Cheng Xiaorou looked back at Tang Siyan, pressed her step by step, and asked with a smile: "Tell me! Is there something I have to hide from me?"

Tang Siyan was frightened by her staring, and she stepped back and said perfunctorily: "Are I hiding something from you? Why don't I know what happened?"

"What's going on with senior brother?" Cheng Xiaorou asked again, with a smile on her face and a little more angry.

"Senior Brother, to Senior Brother Zijian, the time is coming, let's send Senior Brother Song to the empty burial on the side of the cliff! It will be bad if the time is missed!" Tang Siyan hurriedly urged Zijian to take action, and if he continues to ask, he will be exposed.

Zijian didn't understand why, but he felt that Tang Si's words were reasonable, so he called a few disciples to seal the coffin.

Cheng Xiaorou's eyes were red in anger and said angrily: "Tang Siyan, are you still hiding them from me?"

She could guess what Tang Siyan meant, and even guess the method of using softness to overcome hardness. It must not be something Tang Siyan could think of. The only person who could think of this was Song Wangchen.

If Song Wangchen was not dead, Cheng Xiaorou would naturally be happy, but why did he join forces with Tang Siyan to conceal the entire Muxi people? Does he distrust her?

If Cheng Xiaorou is angry, Tang Siyan doesn't know how to coax her, she will forgive him. However, if someone entrusted the loyalty of others, it must be concealed.

Tang Siyan raised his palm, looked around and looked at it, pretending to be surprised: "Why did you shed so much blood? Oh! No, I'm dizzy, I'm dizzy..."

Cheng Xiaorou stepped forward, pinched his palm, and kept exerting force between her fingers, and asked sternly: "Are you still dizzy like this?"

Tang Siyan grinned in pain, and blood was rising from his palm, which had already stopped bleeding, dyed the snow-white handkerchief red. He shouted in pain and begged for mercy, "No, I won't faint, I dare not faint."

"Do you tell the truth?" she asked, her eyes filled with autumn water.

"What are you telling the truth? It hurts so much, can you be gentle?" Tang Siyan really felt so painful. He frowned and sweated in pain. If he continued to play, he was really afraid that he would be scolded.

"You are pretending, did your senior brother tell me how to do it? Is your senior brother not dead?" Cheng Xiaorou couldn't bear to continue to take heavy measures. When her jade hand was retracted, the autumn water burst out from her eyes again.

Tang Siyan couldn't bear it, but the matter happened

When Zhan Cheng is like this, there is no room for turning back. He is dead and must not give up halfway.

"If Senior Brother Song is not dead, Zhu Xie will not lose his light. I just want to distract Old Man Yu from his attention. Am I angry with you?" He asked, his tone cautiously, for fear of annoying her again.

Cheng Xiaorou was a little confused. She couldn't tell whether it was her mistake or Tang Siyan deliberately deceiving her, but she was very sad in any case.

She looked at Tang Siyan, her pink lips opened slightly, and she didn't continue to ask questions, but she felt a little nervous and was particularly depressed.

"Xiao Rou, Wangchen is dead, so don't be embarrassed by the junior brother. Let's mourn me!" Zijian patted Cheng Xiaorou on the shoulder and called on his disciples to seal the coffin again.

...

At that time, in the Qinglu Hall, Jiang Yu sat cross-legged on the collapse of the bed. His outer clothes were peeling off, and only a large open white underwear was worn. The wound on his chest was still bleeding.

His brows were frowning, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his deep eyes were slightly closed, and his handsome cheeks were pale and pale.

When he opened his eyes, his big hand turned, and the heart fire in his palm began to emit a blood-red light. He slowly moved his hand to his chest and used the power of the heart fire to heal the wound.

Although his injuries have never healed in recent years, he can still heal the surface of the wound with the power of his own mind fire, and he has never been torn again.

Song Wangchen's death hit him a big blow. He did so much just to make him regret it and to make him live worse than death.

But when he saw Song Wangchen's body, he felt very uncomfortable, and the wound exploded, which made him heart-wrenchingly painful.

He subconsciously thought this feeling was because he failed to kill Song Wangchen with his own hands and felt ashamed of his mother.

He wants to take revenge and to wash away the hundred doors. Since Song Wangchen is dead, this plan can be advanced.

A black shadow shook past the door, Jiang Yu's eyes turned cold, and his big hand instantly pulled out of his chest, and he slapped the shadow in the air and then pulled it into the house and threw it to the ground.

The thing was as tall as an adult, and at first glance it looked like a giant wolf spider. Eight brown legs as thick as a child's arms were slowly crawling on the ground, two of which were five fingers-shaped

, which is very similar to the lizard's legs, with eight giant eyes on the head emitting a vicious ink light.

Smelling the faint smell of blood on Jiang Yu's body, it suddenly rushed forward and pressed Jiang Yu under him like a hungry tiger.

Jiang Yu smiled evilly, and with a big hand, the heart fire in his palm immediately burned, and then he slapped the wolf spider to the ground with a palm.

The flames quickly burned the dark brown burrs of the tarantula, curled up in pain and rolled all over the ground.

Jiang Yu recognized at a glance that this wolf spider was a type of the Western Region Qilin Gu. Judging from its shape and size, it has been raised for at least twenty years. In this world, only Bai Muqi has such ability. Black Flame is dead, so the person who raises it must be Bai Muqi.

Bai Muqi's appearance in Muxi must be related to Song Wangchen. No wonder he failed to find out the flaws of Song Wangchen's fake death. Bai Muqi was secretly making trouble.

Unexpectedly, after a thousand years, Ling Cheng was still so cunning. Since Song Wangchen liked to play with evil things, he would calculate his new and old hatreds together.

Jiang Yu's eyes became colder. With a wave of his hand, he removed the flames from the Qilin Gu, and then put it in the demon lock sac. Its life was kept, and it would not be fun if it died.

The wound on his chest healed again. Jiang Yu pulled his clothes and was about to go out, but he saw Yu Yuanyang limping in.

He immediately changed his flattering smile and greeted him respectfully, saying in surprise: "My father-in-law didn't inform him in advance, so Jiang Yu could greet him personally. Your injuries..."

Yu Yuanyang asked replies without answering: "Where is Man'er?" His attitude was still arrogant, but it was a pity that he was not strong enough.

"Man'er must be tired and is resting. My father-in-law is at ease. Jiang Yu will go and look for her now." He replied, with a humble and reasonable attitude, and his eyes were full of disdain.

"You are pretending to behave in front of the island owner. Today, Cheng Xiaorou embarrasses the island owner in public. Isn't it just because you have held my daughter hostage? Are you afraid?" Yu Yuanyang was unwilling to admit that he was not as skilled as others, so he had to pour dirty water out.

Jiang Yu really didn't know what happened on the school ground, but judging by this situation, Yu Yuanyang must have been beaten by Cheng Xiaorou, and was so angry that he came to him to vent.

From this point of view, Muxi and Changyu Liangzi were completely formed, which was exactly what he wanted.
Chapter completed!