Article 731

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Xue Zhengyong murmured: "I just want fewer people to suffer, even one less."

At this time, Mu Yanliqingqing on the side said coldly: "Master Xue has a kind heart, but have you ever thought that by being tolerant to sinners, you disrespect the people who died innocently and the mortals who were implicated. Tianyin Pavilion is weak, and there is really no way to liquidate everyone's faults one by one, and bring everyone to justice, but killing the chicken to scare the monkeys - since I am in charge of this matter of Mo Ran, just I won't end it hastily. I hope the leader will know."

Xue Zhengyong: "..."

After Mu Yanli finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Mo Ran again.

"Master Mo, you have now finished talking about the pain of your life experience, and you have almost earned sympathy. Why don't we talk about something else."

Mo Ran looked at her lightly: "What does the Pavilion Master want to talk about?"

"You said before that the death of the girl from Doufu Fang was not your fault." Mu Yanli said, "I believe you. But there is another person whose death is inseparable from you. "

Mo Ran closed his eyes and said: "The pavilion master's investigation is really clear."

Mu Yanli said coldly: "Then come and explain how you killed Mo Nian - that was Lord Xue, your real nephew."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by an angry voice.

With tears and hatred in Xue Meng's eyes, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Shut up. Stop talking!"

Mu Yanli glanced at him and commented: "...Escape from others. The so-called proud man of heaven seems to be nothing more than this."

What she responded to was Dragon City's argument, like a warning. The machete grazed Mu Yanli's cheek and stabbed it, sinking into the beam, sending sawdust flying everywhere.

Mu Yanli didn't dodge, she didn't even blink her eyelids, her beautiful eyes were as cold as frost and snow, looking at Xue Meng.

Xue Meng bit his back molars, and the muscles on his face trembled with hatred: "What kind of nephew, what kind of dove occupying the magpie's nest, and the yin and yang are reversed... Do you think it's enough?"

He suddenly pulled back to Dragon City, his chest heaving.

He no longer goes to see Mo Ran, nor does he go to see anyone. He was like a sleepy animal, driven mad and driven to collapse in the same place.

"Have you finished talking?! Have you had enough trouble?! Are you happy to see this excitement?"

Mrs. Wang said: "Meng'er..."

Xue Meng ignored his mother's whisper. His eyes were red. He held up the dragon city and looked around, seeming to laugh at himself and contempt: "See a generation of masters become murderers, watch brothers turn against each other at the top of life and death, watch relatives turn into enemies. ——Do you feel so happy?"

The voice is hoarse like a broken xun, and the tail note is like a quivering feather.

"Are you really here to seek justice? Are you here to seek the truth?" He paused, gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't you here to cause trouble and seek revenge?!"

Jiang Xi narrowed his eyes: "Young Master Xue, you are too rude."

Xue Meng turned back suddenly, his eyes like lightning: "Is it your turn to take care of me?"

"Monger!"

Xue Zhengyong stood up and grabbed Xue Meng's shoulder, but at the touch, he froze. Although Xue Meng howled angrily, his whole body was trembling slightly.

Almost broken.

"I don't want to hear it." He said each word with increasing hatred, "It's all lies. Lies...a bunch of liars!"

Xue Zhengyong was about to persuade him, but Xue Meng had already pushed away everyone and turned around and left the Danxin Hall.

He never went to see Mo Ran.

In fact, who is lying and what the truth is, Xue Meng already knows clearly in his heart, but many things in this world are easy to understand but difficult to accept.

Xue Meng has been going smoothly for more than 20 years. Except for Chu Wanning's death, he has never experienced any major disaster. It is precisely because of this smoothness that he is still like an innocent child. This is not a good thing. An innocent person has an innocent heart, but he also has the recklessness, ignorance, impulsiveness and sharpness of an innocent person.

Xue Zhengyong looked at the place where he left and stood blankly for a long time before slowly sitting down.

He is no longer young. He is nearly half a hundred people, and if you look closely, there are several strands of gray on his temples. He didn't know if he could bear it. He had to sit down.

This would at least make it easier.

Mu Yanli's face seemed to have a thin layer of ice, without any warmth. She only talked about the matter, so she said: "Mo Weiyu, are you going to say it yourself, or should I invite witnesses to speak?"

The ink burned very calmly.

Death row calm.

"Don't bother others." Mo Ran said, "If there are any relevant witnesses alive in that matter, I don't want to see any of them."

He slowly raised his head.

The faint sunlight shone on his pale face.

"I speak for myself."

Mu Yanli raised her hand, and someone from Tianyin Pavilion immediately moved an empty seat. She calmly sat down, leaning on one hand and saying as if she was going to listen to a long story: "Please."

Mo Ran closed his eyes, and after a while, he finally spoke.

"This matter was originally related to a businessman."

"What businessman?"

"...Everyone should know that there is a kind of business in the world of cultivation called 'inquiry'."

The owner of the village, Ma Yun, was the most familiar with this. He raised his hand and said: "Yes, yes, our village is most familiar with these people. They often wander around the alleys and inquire about old news and so on, so as to seek some benefits. "

Mo Ran said: "Well, so when my uncle went around to inquire about his deceased brother's posthumous son, he also found a Mr. Bao."

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