If the body is lost, if it is obtained by some unscrupulous Taoist priests, it will be terrible.

This is a matter of many lives, and she dare not be careless.

The moon was half full, the nightsong insects in the treetops "clucked", and the three of them walked on the country road.

Chat about something interesting once in a while.

However, the most talkative is Mo Junxie.

He knew that these days, Ye Zhifang had a lot of worries, and he wanted to temporarily put aside those unhappy things for her, so that she could smile well.

Sometimes he grimaces, sometimes he does some funny movements, and even a cold-blooded animal is melted by his enthusiasm.

Ye Zhimad was amused and laughed "hehe".

At this time, a black figure flashed between the ridges.

Ye Zhimad, whose senses of smell, taste, and vision and body are very sensitive, glanced coldly.

The most hidden and shortest way up Bee's Head Mountain is a trail near your home.

It is also necessary to pass through the back mountain.

And they were coming back from Dongcheng Street, facing her own home, and the black shadow walked by quickly, just in front of her.

The figure was very petite, and it walked at a speed without wind or shadow, and it seemed to be in a hurry.

Mo Junxie, who had already reacted, ran in the direction of the black shadow without hesitation.

His speed was many times faster than the black figure could walk.

Before the black figure could react, Mo Junxie's blue light whip entangled her to death.

Ye Zhifang rushed quickly, and seeing that the man was struggling, he immediately raised his hand and released three or two dark arrows.

"Uh-huh......" The man's acupoint in the arrow made her snort in a deep voice, and her body stopped struggling.

Ye Zhimad walked towards her step by step, came to her, and ripped off the man's mask without a trace of hesitation.

The grimace mask was taken off, and a beautiful face appeared in front of Ye Zhimad's eyes.

Her eyes were wide open, with the brilliance of water in her eyes, and her face was full of guilt and remorse.

The next moment, tears covered his face, and he didn't know how to say it to Ye Zhimad.

She lowered her head, bit her lip, and swallowed the sobs into her stomach.

Ye Zhimad froze in the air with the mask in his hand, his body motionless and looked at her in a stunned position for a long time.

Although she doubted Nie Jing, she always chose to avoid and was unwilling to inquire about her recent situation, but people have to face the reality after all, and she is no longer the Nie Jing she used to be.

"Crazy ......," Nie Jing called her in a low voice.

The mask fell, and with a "click" sound, it was like a boulder falling heavily on Ye Zhimad's heart.

She let out a long breath, and finally asked some things that were pressing on her heart: "On the night of my mother's accident, you were also in Beehead Mountain." ”

As early as Qibao said that he knew the murderer of the Dao, and then looked at Nie Jing from time to time with a suspicious gaze, Ye Zhimad had a number in his heart.

Nie Jing nodded and confessed to the matter.

"Yes, your mother was also injured by me, no...... It's me who wants to kill your mother. Nie Jing didn't dare to raise her head, her voice was as small as a mosquito.

But in the dead of night, so quiet that even the needle could be heard clearly, how could it hide Nie Jing's voice.

Ye Zhimad's heart trembled violently a few times, she had been prepared for a long time, but when it really happened, she realized how cowardly she was.

I took a deep breath of the night air, but I still felt that there was not enough oxygen, and no matter how much I inhaled, I couldn't fill my lungs.

"You can do it!" Ye Zhimad's voice trembled obviously.