Zhan Feihong and Su Chuanfang were carried to a large village within a radius of more than ten miles, and the people passing by on both sides lit their lamps one after another, and their eyes stared viciously at the two who were carried in the air.

The young man reached out and hugged Miss Su, whose hair had faded to black, to his chest, and gently pressed his palm on the back of her head, not wanting her to endure this hostile gaze, so as not to disturb her mind.

At the same time, two crimson streaks burned in his pupils, which were particularly eye-catching in the dark night. As his eyes swept away, the onlookers who were lying by the window and twisting their eyebrows couldn't help but withdraw their gaze in fright, not daring to collide with the young man's gaze.

"You'd better be honest with me, believe it or not I'm going to rip out your little brute's eyeballs and feed them to the dogs?!" His actions were quickly noticed by the middle-aged man, and he was immediately intimidated.

Zhan Feihong's crimson eyes turned around, staring at the middle-aged man without saying a word.

This kind of unyielding look was like adding fuel to the fire, only to provoke the middle-aged man to stick two fingers into the scarlet eyes without saying a word.

It's a pity that his anger was blocked by the young man on the side.

"Lin Bo, it's not a few steps to the lobby, and it's not too late to do it at that time. Are you still afraid that the two and a half children of their age will run away under the noses of so many people?" said the young man in black clothes and black pants tepidly.

"Young master, you can also see how annoying this dog thing is!" The middle-aged man known as "Lin Bo" was blocked twice, faintly unhappy, and said with a pist.

"You hate him, I'll let him close his eyes obediently. The young man did not say much, but put his hands behind his back and continued to walk as before.

Zhan Feihong was just when he was strange, and suddenly saw a blue whip thrown up, and instantly stretched out into a big blue hand, "snapping" through the net to slash the young man's face.

It turned out to be him?!

However, at this time, the young man was so shocked that he couldn't take care of his mouth and nose and couldn't breathe in the air, he really didn't expect that this real murderer behind the scenes would dare to walk with the victim's relatives so blatantly!

Was it because they were already colluding with each other, or was he too confident?!

Zhan Feihong only felt a slurry in his head, and he was completely confused by this inexplicable situation.

"Hmm。。。。。。 He subconsciously wanted to shout out who the real murderer was, but when he got to his throat, he remembered the nonsense on his face, and he couldn't help but struggle.

The young man obviously didn't turn around to see Zhan Feihong's reaction, but he knew his condition and slowly let go of the blue hand.

Zhan Feihong coughed for a while, Fang relieved himself, the red glow in his eyes flashed again and again, and he was 100% sure that the black-clothed young man who walked in front was the villain who was in the hands of the day.

is a descendant of the Nangong family, I want to see, when I say that you are the real murderer, can you still maintain this indifferent virtue!

Several thoughts quickly turned in the young man's mind, and finally decided to hold back for the time being, but to see what kind of tricks this cruel villain could play!

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After walking for a while, a number of people finally came to the lobby of the village, and the middle-aged man reached out and grabbed Zhan Feihong and Su Chuanfang who were trapped in the net, and fell to the ground fiercely.

Soon, a bunch of good deeds came to the outside of the hall, they had heard that the young owner had died tragically on the street, and they wanted to see the fate of the murderer with their own eyes.

"Say, you two brutes, how do you want to die?!" the middle-aged man kicked at Zhan Feihong again, gritting his teeth and roaring.

Zhan Feihong endured the pain silently, raised his head, and said word by word: "I said, I didn't kill your son!"

"You didn't kill it?!" the middle-aged man smiled, "This is simply the most ridiculous joke I've ever heard!!Do you know how many people witnessed the moment you committed the murder?!"

He lowered his body and pulled up Zhan Feihong's clothes, and the words were simply squeezed out from between his teeth: "Fifty-three people, a whole fifty-three people!! One is wrong, two are wrong, are all fifty-three people blind?!"

Zhan Feihong heard the other party's questioning, and he didn't show any panic, he still stared intently at the other party's eyes, and his eyes were full of determination.

"What if I say that they are indeed mistaken?"

The middle-aged man and the young man looked at each other for a long time, then turned his hand and pinched the young man's chin, and said, "Okay, I'll give you a chance, if you dare to lie to me, I'll tear off your chin alive, so that you can't talk nonsense!!"

Looking at the other party's thick palm, the red light in Zhan Feihong's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his gaze turned to the black-clothed young man standing next to the middle-aged man, and said coldly: "Listen, the murderer of your son-"

That's him!!

The middle-aged man frowned deeply, he turned his head with Zhan Feihong's gaze, but what he stared at was the second young man of Nangong who he had invited by putting down his body.

A muffled sound of "Quack" came from Zhan Feihong's jaw, Lin Yuanhai laughed angrily, and roared in a hoarse voice: "Little bastard, you are impatient!!

But at the moment when a red light ignited in his palm, Nangong Bin's voice floated into his ears.

"Slow. ”

Accompanied by these words, there were two invisible forces, and they slapped the palm of their hand that was pinching the young man's chin to the side.

"Young Master, why are you ——?!" Lin Yuanhai looked at Nangong Bin frantically, his face full of puzzlement.

"Let him continue. ”

Although Nangong Bin's tone was light, that feeling was irresistible.

Zhan Feihong reached out and touched his chin, his eyes met Nangong Bin's gaze without showing weakness, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, waiting for the other party to ask a question.

"I don't understand, why would you get me involved with the murderer?" Sure enough, Nangong Bin's question came.

Zhan Feihong pretended to be pondering, and asked slowly: "It is rumored that the secret combat skills of the Nangong family are invisible and invisible, yes and no?"

"If you assume that I'm a murderer based on that alone, you're lying too much. Nangong Bin raised his chin slightly and said with half-squinted eyes.

"You're right. Zhan Feihong nodded, "So, let me ask you—"

The blue thing on your right that turns into the shape of a blade is ready to kill at any moment?

Rao is Nangong Bin has been exercising for more than ten years, and his pupils still can't help but shrink into two small dots.

He really didn't expect that there was a cultivator in this world who could see through his own unique secret technique.

And this person is still a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child!

The originally calm state of mind was suddenly shattered by the young man's words, he reluctantly took a deep breath and said softly: "I don't understand what you're talking about." ”

"It doesn't matter if you know it or not, but if you cut it down, countless people inside and outside this house will know about it. ”

Zhan Feihong's eyes flashed red and glanced at the empty place on the side, and said unhurriedly.