When they heard these words, the American psychics became more and more indignant.

Several psychics holding round shields even took out small hammers and swung them to the wind, looking like the American captain, Thor.

Obviously, as long as they disagree, they would rush forward and crush Ye Hao into slag.

At this moment, Van Yilan took a step forward, showed a peaceful expression, and said, "Mr. Ye, Young Master Yelu, calm down, both of you must restrain yourself."

"This is a mourning hall, a place for dead people."

"No matter what, it's good. Give our Di Sect a face and don't fight and kill here, okay?"

"If there is any misunderstanding between you, our Dizong is responsible for mediating."

After saying that, Van Yilan kept winking at Ye Hao, as if I could be a peacemaker.

"What? Are your eyes getting sand?"

Ye Hao didn't appreciate it at all.

"Do you want to say that even if I accidentally kill Yelu Qing, it would be a mistake?"

"As long as I pay a certain amount of conditions, this matter will end here?"

Fan Yilian couldn't imagine that Ye Hao was so awesome, and immediately smiled and said, "That's right, Mr. Ye, just be able to understand the kindness of our Di Sect."

"Our Di Sect is a Buddhist disciple."

"Our sect is love and peace, we..."

"I'm peaceful and you have a look!"

Before Fan Yilan finished speaking, Ye Hao interrupted without hesitation, and then he snapped his fingers.

Then he saw Xiao Ruyi, who was behind him, untied the sack, released the person inside, and kicked it to the ground.

"This is the real murderer who killed Yelu Qing."

"Come on, ask him who killed Yelu Qing."

The man in white who took action last night was kicked to the ground at this moment. Although he was still breathing, he was extremely weak. When he noticed Xiao Ruyi's sight, he couldn't help but beat him up and said something.

Xiao Ruyi is not a good man and a trustworthy woman. How could he not master some means if he can make a name for himself on the border?

After a night of friendly conversation, the man holding a pear blossom needle in the rainstorm had completely surrendered.

"Dongdongdongdong--"

At the same time, Xiao Ruyi shook the sack and several silver barrels fell out of it, and they were used.

Seeing these things, several American psychics subconsciously swept over, and then almost lost their voices at the same time: "He! He killed Young Master Yelu!"

The moment Yelu Zhuo saw the heavy rain pear blossom needle on the ground, his pupils also shrank slightly, because it was this thing that made his younger brother become a scarecrow.

Even the embalmer had to use all his strength to pull out the silver needles.

Seeing this scene, Van Yilain's eyelids jumped suddenly, and her expression instantly became a bit ugly.

She wanted to maintain a stiff smile on her face, but for some reason, she felt a sense of exhaustion and powerlessness all over her body.

She also subconsciously wanted to take out her cell phone and call, but in the end she didn't have the courage.

Because at this time, the random actions were almost telling Yelu Zhuo the truth of the matter.

And she, Shi Sansheng, may not be able to bear such consequences.

Yelu Zhuo took a deep breath, and after a long time, he stared at Ye Hao coldly and said, "My surname is Ye, what do you mean?"

"Do you think you can fool us by just finding someone?"


Chapter completed!