Guangling didn't expect that this secretary would admit his intentions so calmly, from his principle, this has violated a certain level of the law, and if he continues to analyze, it will be a fake public and private vendetta.

"As long as the evidence is conclusive, it will not undermine my principles."

This answer is really like what Guangling will do, secretly execute Yao Zheng, Guangling Yi did not intervene because the evidence is conclusive, this time ...... He narrowed his eyes. "It's your responsibility to verify the accuracy of that evidence."

"Yes."

-- If thou shalt go to hell, I will cut off one of thy sins -- If thou sin with one foot, I will stomp off thy feet -- If thou sin with one eye, I will gouge out those two eyes -- Rather than let thou go to hell with two eyes and go to hell Chapter 883 of the Sin Sutra, it is better for you to go to heaven with one eye -- if thou shalt go to hell with the truth......

Suddenly, when I opened my eyes, it was already clear, not sinking into the hell of Ah Bi, but really in heaven! The corners of his chapped mouth involuntarily curved towards the sun, and every morning awakening in the face of the smell of the sun will realize that he is living in heaven, not wandering in the darkness of hell all the time.

With their hands and feet, they still grow on their bodies, and although they have an inevitable numbness, they still confirm that they are still alive.

After a simple freshening, sitting under the slipway of the boat directly shining in the sun, there was an indelible declaration of sin in his mind, he did not know when such a memory would be erased from his mind, such a verse had already made him hate it, if he could, he would love to have someone break his head and stop the language that came out of his mind like a repeater again and again.

If you really want to go to hell...... Hehe! Hong Lian suddenly laughed at the sun above his head, there is no heaven or hell in this world, just a world created at the seam point between the two, he was originally a person in the dark, so why should he fall into it?

He has half a dark power in his hand, Chapter 883 of the Evil Poetry Sutra But it's not the whole world, he doesn't have such a big ideal, the rights that everyone wants are just a bunch of shit in his eyes, does he really want to have it? Of course not, he hated to throw it away, but he couldn't cut it off like a part of his flesh. Today, however, when he opened his eyes from the sun, when the repetitive fragments of memory reappeared in his dreams, he felt the so-called fall before entering the kingdom of heaven.

Pulled out a wooden box from under the bed, it was very large and thick, ordinary like an old camphor box, which was used as a dowry for high-end dowries in the old society, and now no one will take a second look at it even if it is taken to the antique street.

The box was almost empty, except for an object wrapped in rags, a strange object thirty centimeters long. Carefully picking up layers of peeled rags from the inside, revealing a dazzling light, its brilliance in the sunlight is too much to look at. A budding rose is on an octagonal diamond-shaped pillar, and at the junction there are six pairs of wings wrapped in rings, the tips of the wings support the rose leaf petals, this is the rose cane that everyone wants to get, symbolizing angelic beauty and purity, symbolizing wisdom and strength.

He wrapped the rose cane back in the box and stared at it for a long time before lifting a corner from the bottom and removing a thin metal object inside.

"I can't imagine that it will be useful to you." Hong Lian lovingly wiped the dull and strange metal with the corner of his clothes, which looked like an axe, but there were no long arms, only two crescent-like gaps, and sharp blades were overlapping each other, and his fingers pulled outward through the gaps, and the overlapping blades were split in two to form two sharp weapons, gesturing towards the air, making a hissing sound, like a baby crying, and like a demon crawling out of hell screaming, which made people shudder.

The temperature of the sun shining down on the sharpness reflected a cold glow, and it could not warm the man, nor his weapon.

The dark clouds were approaching, slowly obscuring the clear sky, and with moisture coming to the surface, Hong Lian kicked the box in front of him and pushed it under the bed, standing in front of the windowsill. People who live on the edge don't believe in fate, but they believe in intuition, the recurring poetry is a fragment of memory reorganization, and every time it appears in a dream, it will herald the coming of danger, Hong Lian believes in this intuition, and the frequency of recent appearances has almost begun to disturb his life! It's been more than ten years, and it's been so long since he guarded the demon's weapon like this, it's time to change it back, but he doesn't want to really put his life on it in the end.

I closed my eyes, breathed in the humidity of the air, and when I opened my eyes again, a thin feeling of pressure came over me. Wielding the sharp weapon in his hand, he jumped out of the window and landed on the ground. In order to avoid him, he had rummaged through the entire place where Yanjing could hide, but there was nothing more suitable than here.

The most dangerous place is often the safest place, when everyone focuses on a certain event, they will ignore the behind the event itself, so he hides well, but this is also temporary, someone will always find here, someone will always know himself better than himself.

"Long time no see!" As soon as he landed, a flat tone came from the top of his head, and he didn't need to look up to know who he was. It seems that no one can play this sense of oppression to the fullest like him, and he doesn't know that a hidden enemy is not a good enemy, and a hidden enemy must be an easy enemy to deal with.

"Mu Rongyun!" Hong Lian raised his head, he hadn't seen this face for a long, long time, more than ten years was not a long time, but it was definitely not a short time. If in addition to the evil poetry that has always been around him, it can be regarded as an indelible memory, then this person's face must be a mark imprinted on his chest, and even if he is repeatedly scrubbed, he cannot erase the memory.

Under the mask, the lips are rosy, the tip of the nose is pale skin, and without the cover of darkness, you can clearly see the delicate blood in the pale like tattoos, crisscrossing it, like a spider's web of evil.

Hong Lian gasped, even today under this mask he could still recall his appearance, he never thought of him as a person, but he had the same appearance as a human, the blood and meridians covering his whole body spread little by little under that layer of almost transparent skin to the soles of his feet!!

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