There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

Jiang Mo probably had more confidence in Han Fei than he did in himself.

Of course, Jiang Mo also had his own selfish reasons for strongly recommending this guy to Zi Nu and Wei Zhuang, mainly because he found him troublesome.

Jiang Mo was preparing to deal with Nightfall.

But he didn't want his life to consist only of dealing with the night. There were so many wonderful things in the world.

Even if Jiang Mo was used to it, Yan Lingji had never experienced it before.

Let Han Fei handle the direct confrontation with the darkness. Jiang Mo only plans to give everyone a push from behind the scenes at the crucial moment, and at the right time, burn the darkness that shrouds the sky above South Korea to ashes.

To put an end to the silent hatred burning in Yan Lingji's heart.

Jiang Mo didn't have a clear idea of ​​where to go after that, but he certainly wouldn't stay in South Korea or Xinzheng forever.

This isn't his home country.

It wasn't his hometown either.

"Since you've put it that way, young master, then I'll certainly look forward to seeing how that Ninth Young Master Han Fei will perform."

Zi Nu smiled gently, clearly accepting Jiang Mo's strong recommendation.

As night deepened, Jiang Mo and the others, after shuttling back and forth between Xinzheng City and Duanhun Valley, discussed and determined the general direction of their next move before returning to their rooms to rest.

"Huh? What are you doing in my room?"

Because his room was close to Yan Lingji's, Jiang Mo didn't notice at first. It wasn't until he was about to close the door that he realized Yan Lingji had followed him in, and his expression became somewhat subtle.

"Let's see if you're hiding any secrets you don't want anyone to know~"

With a slight hint of intoxication on her face, Yan Lingji took a graceful step closer to Jiang Mo. Just as he thought she was about to press him about her identity again, she suddenly changed the subject:

"For example, fine wine and delicacies, or keeping a mistress in a golden house, etc."

As she spoke, Yan Lingji bypassed Jiang Mo, reached under the covers, and pretended to look at the space under the bed before sitting down on the bed very naturally.

Her long, slender legs were crossed very naturally.

The embroidered shoes on her feet wobbled precariously, revealing her rounded heels.

"Actually, what I wanted to ask was, why did you have to plant a Gu worm in that Mo Ya? Wouldn't it have been simpler and more straightforward to just kill him or capture him and interrogate him?"

Flipping a strand of hair from her shoulder, Yan Lingji adopted a serious expression.

Mo Ya thought he had barely escaped from the three of them by using all his strength, but he didn't know that Yan Ling Ji and Wei Zhuang hadn't used their full strength from the beginning.

Otherwise, capturing them alive might be troublesome.

But killing them would be an easy task.

“Killing Mo Ya will only bring Bai Feng, and killing Bai Feng will naturally result in other successors. Focusing on killing these lackeys will not solve the root of the problem.”

Jiang Mo originally wanted to get rid of them.

Seeing that the other party was rarely talking about serious matters, I patiently began to explain:

"Besides, there are many things that even if he is Ji Wuye's confidant, he may not know. In this way, you can get more information from him that you want to know."

"for example?"

"For example, Musou..."

Upon hearing this name, Yan Lingji immediately became serious.

She subconsciously leaned closer to Jiang Mo.

Her expression was very serious, but her clothes were anything but.

However, he subconsciously leaned forward slightly, and the scarlet gauze, as light as mist shrouding cold water, slipped down slightly, letting out a lot of white moonlight through the open bodice.

The gently trembling waves, like a tranquil harbor, invite one to moor on the Qinhuai River and linger there.

The alcohol that entered her stomach accelerated the flow of blood and qi, and a few beads of sweat slid down her delicate skin like morning dew.

It rolled all the way into the deep ravine.

What hits you isn't the sour smell of sweat, but a rich, alluring fragrance of mature fruit.

The rush made Jiang Mo a little dizzy.

He didn't speak, but instead bit his tongue lightly and glanced at the door that wasn't fully closed.

Yan Lingji immediately understood and got up to go to the door to prepare for a private conversation, in order to prevent anyone from overhearing and leaking the secret.

"Crack~"

As soon as Yan Lingji placed her hands on the door, before she could even exert any force, she felt a sharp pain in her buttocks.

The loud slap echoed in the corridor.

As she pondered, Yan Lingji subconsciously leaned forward slightly.

Jiang Mo's sudden attack was completely unexpected by Yan Lingji.

She noticed that the other person was following behind her and walking towards the door.

Seeing the other person peeking around and looking around suspiciously, they assumed that Jiang Mo was checking the surroundings to prevent their conversation from being overheard.

She was secretly delighted.

She realized that she and Jiang Mo were indeed the closest, sharing a secret that Zi Nu could never access.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Mo, who had been acting passively, launched a surprise attack from behind.

Caught completely off guard, Yan Lingji was unable to mount any effective defense or dodge.

I got a solid slap on the buttock.

That slap was no joke.

Like a stone thrown into a lake, creating ripples, Yan Lingji's pert buttocks also rippled with waves of flesh, centered on the spot where Jiang Mo's palm landed.

Following the force from her hips, Yan Lingji staggered forward and took two steps.

He couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

However, the cry of pain stopped abruptly as Yan Lingji herself raised her hand to cover her mouth, silencing the suggestive sound.

He was clearly the one who got hit.

How could I have made such a sound?

Thinking of those moans that were more like wanton moans than expressions of pain, even Yan Lingji couldn't help but blush with embarrassment and subconsciously turned her head to scan her surroundings.

She is very open in front of Jiang Mo, but that doesn't mean she's willing to let others have her way.

Especially those who frequented places like Zilan Pavilion, each and every one of them filled Yan Lingji with disgust.

Fortunately, although the moaning sound was very alluring, it was a common occurrence in Zilan Pavilion and did not attract any onlookers.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Yan Lingji wanted to confront Jiang Mo.

When she turned around, she found that the door had been tightly closed behind her at some point.

be cheated!

With this thought in mind, Yan Lingji raised her hand to bang on the door, but then she heard Jiang Mo's voice slowly coming from behind the door:

"With the Gu poison I planted on Mo Ya, we can pinpoint its recent whereabouts. I'll have to trouble you with that."

"But if we want to find out where Wushuang is being held, we'll need the help of Zinu and the others."

"Amo, why did you have to do this so suddenly?"

Her eyes twitched slightly, and Yan Lingji smiled gently, attempting to lure the door open with a charming and alluring voice:

"If you want a reward, just say so!"

There was a brief silence behind the door.

This was followed by a somewhat helpless voice: "What reward?"

"That's your punishment for disobeying and refusing to apologize!"

Ignoring Yan Lingji's soft words and seductive enticements outside the door, Jiang Mo locked the door from the inside, using not only a bolt but also a heavy brass lock.

"It's late, go and get some rest."

Hearing Jiang Mo's firm words, Yan Lingji immediately realized that her plan to stay in his room and probe him further was probably doomed to failure.

Compared to that rather heavy slap just now.

This refusal to open the door felt more like a punishment for her disobedience.

"Why do you have to get along with that woman..."

Even though she had the power to do so, Yan Lingji never considered actually forcibly breaking down the door. Instead, she rubbed her burning buttocks and muttered softly.

Clearly, she had long ago discerned the hidden intentions behind Jiang Mo's words.

However, I was still very unwilling.

There was no response from behind the door.

As Jiang Mo himself said, he had already gone to bed to rest.

With a silent sigh, Yan Lingji could only turn and walk towards her room, still pondering what action to take tomorrow.

Inside the house, Jiang Mo breathed a sigh of relief as he listened to Yan Lingji's voice gradually fading into the distance.

He had indeed lay down on the bed, but despite being physically exhausted, Jiang Mo was unusually excited and found it difficult to fall asleep.

In the pitch-black night, he stared silently at the hand raised in front of his eyes.

Just now, Jiang Mo slapped Yan Lingji hard with this hand.

The fingertips seemed to still carry a faint, mature fragrance.

A warm sensation lingers in the palm.

Perhaps it was truly a blessing from heaven, for although Yan Lingji was not skilled in martial arts, her body curves remained remarkably firm and graceful. Her plump hips and legs were not loose and saggy, but rather full of elasticity.

Not only does it feel great to the touch, but its shape and curves are also perfect.

One glance is enough to remind one of those huge, juicy peaches that weigh down the branches.

Her fair and delicate skin was exceptionally alluring.