinking I felt something was wrong with my body, but it was too late when I realized it. My consciousness was very blurry, and I was pushed into a room by a masked man. There was a woman in that room, that was your lady. I knew that I had been given a very poisonous sex drug. At that time, my consciousness had almost disappeared, and I couldn't control my body. Then it happened... …Finally, when I woke up, I was alone in the bed, and soon a group of people rushed in from outside and caught me. Only then did I know that I had been framed.”

After hearing what he said, Zhao Shiyao couldn't help but recall the blushing scene three years ago in her mind. She found that this man was really abnormal at that time. His eyes were very red and his movements were very rough. It didn't look like he was enjoying himself at all. Rather, it was like an instinctive desire. He was indeed in a state of being drugged.

That means... it was not this man who was poisoned when he was poisoned, and it was not this man who caught him. This man was not even involved in the slightest. On the contrary, he was still a victim.

Zhao Shiyao suddenly felt an emptiness in her heart. It turned out that the person she had hated for three years was just innocent...

"Why didn't you explain it clearly before?"

"Do you think the Zhao family will believe my explanation?" Ji Mo said with a bitter smile.

"Since you are innocent, why do you still come to atone? This is not your fault." Zhao Shiyao said.

"Even if I am innocent, your lady hates me. How can she relieve her hatred if I don't die?" Jimo said.

"..."

Zhao Shiyao was stunned. Yes, he was innocent, but it was him who she had always hated...

He is terminally ill and still thinking that dying in his own hands before death can relieve his hatred, but he is thinking about how to torture him to make his life worse than death...

It turns out that I am the one who is extremely unbearable...

Zhao Shiyao felt sorry for him at this time, and also blamed herself.

The frost on her face had disintegrated, leaving only an expression of self-blame and melancholy.

Ji Mo saw her depressed look and said, "Do you completely believe me now?"

Zhao Shiyao nodded.

"Then can you tell me where your lady is?" Jimo asked. Now that she finally believes in herself, she should tell herself where Zhao Shiyao is.

Zhao Shiyao hesitated and thought it would be better not to tell him her identity earlier because she didn't want to face this man head-on.

"I really don't know. Only senior members of the Zhao family know her whereabouts. How could I, a servant, know about her whereabouts?" Zhao Shiyao said.

"A servant of the Zhao family? Your Zhao family is so rich that even one of your servants drives a Lamborghini." Ji Mo rolled his eyes at her.

"..." At this moment, Zhao Shiyao realized that her words were full of loopholes.

"Ignoring your identity, I just want to know if you are willing to help me find her?" Ji Mo said again.

Zhao Shiyao thought about her anger day and night for three years. Although this man was also a victim, after all, he was the one who put her...

She decided not to kill him, but she definitely had to get something back, otherwise she would be too sorry for being angry day and night for three years.

"It's okay if you want me to help you, but as long as I ask you to do something, you must do it." Zhao Shiyao said.

Hearing her words, a big stone fell in Ji Mo's heart, and Zhao Yue was finally willing to help him.

"Okay, as long as I can do what you say, I will do my best."

"Okay. That's all for today. I have to leave first."

"Um."

Zhao Shiyao got up and left, and Ji Mo smiled and said he would not see her off.

He still did not know that the person who walked out of his room was the one he was looking for.

"I'd better heal my wounds."

A stone fell from his heart, and Ji Mo healed his wounds in a very relaxed manner.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yuhua came back and brought him a lot of nutritional supplements, and chatted with him for a while.

"Ji Mo, I think you should arrange a nanny for you, otherwise it will be inconvenient for you to do anything with your injuries like this." Zhang Yuhua said.

"No, I can still move by myself." Ji Mo refused.

"Move?" Zhang Yuhua looked at him lying on the bed like a paralyzed person, and said speechlessly: "Is this called being able to move?"

"..." Ji Mo admitted that without anyone to help him, he was indeed... a little difficult to move.

"Yuhua, do me a favor."

"What is it, just tell me directly, why are you being polite to me?"

"Please buy me some medicinal herbs, these medicinal herbs are a bit expensive." Ji Mo said.

"It's just this little thing, leave it to me." Zhang Yuhua patted his chest and smiled.

"Then I'll write down the herbs for you."

After a while, Ji Mo wrote a long list of names of herbs on a piece of paper. Zhang Yuhua took it and looked at it, and found it really hard to understand. What Lanling grass, what Chi Liuye, what Yinxin flower... he had never heard of them.

"You are not going to use these herbs to make pills or something?" Zhang Yuhua had read in novels that cultivators can make pills, so can Ji Mo do it too?

"Yes, make some healing medicine."

"Oh my God! It really works! You are already omnipotent..."

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