Mo Wuji died, and his lover used him as a shield to let the other women beat him to death. After that, he actually left behind the words' even I don't fancy you as a concubine 'and left. However, he didn't know that the Mo Wuji who had woken up had already changed his soul and the killing intent in his eyes had become cold. She was a ruthless, ruthless, double-sided spy at the modern CIA. Once she died, she became an unknown bastard in the House of the Marquis of Wanningham-sur-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. Her father didn't hurt her, her grandmother didn't love her, and she had no one to rely on to deal with the torture and torture of some shameless scum who came to her door asking to marry her as a concubine. Hehe, if she can't die, then I'll go back and feed the tiger.