Huang Fuyue sneered in her heart.

Getting rid of a silver-faced Langjun is, for her, getting rid of a big trouble.

At this time, Shangguan Qianyu and "Yan Qingrui" had already entered the house, and Huangfu Yue was only a little behind. But suddenly, both of them stopped, and their faces were a little ugly.

Huangfu Yue glanced at "Yan Qingrui" with disdain, and said that she was not afraid, she really wanted to see the corpse, but she still didn't dare to take this step after all, right?

I really don't know what Brother Qianyu likes about this woman, no matter her background, temperament, and the benefits she can bring him, she is far better than Yan Qingrui, the only thing she can compete with herself is her appearance.

No, she's not as beautiful as herself.

Huang Fuyue pretended to be gentle and said, "Miss Yan, why don't you rest outside for a while?" It's bloody here, and it wasn't the place you should have come in the first place!"

With that, she swaggered past the two of them and entered the room with a sense of superiority.

There was some mildew in the room, and the contents were very shabby, and there was not even a bed on it, just some hay.

On that haystack, a man in black lay silent.

There was a layer of ash on the floor of the room, and you could see the messy footprints in front of the bed, and there were two other rows, those who entered the door and those who went out.

This is also what Di Mingchen said, there is a basis for the accomplice of "Silver-faced Langjun" to send her here and finally abandon her.

The person on the bed was dressed as a man, but when he got closer, he could still tell that it was a woman, with a black scarf covering her face, and there was a bloody wound on her heart, which seemed to be formed by a spear-pointed weapon that had been turned in a half circle.

Huang Fuyue's gaze fell on the wound, she remembered very well that when she stabbed it, the silver-faced Langjun spun around and gave her a kick.

Yes, this injury is like this, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her lips, and she laughed coldly: "Silver-faced Langjun, you also have today!"

Shangguan Qianyu said in a deep voice: "Is it really the silver-faced Langjun......

His voice was a little low, masking a trace of trilling in his voice, just now, he didn't dare to step forward, because he was afraid that if it was true, he would not be able to accept the result.

When Huang Fuyue saw him asking, she immediately smiled and said, "That's right, it's her! The wound on her body was injured by my own hands last night, and it won't be wrong!"

Boom, something sounded.

Huang Fuyue suddenly felt that her scalp was numb, and that feeling was like ...... She turned her head suddenly, only to see "Yan Qingrui" crushing the door frame with one hand, her face turned pale, and her body trembled and trembled.

Shangguan Qianyu held her with one hand, her face was gloomy as if she was about to drip water, and there seemed to be something else in her gloomy look.

Huang Fuyue's eyes turned, and fell on the hand he was holding the arm of "Yan Qingrui", a dark color flashed in his eyes, and there was still a hint of schadenfreude in his tone: "Miss Yan, this princess reminded you that not everyone has the courage to see it, and now that I'm frightened, I'm sorry." ”

Shangguan Qianyu was not so much supporting Su Zixian as holding her, just now, when Huangfuyue said that this was the silver-faced Langjun, and the wound was her own hand, Su Zixian jumped up and wanted to fight with her.

But he was quickly pressed down by Shangguan Qianyu's eyes.

At this moment, Shangguan Qianyu looked at Su Zixian and said in a deep voice: "You go first!"