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

Now that you've already cut off my ears, you can't cut off my head next!

However, Scorpion knew that this was not the time to relax and celebrate, because the opponent's blood-stained sword was still pressed against his throat.

Even the surrounding massacre showed no sign of stopping.

Ignoring his subordinates, and fearing that Jiang Mo wouldn't know how precious the gift he was about to present was, Poison Scorpion immediately put on a fawning smile and, like a salesperson, enthusiastically touted, "That's right, Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Wine!"

"This is a fine wine, a specialty of Baiyue. The raw materials alone require seven kinds of rare flowers and seven kinds of exotic insects. Even in the past, it was a rare and precious item in Baiyue. Now it is even harder to find!"

Feeling that worldly values ​​alone might not be enough to impress such a sage, the Scorpion added:

"This item is also very beneficial for improving internal martial arts skills..."

"I know."

Once he was sure he hadn't misheard, Jiang Mo didn't bother listening to Scorpion's explanation any longer and coldly interrupted him.

He certainly knew about the Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Wine.

If he hadn't heard that familiar sound, his sword wouldn't have missed by even a fraction. However, as far as Jiang Mo knew, this stuff was extremely difficult to brew.

If not handled carefully, it could become a pure poison.

Only a master brewer with many years of experience would dare to take on such a challenging task. Even he and Yan Lingji did not possess the relevant skills.

It is astonishing that even under these circumstances, the Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Wine still exists in the world.

Could it be that Li Kai stole the treasure of the King of Han?

Doubts arose in his mind, but Jiang Mo didn't dwell on it. Instead, he pushed the Reverse Scale Sword forward a third further: "Enough nonsense, say something useful."

As I said before, even if you kill him, the stuff will still belong to Jiang Mo.

Besides, this was originally a congratulatory gift that Li Kai had prepared for him.

Using what was stolen from him as ransom, did Jiang Mo seem like such an easy person to talk to? If he didn't think the scorpion had any value, he would have stabbed the other man with his sword long ago.

"Please ask me whatever you want, sir, and I will answer to the best of my knowledge."

The scorpion, bowing and scraping, seemed quite cooperative, but Jiang Mo couldn't help but raise an eyebrow upon hearing this: "Hmm? Do I have to ask? Are you planning to make me bid for your life?"

Amidst a cold laugh, Jiang Mo subtly moved his wrist.

The reverse scale did not advance an inch, but a bluish-gray light flowed around it. The broken blade stuck in the scorpion's waist acupoint immediately began to twist, like a bloodthirsty piranha trying to burrow into its body.

"Ji Wuye, General Ji Wuye ordered me..."

Such excruciating pain, akin to being slowly sliced ​​to death, would be unbearable even for someone like Poison Scorpion. Amidst her cries of agony, she was about to reveal the greatest secret she knew, in order to at least pique Jiang Mo's interest.

But he failed.

It wasn't that the news wasn't significant enough, but rather that a jet-black feather blade had pierced his throat.

You broke your promise...

Despicable and shameless.

His gaze shifted from the feathered blade that had left such a deep impression on him, and the scorpion stared at Jiang Mo with his eyes bulging out, his lips moving as if he wanted to question why the other had broken his promise.

All that could be uttered were incoherent gasps.

"Tch, they've come over. But it's alright, the main objective has been achieved. It's just some inside information, nothing important."

Jiang Mo didn't look at him at all, but instead looked up at the door.

However, just as the scorpion stretched out his blood-stained hands, seemingly unwilling to let go and try to grab his clothes, he suddenly spun around and kicked the scorpion.

"Also, I never said I was going to let you go, did I?"

With a loud bang, the scorpion king, sent flying backward, crashed heavily into the wall behind him. Like a fly swatted dead, it was not only stuck to the wall and unable to fall, but it also exploding into a nauseating stench.

A clump of condensed, lingering, ghastly green poisonous fog.

Clearly, the scorpion was far from as docile as he appeared, and was probably waiting for Jiang Mo to relax his guard before launching a sneak attack.

Even on his deathbed, he wanted to self-destruct.

So here's the question: was the reason for eliminating the scorpion's feather blade to prevent him from revealing secrets, or was it because they were worried he might accidentally launch a sneak attack?

Jiang Mo withdrew his gaze from the scorpion and stared intently at the doorway.

Before the heavy door that had been pushed open again at some unknown time, a thin figure stood quietly, gazing silently at Jiang Mo.

Outside, the torrential rain continued relentlessly.

Mo Yuan, who rushed over, was soaked to the bone by the rain, which clung to her thin and slender body. Her already gloomy face appeared even paler, seemingly affected by the cold, giving her a sickly look.

It is clearly the king of all birds, and clearly the Grim Reaper who strikes fear into the hearts of everyone in Xinzheng City.

But he stood there, letting the rain drip from his wet hair, looking as disheveled as if he had been caught in a typhoon and torrential rain. No family members came to pick him up, and no classmates were willing to lend him an umbrella. He was just a pathetic kid who could only rush into the wind and rain alone.

Like a weary bird with no forest to return to, it can only wander aimlessly in the rainy night.

"Sigh, why bother? I told you long ago, don't get hung up on birds... they're not as good as you think."

With a soft sigh, Jiang Mo looked at the once fledgling swallow with a complicated expression.

When he came to the Poison Scorpion Sect, he was already prepared to encounter Mo Ya and had thought of many words in his mind, such as "I am very disappointed in you".

But when the time came, all that could come out of their mouths was a helpless sigh.

His body swayed slightly, as if he had been startled awake from a dream. Mo Ya looked at his elder brother, who was almost identical to the one in his memory, and subconsciously took a step to approach him, but then immediately stopped.

Birds always need nests, and people always need homes.

"Otherwise, how would we get through this long, cold night? How would we have a safe place to hide when nightmares strike?"

"Alright, that's enough."

Jiang Mo waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for him to reveal information in such a riddle-like manner. He pointed to the passage leading to the dungeon and spoke without hesitation:

"I'm taking both the people and the things with me."

Should we stop them?

There was no response. Mo Ya simply retreated slowly, disappearing quickly into the dark rainy night. Jiang Mo, without delay, entered the dungeon and grabbed the wine jar.

Only after they were far away from the Poison Scorpion Gate did they see flames soaring into the sky amidst the rain.

"This kid... well, I can't control him. I couldn't even persuade Hu Meier, let alone this brat who thinks he's all grown up."

After muttering a few words, Jiang Mo was about to plunge into the rain.

Suddenly, a beautiful woman appeared with an umbrella, her delicate fragrance, like that of a fragrant orchid, overpowering the damp, earthy smell that was typical of rainy days.

The uninvited woman, Zi Nu, looked at him with a hint of reproach.

She seemed annoyed by Jiang Mo's aloofness.

Without saying much, the two quickly returned to the residence where Jiang Mo was currently living. Nongyu, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, was already waiting there anxiously.

Seeing Jiang Mo return safely with Li Kai, he finally felt relieved.

Li Kai, who reached out to help Jiang Mo over, looked at the new injuries on his father's body and couldn't help but feel heartache. He didn't know how to thank Jiang Mo.

"Sniff, could this smell be..."

But the little glutton, oblivious to the atmosphere, sniffed the aroma and squeezed in. Reaching out to take the unassuming wine jar from Jiang Mo's hand, Yan Lingji's face lit up with surprise and delight:

"Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Wine?!"

She hugged Jiang Mo tightly, her pretty face revealing a look of reminiscence and longing.

Chapter 45 is really biased.

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The passage of time in the book seemed to be getting faster and faster compared to the outside world. In the past few days, Jiang Mo entered the dungeon intermittently. He didn't feel that much time had been spent, but when he calculated carefully, several years had actually passed in the dungeon.

That's enough for the little girl to grow into a young woman.

But Bai Mushuang in front of him seemed unaffected by the passage of time; her face, as smooth as a snow sculpture, did not even have a single wrinkle.

It is said that some people are born with a youthful appearance.

While their peers grow old and look haggard, they still maintain a youthful appearance and temperament, as if they have been favored and blessed by the goddess of time.

Perhaps Bai Mushuang is one of them.

As Jiang Mo's "White Ink" movement technique grew stronger and stronger, when he stood next to Bai Mushuang, they looked less like godmother and godson and more like siblings.

As a result, various rumors and gossip spread in secret.

Jiang Mo, who devoted almost all his energy to honing his martial arts skills, shouldn't have known about these criticisms, but these rumors didn't escape Bai Yishu's ears. So, during one of Jiang Mo's attempts to discipline her for making a mistake, this young and trendy woman, now in her teens, brought out the relevant information.

He was trying to use this to persuade Jiang Mo to show mercy.

Was he deliberately revealing this to me to warn or remind him, or to make me feel uneasy and create a rift between me and Bai Mushuang...?

To be honest, Jiang Mo couldn't figure out Bai Yishu's thoughts.

No matter what kind of wicked ideas the other party had in their little brain, Jiang Mo would deal with them by using family discipline and corporal punishment.

Want to get leniency?

But this is bribery, which is an even bigger crime! You're still going to get a good spanking! Never mind this or that, just lie there obediently for now!

As for Bai Mushuang herself, whether she had heard of those rumors...

Jiang Mo was initially inclined to know, but at this moment, he couldn't help but look up at Bai Mushuang, who was sitting in front of him and had deliberately dismissed everyone else, leaving only the two of them in his bedroom. For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a little uncertain.

In particular, the other side had shed its usual military uniform and, unusually, donned a red outfit.

It's hard not to overthink it.

Even though Bai Mushuang didn't pay much attention to her appearance like ordinary women, her snow-white face was unadorned with any makeup, and her smooth, white hair was simply tied up and allowed to cascade down her straight back, she was still naturally beautiful.

Especially her bright red dress made her look like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, making her exceptionally eye-catching and beautiful.

Jiang Mo couldn't help but want to recite a poem:

I've forgotten the beginning and the end, but in short, it's about a pear blossom overshadowing a crabapple blossom...

Is that correct?

Yes, yes, as an adopted son, it's my duty to help him solve his problems. Besides, this is a win-win situation; I've even gained a higher generation in the family. It was just a casual, sarcastic remark back then, but now it seems I might actually become Bai Yifei's father.