Okay, after Yun Chuxiu sat on the side, he didn't toss Qin Yu, because Qin Yu knew that the other party wanted to sit in this position not because of himself.

It's because the two of them are at this angle just opposite Fang Yourong.

What, what kind of grudge is this, so concerned?

Qin Yu pondered, this is probably same-sex repulsion.

Yun Izuxiu is a typical royal sister queen with a strong personality, with a poisonous mouth, loves to bully people, and is insidious, but also protects her shortcomings - I can bully you this stupid can't.

However, her strength is also vividly reflected.

Fang Yourong estimated that he had defeated her, and she was the first beauty.

Ah, there is nowhere to put her heart.

Should!

The most interesting thing is that Fang Yourong obviously didn't have an emotional channel with Yun Chuxiu, she was too fixed, like a needle in the sea, and after sitting down, she looked at the kang and didn't speak.

Qin Yu was inexplicably relieved - hehe, you have such a jealous day as a tumor?

Fortunately, Yun Chuxiu also has a number of segments, and it is impossible to find trouble with others endlessly.

However, Qin Yu noticed that Zhan Lan was a little nervous, and his mood began to be low, as if he thought of the three people who had sacrificed.

She thought for a moment, put Jiaojiao down, got up and went to the side, and chose from the dazzling array of fine wines on the wine shelf, she had a good sense of smell, and she could distinguish a wisp from the many wines that seemed to smell the same but were actually different, and her eyebrows were lightly raised.

Well, that's a good thing.

She was about to raise her hand to touch the pot.

There was the sound of boots stepping through the snow outside the door, and then the door was pushed open.

With a creak, with the wind and snow that swirled outside the door but couldn't get in, he came.

When I saw him, I felt the light of the knife on the blade.

But there is also the gorgeous dignity of a peacock's feather.

Probably because he is handsome and extraordinary, and probably because of that kind of temperament.

Qin Yu glanced at him and was a little shocked.

Oh, she's about to enter a titan on the list of male gods she's seen.

Glancing at Fang Yourong on the other side, he secretly thought in his heart - this is a special true disciple whose strength ranking is also linked to his appearance?

However, there seems to be a person behind the fifth sword feather.

A young woman.

Revealing from behind his handsome figure, he was dressed in a snow-white placket and covered with a moire cloak, which was as beautiful as a little fairy in the cold moon.

The main peak of the four true legends to win Ruo.

In this way, the people are complete.

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The fifth Dao Ling came to the door, took a step forward, and raised his eyes to see a woman in front of the drunk driver on the mahogany floor in front of him, who was about to get a drink.

I looked at him, too.

His eyes were a little surprised, but he seemed to smile.

He was stunned for a moment, and his expression was a little strange.

At that moment, Yun Chuxiu's angle just happened to be real, the man who entered the door in front of him and the woman who took the wine and looked sideways...

She thought it was a little funny, so she really laughed.

Fang Yourong, who had his back to Qin Yu and the two of them, saw something from Yun Chuxiu's pupils, her eyebrows drooped slightly, and her plain white fingers gently combed the jade tassel on her waist.

The expression was indifferent.

Fifth Dao Ling's gaze quickly turned to the left and glanced at everyone on the side of the kang.

"If it's all, let's get started. ”

After saying that, he glanced sideways at Qin Yu again.

"If you want to cook wine, one bottle is not enough. ”

"Take it again. ”

Qin Yu smiled, lowered his eyes, and his fingertips lightly pinned the red cover cloth to smell the intoxicating aroma of wine inside.

How many more bottles?

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The charcoal fire in the kang is burning, and the wine is boiled around the hearth, and the wine is getting hotter and the smell of the wine is gradually dissipating.

Outside the house, the goose feathers and snow were heavy, covered in silver, and under the warmth of this room, many geniuses sat around the fire.

The fifth Dao Ling is the leader, and he speaks first.

"Broken Armor Peak, the third true biography, Qianzhen one. ”

"The main peak, the fifth true biography, talk about the edict. ”

"There is also the Nalan Cloud Beam of Meteor Peak. ”

His voice was deep and deep, as if it had ground a rock and atomized the air, and he looked at Zhan Lan, "How did you die, you can tell me in detail." ”

Zhan Lan tucked down his sleeves with his fingertips, and was about to speak, when he saw Qin Yu take out a small plum blossom from the meson and put it in the wine stove.

is obviously a very serious occasion, and suddenly she added a bit of idle and calm charm.

Zhan Lan was stunned, suddenly relaxed, and said: "They died in the hands of the little prince of the Baili royal family, they had two masters of the distraction period, we were not opponents at all, it was Senior Brother Qianzhen who cut off the other party's pursuit, but Rao is so, the other party is too strong against us, and before we can escape much, they caught up, Senior Brother Tan Mingzhao and Senior Brother Nalan Yunliang died at that time, and I and Xiao Jun hurriedly ran away. ”

"How did Ji Xiaojun get hurt?"

"Chased and killed, the two of us fought to the death, without resistance, knowing that there was no hope, so we fled to the middle fault zone of the Vortex Rift, where we encountered a wave of stone whirlpools, and the other party was stopped by the stone whirlpools, but Ji Xiaojun was seriously injured and dying. ”

"Since Ji Xiaojun was seriously injured and lost his combat strength, even if the other party was blocked by the stone whirlpool, because the number of stone whirlpools was dense in the middle fault zone of the Hui Vortex Rift, how did you escape?"

"We crossed the Ishikawa Road in the fault zone. ”

"The Ishikawa Road, you will definitely die under the distraction period, why are you okay?"

Since the first question was asked by the fifth Daoling, the next few questions are all from the second true legend of Chaoyang Peak, Zhuang Rulin, one after another, very sharp and fast.

Zhan Lan answered one after another, and by the last one, her originally soothing face was still much paler after all.

She paused, glanced at the other party, and already understood the other party's sharp intentions.

Her lips trembled, and she said, "At that time, there was a change in the southeast direction, and these stone whirlpools seemed to be frightened, and they fledged into the cracks. ”

Many True Transmission disciples were a little surprised, with different expressions, but Zhuang Rulin said coldly: "Really, that's really very lucky." ”

After speaking, he suddenly threw out a series of questions, "Why did the conflict between you and that little boy of a hundred miles start? Why is the other party so hostile? How did the little boy die, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a soft voice.

It was inserted very peacefully and warmly, like a wind.

"I once heard that in the red dust of mortals, in a secular town, there was a peasant woman who returned home at night, was robbed by bandits, invaded her name, and returned home after picking up a life by luck, and was dying. When the people in the town heard this, they were all shocked, and the Yamen Mansion Emperor ordered a strict investigation and asked the woman, first, why did you return at night? Second, why were you so thinly clothed? Third, if you could survive under the hands of the strong bandits, why didn't you resist? Is it voluntary?"

When these words came out, everyone looked at the person who spoke....Qingqiu of Lonely Dao Peak was holding the fat cat, his fingers were brushing the beautiful fluff, and his eyebrows were scattered.

Zhuang Rulin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly: "Qingqiu, what do you mean by this?

Qin Yu looked at Zhuang Yilin calmly: "You can ask herself, in any criminal case, investigation and questioning are based on suspicion, and suspicion of any scale is reasonable, but your own human heart is not the same thing as whipping other people's hearts in front of others." If you suspect that she has a ghost, whether she is a mole, an undercover agent, or a planner and participant in this tragedy, then go and investigate. ”

She is like a still pool, calm as a mirror, illuminating people's hearts.