No matter how shrewd the head of Wen’s family is, no matter how cruel and ruthless it is, it is far from comparing Wen Yao’s plan. Now he is watching all his tribe members die at the hands of his enemies, and his life and death are also controlled.

Even if you want to die, you can't.

Bei Minglie sighed, and looked at Wen Yao with his eyes no longer as underestimated as before.

"Since the matter has been settled, the room you lived in before has been cleaned in advance, so I can take you to see it now."

Wen Yao waved his hand: "No hurry, the head of the Beiming family, I have another thing to say."

"oh?"

Wen Yao turned around and looked outside the door in the distance. At some point, some soldiers and horses came. These people were wearing official clothes and looked like guards in the Tianheng Dynasty government office.

The people in these aristocratic families come from all directions, and of course they also have some understanding of the status of the Northern Underworld. Logically speaking, these guards of the government offices dare not approach this place on weekdays.

An unexpected look flashed through Bei Minglie's eyes.

Wen Yao narrowed his eyes and went to the roadside with Mo Dongliu, allowing the rest of the people to give in, leaving a piece of open space.

The emperor of the Prefecture brought the people in. He smiled and looked flattering. He nodded and saluted to the people around him, and asked his subordinates to carry something in.

Seeing the long stretcher and a human-shaped object covered by the stretcher, everyone covered their noses and stared at them with their eyes widened.

Because the corpse has been left in the heat for a few days, it has somewhat changed its taste and has attracted many people's disgust.

"Give it, give it!"

The emperor of the prefecture shouted and asked the guards to place him next to the dead Wen family.

Wen Yao and Mo Dongliu approached and lifted the veil, revealing the lineup of the corpse inside.

Someone took a breath: "Isn't this the head of the Yue family?"

"That's right, it's not like being killed by bandits, how did you bring it here to do what?"

Bei Minglie's pupils contracted, and he suddenly felt that Wen Yao and Mo Dongliu might have other purposes when they came here today.

"Yao'er, Dongliu, what are you doing?"

Wen Yao said: "I don't do anything, I just seek justice for my grandfather. He suddenly died outside Beiming City. I want to find the real murderer who killed him."

If he killed the head of the family, no one could afford such a crime. Even the Beiming family cared about their own face.

There are so many small families under him. If bad remarks are circulated by others, it will inevitably cause some unnecessary chaos.

Bei Minglie closed his eyes. He was not a fool. Now things are connected together, and he understands.

"The conditions you two have proposed before are intentionally contributing to the current situation?"

Wen Yao smiled but said nothing.

The idea was that she made the truth. All the specific arrangements were Mo Dongliu's intentions. Now the facts and evidence are in front of you, and you can tell at a glance.

"I didn't know who killed my grandfather before, and who would have thought that I had accidentally seen the murder method of the secret guards of the Beiming Mansion. Although that kind of knife is not the same as the one he was in, the way of falling the knife was exactly the same."

After saying that, she directly found a few people who knew martial arts to experiment and confirmed her guess in front of everyone.

"Now, all the depth marks of the knife wounds on the corpses of these Wen family are exactly the same as those on my grandfather's body. Can you tell me who is the real murderer?"

Although Wen Yao is not from Yue's family, he is Mo Dongliu's legitimate wife. Naturally, his grandfather is also hers, so she doesn't have any pressure when she screams.

No one corrected her titles, and everyone was deeply in deep contemplation, and the truth was obviously terrifying.

It seems that the Yue family was really the one from the Beiming family who killed the people.

The evidence is conclusive, and the comparison of scars on the surface makes the atmosphere of the Beiming Palace very stalemate.

The face of the prefecture was covered with sweat. After all, this was the inside story of the other family. If Wen Yao had not insisted on pulling him over, he would never dare to take this point.

The scene was silent.

Under the silence, Bei Minglie's face became more and more gloomy.

But his voice was the same, "Yao'er, there are many people in this kind of swordsmanship, which does not mean it is done by the Beiming Palace."

Wen Yao shook his head: "I knew you would say this long ago by the head of the family, so I found another evidence."

She walked to the body of the head of Yue's family and asked someone to break the hand of Yue's family. A piece of cloth appeared in the palm of the rotten and ragged palm.

The texture of this cloth is exactly the same as that of those secret guards.

"Is there anything else to say about this?"

These unified clothing are specially made to demonstrate the momentum of the Beiming family and make people feel afraid of the secret guards of the Beiming Mansion.

Therefore, these knives and black clothes on their bodies are made by people, and it is difficult for others to find them.

I killed the Yue family and his group that day. I thought it was foolproof and no one would notice it, so I only replaced the weapons and did not replace the clothes I was wearing.

Who would have thought that Wen Yao could actually find a piece of rag from the palm of the Yue family leader.

Everyone stared at the head of the Beiming family, especially Shangguan Qing, who had been a little impatient for a long time.

As the first family, the Beiming family has been firmly pressing on many people for so many years. This time, they also threatened and tempted everyone to attend such a banquet, which made many people feel dissatisfied.

"Bei Minglie, do you explain why you want to kill the head of the Yue family? Is your purpose this time actually to defeat us one by one?"

When Shangguan Qing spoke, the people behind him suddenly became consistent. What does it mean to be a wall that is falling and everyone pushed them. In addition, the person who led the lead was Wen Yao and the young head of the Beiming family, which immediately made many people very excited.

Someone was even thinking about Mo Dongliu's purpose in secret, and couldn't help but say, "Can Mo Dongliu be dissatisfied with his position as the young head of his family and plans to be the head of his family?"

"I think this is exactly the case, otherwise how could he help others deal with his own family!"

Wen Yao and Mo Dongliu naturally would not care about what those people thought. At this time, the two looked at each other with Bei Minglie, and the questioning inside their eyebrows increased instead of reducing.

"Bi Ming family head, aren't you telling the truth yet?"

Bei Minglie said calmly: "What are you saying?"

Wen Yao's eyes turned cold: "You arranged the person who killed the head of Yue's family."

Bei Minglie suddenly laughed, he lit up lightly, and his tone became relaxed: "So what?"

how?

Everyone was stunned when they heard such arrogant words.

The sound of the scene was suppressed, but suddenly, a crisp slap appeared in everyone's ears.

Everyone raised their heads in amazement and saw a beautiful woman appearing in front of her at some point. Her hands raised were still slightly shaking.

A palm appeared on Bei Minglie's face. He glanced at the visitor in surprise and couldn't help but shout to the servant behind him: "Who allowed you to let her come here?"

Yue Ziqing's eyes were red, she glared at Bei Minglie and said, "No matter how bad Yue Yan is, he is my father."

She gritted her teeth, and the hatred in her eyes was already filled with: "If you kill him, you will have a grudge against me to kill my father. If this grudge is not avenged, I will be useless."

While speaking, Yue Ziqing took out a dagger from somewhere and headed straight for Bei Minglie. The accident in Bei Minglie's eyes became even stronger. He seemed to have no thoughts and forgot to dodge for a moment.

"Today, you either die or I die. Bei Minglie, go and die."

The dagger in Yue Ziqing's hand pierced directly into his chest. The sound of the sharp blade entering the flesh, Wen Yao and Mo Dongliu were clear to hear it.

A bright red color suddenly penetrated the chest of the tall man in front of him, and a bloody color overflowed from his lips, holding Yue Ziqing's wrist.

This scene happened so quickly, from the moment she hit Bei Minglie to the stabbing, it was only a blink of an eye.

Bei Minglie's body was trembling slightly due to severe pain, but there was no expression on his face, but there was a hint of haze in his eyes.

"Zi Qing, you will actually kill me."

A pain flashed through Yue Ziqing's eyes, and tears were getting more and more. The mess she had lived in this life was all caused by the person in front of her.

After escaping for many years, she suffered a lot of hardships, but it was all his fault.

A touch of sinister stroked across Bei Minglie's face, and the fierce color in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Since I can't live, then you can die with me."

As he spoke, his hand had already landed on Yue Ziqing's neck. Yue Ziqing held the dagger in one hand, and the hands were bright red. She let the other party pinch her neck without dodging, making her unable to breathe.

Seeing this scene, Mo Dongliu's figure immediately came close to him, and the lovesickness in his hand was about to take action at any time, but Bei Minglie said lightly: "All other countries come."

Yue Ziqing's neck was very slender, and with a little force, it seemed to break.

Even though Bei Minglie vomited blood, he had been practicing martial arts for many years and protecting his body with internal strength. Even if he was fatally injured, it was still very easy to take away a woman without any power during this period.

Yue Ziqing is not Wen Yao, and she does not have many ways to save her life after experiencing life and death, so no one dares to act rashly at this time.

"Ahem, Ziqing, your heart is really cruel. I have been looking for you for so many years, but I have waited for this ending."

He breathed a little hard, and the dagger showed no mercy and had already stabbed into his heart. Even if the god Daluo was there, Bei Minglie would not be able to live.

Yue Ziqing's life was in his hands. Her eyebrows were frowning and her cheeks were pinched red, but even so, there was no fear between her eyebrows and eyes.

"Well, I was wrong to force you to stay by my side!"

The regret and regret in his eyebrows became stronger, and the spirit in his eyes was gradually fading away.

Wen Yao and Mo Dongliu stared at the two people opposite with nervous eyes. She gritted her teeth slightly, and her mind was spinning desperately, hoping to find an opportunity to take action.

Bei Minglie suddenly laughed out loud. As the blood on the corners of his mouth became more and more, the madness between his expression became deeper and deeper: "It's good to be able to take you when you're alive, but if you die, you can take you with me. Ziqing, please accompany me.

Let's step into the underworld together..."

While speaking, his fingers slightly closed.
Chapter completed!