Article 189

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"Sister!!"

"sister--!"

After the dead silence, heart-piercing screams and cries erupted among the Feathermen. This huge movement attracted the monks from Taohuayuan one after another. Exclamations and doubts, anger and screams, soon surrounded the entire Ling Xiao Pavilion.

"Ink burning! What else do you have to say now!"

"Murderer! Desperate!"

Those Feathermen were already furious, screaming and crying sharply: "Kill for life! Kill him! Kill him!"

Mo Ran really couldn't argue, he said: "If I am a murderer, I can kill them all, why should I stay here in Lingxiao Pavilion? Waiting for you to catch me?"

A fiery-haired Featherman tearfully cursed: "Bah! It's already like this, you, you still have the face..."

Someone also said angrily: "If you are not the murderer, why did the murderer kill all the guards but not you?"

"that is!"

"It's true that you know people, know faces, but don't know your heart!"

"Even if the murderer is not you, he must be someone who has something to do with you! Otherwise, why didn't he kill you! Tell me!"

"eye for eye!"

Mo Ran really laughed out loud.

In his previous life, he killed people like hemp, and few dared to mention "blood debts" to him. In this life, he did not kill people, but he was wronged to the fullest. In this world, it is really... He closed his eyes, just About to say something, suddenly a red glow flew over from the sky.

Yumin Shangxian floated down from the clouds, looked around coldly, with a very ugly expression on his face.

"Ink rain."

"Shangxian."

The Featherman Shangxian stared at him for a while, then walked to one of the corpses, and lifted the blood-stained willow vines around the corpse's neck.

"Where's your weapon? Take it out and let me see."

"..."

"Don't you want to?"

Mo Ran sighed, his weapon is hell, during this period of practice, I don't know how many people have seen it, and a large number of people saw it when the eighteenth incident happened. Take it out at this time, and compare the hell with the willow sticks on the necks of those dead Feathermen, which will undoubtedly add another heavy hammer to his crime. But if you don't take it, you will be even more guilty.

With a sound of "嗖", a blazing red light appeared in his palm, and the ghost took form from his flesh and blood, flowing with hissing and bursting red splendor, "If the Immortal wants to see it, then let's see it.

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Chapter 75 I am illiterate

Everyone stared at the ghost, and then looked at the fiery red willow vines on the neck of the dead Featherman, and couldn't help but become more excited.

"It's you! It's exactly the same as when Shiba was killed!"

"Why do you want to be so cruel?"

"kill him!"

Yumin Shangxian seemed to have a headache from all the noise. She held her forehead and said coldly: "Mo Weiyu, let me ask you one last time, man, did you kill him?"

"no."

"Okay." Yumin Shangxian nodded, and Mo Ran originally thought she would let him go, but he was relieved, and was going to thank her for her understanding of righteousness. Unexpectedly, the next moment, Yumin Shangxian raised his hand lightly and said coldly.

"This person has done a lot of evil and wants to quibble, arrest him."

Shi Mei washed and dressed neatly from the house. When he came out, he saw that Mo Ran was imprisoned by more than a dozen high-ranking feathermen with magic spells, and someone was wrapping a fairy rope around his wrist.

"What are you doing?!"

The teacher lost his color, and hurried to Mo Ran: "What happened?"

No one answered him, but the fluttering corpses in the peach forest had already told him the answer accurately and silently. The teacher took a breath, took a step back, and was hitting Mo Ran's chest.

"Ah Ran..."

"Don't worry, calm down." Mo Ran stared at Yumin Shangxian, lowered his voice and said to the teacher, "Go and invite Uncle and Elder Xuanji."

In the current situation, these Feathermen may not be able to maintain their rationality. If the Feathermen want to tear him alive regardless, with his current strength, there is no chance of winning at all, and Xue Zhengyi and Xuanji must be dragged to the rescue as soon as possible.

After the teacher left, Mo Ran stood alone, his eyes swept over the angry and distorted faces one by one.

"Pooh!"

Suddenly a mouthful of saliva spewed out from the crowd, and Mo Ran turned sideways to dodge, but the Featherman who spat at him was very close, and he was still inevitably splashed.

He turned his head slowly and met a pair of red eyes.

"You killed so many people, and you still want to send rescuers? I'm going to kill you now!!"

As he spoke, a clump of scorching sun suddenly gathered in his palm, moving towards

The ink burns and throws away!

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