Hua Qianshu looked in the direction of Yu Ball'er's finger and saw that there was a bruise on the back of Yin Feng's hand, and there were two extremely fine tooth marks on it.

"It's a poisonous snake!"

Hua Qianshu was extremely determined, and immediately remembered the disaster in the courtyard a few days ago.

Apparently by one person.

There are people in the yard who are masters of snake control, and they can use poisonous snakes to poison or harm people.

At that time, she had doubted Hua Qianyi, because she had been with the snake keeper for so long, and the snake might be a shadow in her heart, or it could be a sharp weapon.

He also questioned her. But at this time, it seems that he really misunderstood her.

It is absolutely impossible for her to have such a neat skill to kill Yinfeng with one blow.

This place is in the middle of nowhere, and if the wind gets up at night, it is said that she will not come here, and besides, if she is accidentally bitten by a snake, she should shout for help, so that she will not be taken advantage of because of the poison.

Why didn't she call for help?

What did she find at the time?

Could it have something to do with yesterday's Assassins?

Could it be that the Wind learned the identity of yesterday's Assassin?

How fast did this man have to be to catch Yin Feng off guard and die suddenly?

Hua Qianshu felt extremely remorseful in her heart.

She clearly knew that there was a poisonous snake hidden in this neon dress hall, and she had ill intentions against her several times. Why, I didn't take it to heart and didn't bring her to justice?

She thought that the person would not harm herself again for the time being, so she was not in a hurry, which led to today's tragedy.

Moreover, yesterday, she should not have slackened, she should have been interrogated overnight. In that way, the murderer will not be so bold and reckless.

Yin Feng's death also has an unshirkable responsibility!

Her guilt, self-blame, remorse, and sorrow all came to her heart. I cried so much that I couldn't stop crying.

Even if she can find out the real culprit and avenge Yinfeng, she will never come back.

There was a delay in the night last night, and I didn't stay in the Nishang Pavilion at night. Hearing the news, he silently squatted beside Hua Qianshu, gently stretched out his hand, grabbed her shoulder, and said nothing.

Hua Qianshu has been holding the hand of the wind, trembling like a dead leaf in the wind, and tears are wanton.

Ye Fang gently broke it little by little, and her hand seemed to be spasmodic, clenching tightly.

"You scratched her. Yefang sighed.

Hua Qianshu's fingertips were cocked, and then he let go little by little.

"Uncle ...... Seven Emperors"

"I'm here!" Ye Fang leaned her head on her shoulder and slowly rubbed her back, "Don't cry." ”

Hua Qianshu finally couldn't control his emotions at this time, and hugged him tightly and cried at night.

"Yinfeng, how can Yinfeng die? I must avenge her, a thousand knives!"

This is the first time that Hua Qianshu lost control of his emotions in front of him and cried like an aggrieved child.

Even though she had been torn apart by the destruction of the Hua family before, she had broken her silver teeth, and she had never cried so bitterly in front of herself.

I misunderstood her in a thousand ways, and the grievances and bitterness in her stomach were also raised with a stubborn face, with tears, and she tried to smile at the corner of her lips.

This time, Yinfeng's death caused the defense she had built in front of her to completely collapse.

Ye Fang didn't know how to coax, but repeated a sentence repeatedly and clumsily: "Don't cry, don't cry." ”

Gentle and patient.

Hua Qianshu cried more and more fiercely, buried her face in his chest, tears soaked the placket of his chest.

Ye Fang kept the same posture all the time, motionless.

Finally, Hua Qianshu was tired of crying, and her voice gradually became quieter.

Ye Fang picked her up horizontally, strode back to her yard, gently rested her on the bed, took the warm handkerchief handed over by Yukuer, helped her gently and clumsily wipe the tears on her face, warmed her palms, and then soaked her in hot water again, and wrapped her cold little feet in the hot handkerchief.

"Don't cry anymore, or this king will be distressed. ”

Hua Qianshu pursed her mouth and held back the tears that welled up in her eyes.

"My heart hurts. ”

She whispered: "God has taken back all the warmth that belongs to me, why should I be so stingy, even this last bit of sunshine must be taken away? I am not afraid of anything, but I really don't want to lose it again."

Who is it that is so cruel that you have to kill people before you give up?"

Ye Fang took her back into his arms: "Even if I turn the Ni Dress Pavilion upside down, I will definitely find the murderer of Yinfeng, sacrifice with blood, and pay for my life with my life." ”

It's a pity that even if you take revenge, Yinfeng won't come back.

There was a murder in the neon dress hall, which immediately alarmed the old lady.

It's really been an eventful place lately.

The people in the yard are dying, walking and walking, and the yard that was originally full of purple and red is now empty, and there is too much less life.

A layer of ash shrouded the Neon Fashion Pavilion.

The old lady sighed for a long time, and only ordered Mama Liang to call the steward to go over, and explained the aftermath of Yin Feng in a few words.

Yefang didn't know how to comfort Hua Qianshu, so he clumsily held a handkerchief and sweated in the palm of his hand.

Feng Chumad stood in front of Yin Feng's coffin for a long time, like a sculpture, without saying a word.

The gray-black paper money swirled under his feet, and it seemed to be the soul of the wind that was reluctant to give up.

The boy has tears and doesn't flick. Even if he is sad in his heart, he is unwilling to show it in front of others.

It's just that the hair on his forehead hangs down, covering the obscurity at the bottom of his eyes, covering the frowning sword eyebrows, and covering the wings of his nose, but it can't hide the heavy sadness that envelops him.

His thin lips pursed, his Adam's apple slid with difficulty, and for the first time he lost the unruly nature of his body, solemn and melancholy.

Yin Feng has a bold temperament, although the two don't have much contact, but the eyes in this world are very wonderful things. Among the original six-room concubines of the Seventh Emperor Uncle, the only thing he admired was Yin Feng.

Yin Feng's death made him feel abrupt and sad.

Hua Qianshu walked towards him, and when he came to him, he didn't know what to say.

"You don't have to say anything, I know that. ”

Feng Chufang's voice was a little hoarse, and these words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

Hua Qianshu really didn't say anything.

She just felt that she would feel better when she stood together with Feng Chuma, who was also sad, at least, this mourning was not lonely.

Feng Chu turned around and left, walked under the eaves of the porch, picked off the listless starling, opened the birdcage, and blurted out again: "Bastard!"

Starling squatted in the cage and didn't leave, tilting his head and staring at Feng Chuma, he also learned his tongue, and was also indignant: "Bastard!"

"Damn it!"

"Mao!"

Spreading his wings, "fluttering" flew away, landed on the eaves in front, turned his little head, and scolded Feng Chu again: "Mao!"

The strings in Hua Qianshu's heart trembled, as if something dusty had been stripped out, and he was honest under the sun after the rain.

Cat!

Yin Feng said: Even if there is a wild cat to provoke this starling, she will not care.

I can't help but think of the two disasters that befell those wild cats fed by the wind.

There are people in the Neon Dress House who hate these creatures who like to jump on the roof.

These feral cats got in her way.

Raising his face, the starling still landed on the eaves in front, which was Feng Tan's yard, adjacent to Yin Feng.

Hua Qianshu suddenly narrowed her eyes: Could it really be her?