Even though what Mao Lin said was the Tao, and the analysis was reasonable and well-founded, in Ziruo's heart, no matter how many coincidences there were, she didn't believe that Yue'er was injured by Liang Meng.

Although I haven't known Liang Meng for a long time, I also see that she has a lot of slightly vulgar shortcomings. But the kind and sincere temperament can still be seen very clearly.

And what my mother said to her a few days ago before she left the house

It will never be Liang Meng who hurts Yue'er!

But before she could figure out what to say, she could persuade the person in front of her. An angry voice came from far and near.

"You even suspect that I hurt Yue'er. ”

Liang Meng's steps were very large, and he arrived in front of Mao Lin in a few steps. His hands pinched his waist, his cheeks bulged slightly, and he glared angrily at Mao Lin. A shrew is about to start scolding the street.

There was no embarrassment on his face that he was caught, but he was even more disdainful because of Liang Meng's rough style and rough voice.

"Why are you suspicious of me?"

Tilting his head, his eyes were even brighter because of anger, staring at Mao Lin, his waist pinching posture remained unchanged, and he was full of confidence in questioning.

"Since you ask why, I ask you, how did the thief get in?"

"I came in with a prie open door. ”

Liang Meng's neck was stiff, like a fried fighting. The words of the export are conclusive.

But the fact is that she was lying on the bed at the time, and she only heard the sound of the door opening, and she was not sure whether the person had broken the door.

"I've seen it, and there's not a trace of prying on the door. ”

Liang Meng????

His expression was slightly stiff, and there was an awkward silence

"Let me ask you again, what does that thief look like?"

"I told Ziruo just now, it's too dark in the house, and the person is fast, where do I have to light the light. It's pitch black, and I can tell if that person is ugly or handsome. ”

Liang Meng said and looked at Ziruo, who nodded cooperatively. Mao Lin snorted coldly, and said in a disdainful tone.

"Well, as you say. And what about the palm print in your palm?"

Liang Meng was stunned for a moment, raised her hand to her eyes with slightly dull eyes, and then she saw it

"What palm prints, what's going on?"

A black palm pattern in the palm of the hand stands out, extending from the middle finger to the wrist. Like a black earthworm.

Liang Meng said and rubbed it vigorously with his other hand, and the skin was red and didn't rub it off.

Hearing that Liang Meng's voice was wrong, Ziruo got up from the chair and came to Liang Meng, and Liang Meng hurriedly raised his hand to her.

"I really don't know when this happened. ”

Liang Meng's confusion and ignorance didn't know that in the eyes of Mao Lin, it was just a means to pretend to be stupid and try to get through.

Hmph! Dare to be a shameless person who doesn't dare to be. The words that came out again were even more contemptuous.

"Oh. The corners of his eyes were raised, and his tone was yin and yang.

"It exists in the palm of his own hand, and he can say that he is not ashamed to say that he does not know everything. Admire, admire, admire. ”

After speaking, Mao Lin shook his thumb to Liang Meng with that cold and ascetic face.

What a beautiful face, what a childish finger.

Liang Meng stared at Mao Lin like a fool, and his heart was aroused by the yin and yang weirdness of Mao Lin.

Nima, a big man, can you talk well?

"Believe it or not, I didn't have this palm print before. I don't know when."

"What about the blood on the window frame, and how do you explain it?"

Mao Lin looked impatient, and rudely and forcefully interrupted Liang Meng, who raised his hand and tried to explain.

"Let me ask you again, how did you get the blood on your palm? Don't tell me that the blood belongs to the thief and that you accidentally got it. I can see the blood on your palm clearly. ”

Liang Meng

didn't even give Liang Meng a chance to speak, and for a while, like a machine gun, he was abrupt at Liang Meng.

After a while, it turned into the lit barrel again, and several shells with heavy fire one after another.

The first time the poor hall master experienced this formation, he was directly sudden.

His lips opened and closed, and he couldn't even make a sound.

Even Ziruo wanted to rush in to rescue him, but he couldn't find a breakthrough for a long time.

"And why is the hem of your robe torn, did you also jump out of the window?Or is the thief you said you jumped out of the window!!"

The hall master was hit by a cannonball, and the final conclusion was given.

Liang Meng

The evidence of Mao Lin is conclusive, and Liang Meng is stammering. She was completely blinded by the aggressive questions of the forest, and forgot everything that should be said.

Obviously, our hall master has been knocked out once again!!

Please play a mournful song for our poor parishioner.

Looking at the affirmation of 'there is only one truth, the thief is you', Liang Meng was almost suffocated to death with a mouthful of old blood in his chest.

Nima, you are so eloquent, the head of the judgment is the Tao, your identity should not be the city lord, you are the reincarnation of Bao Qingtian.

No, there is no Bao Qingtian at this time. You are the ancestor of Bao Qingtian.

"Good, good. Good!"

Liang Meng laughed angrily, three good in a row, but even she didn't know what was good.

She couldn't get out of the fire in her heart, and walked around the hall like a sleepy beast. But before he could figure out a clue, a sudden gust of palm wind hit behind him.

Liang Meng was inattentive, and after reacting, he dodged with his consciousness, but before he completely avoided it, he was hit by the palm wind on the side of his waist and fell to the ground.

Covering his waist with his hands, Liang Meng lay on the ground grinning in pain.

"Lin Lin, what are you doing!"

stepped forward and grabbed the arm that Lilin raised again, and Ziruo glared at Lilin angrily.

She didn't expect that Mao Lin would make a move on Liang Meng when she knew that Liang Meng was a guest of her tomb and that the matter was inconclusive.

"Yue'er is in danger, to unravel the soul of the black spirit, you must get the blood of the person who gave her this curse, I will kill her to save Yue'er. ”

"No!"

As he spoke, despite Ziruo's obstruction, he approached Liang Meng, and a cold white mist rose from his palm.

Liang Meng looked at Mao Lin's murderous face, didn't care about the back pain, and jumped up from the ground. His feet were slightly apart, his whole body was tense, and his hands hanging at his sides were ready to attack.

But before the two could start the battle, Zi Ruo suddenly blocked in front of Liang Meng, stood facing Mao Lin, and fiercely pulled out the sword on his waist, staring at Mao Lin, and his words were sonorous and powerful.

"Mao Lin, today I warn you as the young city lord of the tomb city, you can't kill Liang Meng. If you insist on going your own way, then pass me first. ”

As he spoke, the sharp cold blade pointed directly at the eyebrows of the forest.

The white mist in Lin Lin's hand was still rising, and his eyes staring at Liang Meng were still murderous. But in the end, because of Ziruo's warnings, he didn't dare to take a step forward.

Seeing that Mao Lin was shaking, Ziruo relaxed her tone slightly.

"Yue'er has an accident in my cemetery today, don't worry, I will definitely give you, Yue'er, and you Yacheng an explanation. Of course, the most important thing now is to find a way to save Yue'er. ”

Lin was silent. Ziruo continued.

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