Mo Zifei gathered his spiritual power in his hands and slowly transported it to the body of the female corpse. The female corpse blinked her long eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes...

After seeing Mo Zifei, she screamed, got up and hid in the innermost part of the bed, holding a pillow in her hand, and trembling all over and said in a low voice: "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Mo Zifei's heart softened and his eyes softened.

"I won't kill you..." He sat down beside the bed, coaxing him like a child: "I won't kill you, come, come here..."

Maybe Mo Zifei's voice was so nice, maybe Mo Zifei's appearance was so fascinating, the female corpse, who was originally very unstable, had her mood stabilized. She stared at Mo Zifei with big eyes, but her hands were still holding the pillow tightly.

"Don't be afraid. My name is Mo Zifei. Do you recognize who Mo Zifei is?" Seeing that the female corpse had no intention of opening her mouth, Mo Zifei had to wave again in a tone of coaxing the child and said, "Come here, come to my side."

The female corpse seemed to have been bewitched, let go of the pillow in her hand and slowly leaned over to crawl towards Mo Zifei. Just as she was about to reach Mo Zifei's side, Mo Zifei moved her hand. She originally wanted to pull her, but she didn't expect that she accidentally frightened the female corpse. She screamed and jumped directly from the bed and ran out of the door.

Mo Zifei was about to chase after him, but the female corpse was inconvenient to move in a white long skirt. She just ran out a few steps and was tripped by her skirt hem and fell directly to the ground.

"Don't run, I won't hurt you." Mo Zifei walked over slowly, not daring to walk fast, for fear of being frightened by the female corpse again.

The weather in the light world is always so strange. When the night falls, a strong wind suddenly hangs. The wind comes in through the window, and the flowers, plants and trees in the hall shake their branches and leaves happily, making a "whisper-swooshing" sound.

At this moment, Mo Zifei finally walked to the female corpse, squatted down carefully, and asked in the softest voice: "What's your name? Do you recognize Yili?"

The female corpse had been putting her guard down for a long time, and her eyes were dissipated, and she was obviously confused. When she heard Mo Zifei's question, she seemed to be unable to understand, and kept shaking her head, and her long hair shook with her movements.

"Be good, answer me, what's your name?" Mo Zifei had already seen that she was unconscious and deliberately reached out to explore her pulse. Her pulse was chaotic and she couldn't pretend.

The female corpse suddenly laughed foolishly and reached out to hold Mo Zifei's face: "It looks good...it's good..."

"Good?" Mo Zifei thought the female corpse was saying that her name was Haokan, but then she realized that she was talking about herself. There was a black thread on her forehead...

The female corpse had been playing with her face for a long time and felt a little bored. She let go of her hand and started playing with the armor Mo Zifei was wearing.

"I don't have much patience, tell me what your name is!" He lost his patience, spread the female corpse's hand and said with a stern face.

The female corpse was silent for a moment, and suddenly stretched out her hand to hold Mo Zifei's face: "It's not good-looking, it's not good-looking!"

This means that he looks bad when he gets angry.

He had no way to lose his temper at a person who was unconscious, and even more so he could not lose his temper at a person who looked exactly like Yili. After thinking, he reached out and gently took off the thin clothes that the female corpse had worn on her body. Because of her unconsciousness, the female corpse did not make such powerless movements as Mo Zifei. She just smiled foolishly and said something that looked good or not.

Mo Zifei did not take off all her clothes, and stopped when her breasts were half exposed. The skin on her right heart was smooth and there were no scars at all.

The only thing that can be confirmed now is that she is not Yili. Mo Zifei remembered that Yili was an orphan with a unclear family background. Perhaps, this female corpse was her twin sister. Now, only this can explain it.

After helping the female corpse put on her clothes, Mo Zifei looked at her and said, "You will be called Yili from now on."

The female corpse was unmoved and began to play with her skirt.

Mo Zifei sighed, feeling guilty in his eyes. After standing up, he walked out of the side hall without hesitation and opened the door. As soon as the door was opened, Feng immediately poured in. Considering that the female corpse named Yili was thin in clothes, he quickly walked out and closed the door.

"Come here." He called out a few dead soldiers and told them to close the windows of the side hall. After he returned to the conference hall in the villa. The so-called conference hall was the same as the place where the emperor went to court, which was where Mo Zifei had sat before.

"Old rule, prepare the carriage and horses. I will take a team of people back first, and the others will arrange this place before coming back." As soon as Mo Zifei finished giving instructions, the Yiqing's confidant Han Yue hurriedly stepped forward a few steps to Mo Zifei.

"Young Fei, why not stay here for a night before going back? It will surely rain heavily tonight. If you go back at this time, it will be difficult to walk on the road." Although Han Yue was afraid of Mo Zifei, she still put forward her own thoughts: "If you are worried that your wife will worry, at most, you can send a message back. Your health is the most important thing!"

Mo Zifei hesitated for a moment. The wind was blowing outside, and it was pitch black. A ray of light rolled in the sky, followed by a deafening thunder.

His eyes tightened. Will Xiao Lige be afraid of such a night?

"If I fell ill in this kind of weather, why should I be called Fei Shao?" Mo Zifei said firmly: "It's settled, go and prepare."

"Yes..." Han Yue turned around and walked a few steps, suddenly turned around and asked in a low voice: "What should I do with that girl...?"

He knew about Yili, but he didn't dare to make arbitrarily decide that it was Yili, so he had to call Yili a girl.

He almost forgot her... Mo Zifei was silent for a long time. There was a strong wind outside, and the sound of trees swaying as if something strange was howling, which seemed particularly terrifying. He couldn't leave her here. Although she was not Yili, he owed Yili. Maybe she was a way to repay.

"Take her back when you go back. This matter must not be spread. Otherwise, I will ask you!" Mo Zifei thought for a while and continued, "Take good treatment, don't make any mistakes."

"Yes!" Han Yue answered firmly, and then she really went out to do business.

The carriage and horses were ready soon. The rain had already started to fall, but it was not heavy. After putting on the windbreaker that was not leaking, Mo Zifei looked in the direction of the side hall and left against the wind without looking back.

The sound of horse hooves gradually disappeared, and Han Yue returned to the main hall. They had a lot to do, which was to control the regime of the villa they captured, ensure that this was Mo Zifei's sphere of influence, clear the traces of war, appease the frightened village villagers, rearrange the decorations in the castle, and eliminate the remaining villa forces.

This is destined to be a sleepless night.

Someone brought Han Yue a cup of refreshing tea. Han Yue put it in front of the tip of her nose and kissed her, frowned. The refreshing tea smelled bad. Thinking of this, he returned the refreshing tea to his subordinates, leaned over and said something in his ear.

The subordinate frowned slightly and said with a little difficulty: "This... does not comply with the rules, right?"

"I won't drink too much! Hurry up!" Han Yue kicked the man in the butt, but it could be seen that the kicking was not very strong.

The subordinate had to leave with refreshing tea, and soon, he brought two jars of wine over.

"This is taken in the kitchen. I don't know if it is poisonous." The subordinate smiled and said, "Why don't I try the poison first..."

"You poison your baby! You guys!" Han Yue kicked him again, and his subordinate almost broke the two jars of wine. Han Yue was so scared that he hurriedly went up and brought the jars of wine: "Be careful with me! You guys!"

The subordinate shrugged, turned to look pitiful and said, "Brother Hanyue, I have worked hard because of no credit, so I can also taste it!"

"Taste your baby head! You guys!" Han Yue kicked him again with two jars of wine, but this time the subordinate learned to be smart and avoided it.

"You guys react quickly, come and reward you!" After saying that, he threw a jar of wine, and his subordinates held it firmly, and smiled "hehe".

The two of them had just taken a few sips, and a loud and urgent "report" interrupted them. Han Yue thought that Mo Zifei was back and was almost choked to death by the sip of wine in her mouth. Not drinking when doing serious business was a rule set by Mo Zifei. If he hadn't been really addicted to alcohol and was very greedy, he wouldn't have gone to drink.

"Is Fei Shao back? What should I do? Where has Fei Shao gone? Hurry up, take my jar of wine and throw it away!" Han Yue seemed a little busy.

The zombie who came in to report replied speechlessly: "No Han Yue's, it's not that Fei Shao is back."

Hearing the words, Han Yue "spised" her mouth, looking a little angry, jumped up and shouted: "Isn't it true that Fei Shao is back, you call me a baby head!? I'm scared to death, you guys!"

"Tell me quickly, what happened." The dead soldier who was kicked by Han Yue several times also kicked the dead soldier who was shouting for a report like Han Yue.

"It's like that. Now it's thundering is constantly blowing. The girl in the side hall... seems a bit abnormal." As soon as the dead soldier finished speaking, the sound of a wine jar falling to the ground.

When I looked up again, Han Yue was gone, and she rushed into the heavy rain without even covering the rain cloak.

"What are you still standing? Go and get the cloak! What if Brother Hanyue gets sick after being wet by the rain?!" After the death warrior gave the order, he chased after him without putting on the cloak.

"Hey! Brother! Cloak! Cloak!" The dead soldier who shouted to report rushed into the rain with two cloaks.

It was a storm. When Han Yue ran to the side hall, she felt like she was jumping into a pond. She could no longer be described as a sowed chicken.
Chapter completed!