"Second sister." Zhang Xianxian, who went all the way back, looked even paler. Standing in front of Zhang Qingyan with his chest covered, he spoke softly and weakly. only dared to use the afterglow to look at the pale blue figure beside her, and her heart couldn't help but pound.

"How are you?" Zhang Qingyan looked at her weak appearance and asked a little awkwardly. He seemed to be concerned, but turned his head to look in other directions. Yes, it would be a shame to say that I was worried about her for a moment when I saw her hurt. Since her mother entered the house and snatched her father, and her mother was depressed all day long, she was her enemy. So, she wanted to kick her out of the house, not just because she stepped on her own handkerchief! It's because her appearance took everything away from her!

The mother who loves herself the most because she can't stand her father's cold, her temper becomes irritable, she doesn't speak softly to her, she loves her father the most, she doesn't come to see her for a long time, she doesn't even remember her birthday, she loves her brother the most, but she spoils her like a princess, and she doesn't care about herself! It's all the pain she brought her, and she'll remember, always remember.

The mind is getting more and more determined. When Zhang Qingyan looked at Zhang Xianxian again, he was already full of hatred.

Zhang Xianxian was surprised by her concern, lowered her head and replied softly: "Second Sister Lao is worried, Xianxian is fine. Because he hung his head, he couldn't see Zhang Qingyan's tangled expression.

"Why don't you stop like that, isn't it enough to disgrace your father?"

The cold scolding voice did not surprise Zhang Xianxian at all, but it was easier for her to accept than the greeting that seemed to be caring. That scolding seemed to calm her heart, so she lowered her head, looked weak and innocent, and did not answer.

"Second Miss, it's not too early, let's hurry up!" The gentleman on the side indifferently examined the expressions of the two women, and interjected with a little thought.

Zhang Xianxian's heart was warm, and he didn't understand whether he was relieving himself, so he quietly raised his head to look, and when he saw his worried eyes, his heart was shocked, and he lowered his head weakly.

"Father told you to go home." Zhang Qingyan said unhappily, obviously unhappy in his eyebrows.

Zhang Xianxian was also a little surprised, her father sent her home? What is the reason for this? I was faintly uneasy in my heart, remembering that on the day of my mother's sacrifice, he asked how there was blood in the box, and subconsciously looked in the direction of Junzi Mo. Father, do you doubt yourself?

Whether he doubted himself or not, she had to go back if he asked her to go home.

"Second Sister Lao, wait a minute, I'll go pack up my things."

"Trouble." Zhang Qingyan glanced at her coldly, and lifted his feet out of her small courtyard. Then she didn't come back for a long time, and in the silent courtyard, she carried simple luggage, and the gentleman was silent, letting the silence swallow the sunshine in the daytime.

"I'll go find the second lady." Jun Zimo was the first to break the silence, turned around and walked out the door.

"I'll go too." I was nervous, so I kept grabbing the luggage belt on my back with both hands.

"Don't be nervous, the second lady is very familiar with this place, and she won't encounter any danger."

Knowing why she was nervous, the gentleman smiled faintly, hooked the corners of his lips and said shallowly. The narrow eyes shrank, and the smile was gentle and not like words.

"Yes." With a flush on her face, she lowered her head and said softly, and then followed him, not far away. Just enough for the two shadows in the sunlight to cling to each other.

Jun Zimo looked at her little tricks, hooked his lips and smiled, but he didn't poke it.

"Master is polite, but I have seen the second miss." After walking for a long time and still not being able to find Zhang Qingyan, the gentleman stopped the passing monk and asked.

"Earlier, I saw the second lady go to the back mountain, but I don't know if I'm still there."

"Thank you."

The gentle and polite gentleman Mo, Zhang Xianxian looked at it stupidly, and always felt that that pair of faces was unique in the world. Even the self-proclaimed peerless Hua Wurui is not as handsome as him. The sun was warm, and he smiled back at her, and she bowed her head shyly. But there was a trace of unwillingness, so he raised his head so that he could also see his smile.

"Let's go."

As if taken aback by her boldness, the gentleman turned his head awkwardly. The voice grew softer and softer.

Zhang Xianxian's heart was warm again, and she slowly followed his footsteps. The sun along the way was like their eternity, and his back was her only color.

After a long time, the person in front of her suddenly stopped, and she also stopped. Following his gaze, she saw Zhang Qingyan, whom they had been looking for for a long time.

Opposite her, with her back to them, was a monk, and because it was her back, she couldn't recognize who it was. But Zhang Qingyan and the monks of Jing'an Temple appeared in this back mountain together, what was the matter? Unconsciously held his breath and watched quietly.

"Master Abbot was killed by you?" In the quiet afternoon, this deliberately suppressed voice still made Zhang Xian's second sister angry. And her question instantly made her heart rise to her throat.

The gentleman glanced at Zhang Xianxian thoughtlessly, and did not make a sound. Just pressed her shoulders and made her crouch behind the mound.

"Of course not, how did I kill him?"

The one who speaks is indeed a dead karma! As expected, she breathed a sigh of relief. I don't know if it's because I heard the answers I wanted to hear. Or is it because hearing the abbot's death was not a conspiracy of the second sister to frame herself, in short, at that moment, the smile on her cheeks was so pure. It's not Zhang Qingyan's conspiracy, it's something that makes her feel gratified!

"It's better not you, if I know it's you, I won't let you go!" Zhang Qingyan said this, shook his hand and walked in the direction of the temple.

Jun Zimo pulled Zhang Xianxian and lowered his body again, and when Zhang Qingyan walked away, he overtook the trail and returned to the courtyard.

And the cliff on the top of the Jing'an Temple, the eye under the mask sees all this.

"Have you found out?" is still a cold voice, without half feelings.

"On the day he was killed, his meal was sent by Shankara."

"Kill him." The cold voice seemed to come from hell, without ups and downs, as if he had decided not to live a human being.