Yang Ye's bones were not cold, and he let himself draw his sword against his widow, but Antiru couldn't do it anyway.

"Sister-in-law," An Tiru pleaded with tears in her eyes, "Brother Yang is the brother of the son-in-law, and he is also the eldest brother of Tiru. If the sister-in-law can trust Tiru, she will hold it off, and Tiru will swear with her life that she will definitely assist her son in finding out the real murderer and avenge this blood avenge for Brother Yang. ”

Li Yuan was unmoved, and said coldly: "If you still treat me as your sister-in-law, get out of the way for me!" ”

An Tiru couldn't let it, took a step forward, grabbed the sword in Li Yuan's hand, and put it against his chest: "If my sister-in-law can't believe Tiru, she will kill me with a sword." It is not a pity for Tiru to die, but please let my sister-in-law know that if my sister-in-law is eager for revenge and used by others, she mistakenly identifies her innocence, and lets the real murderer who killed Brother Yang go unpunished, and Brother Yang's spirit in the sky will not rest in peace. ”

"You don't want to bluff me!"

Li Yuan's eyes were red, his bare hand clenched the hilt of the sword, and he pushed forward inch by inch, blood spilled from the wound, and he swam red on Antiru's coat.

"If Na Mu Si is really innocent, why are you afraid that I will confront him face to face?"

"Because not all people, like sisters-in-law, go to find the truth."

Li Yuan was stunned, and seemed to vaguely understand.

At first glance, when she heard that Yang Ye was killed, she felt as if the sky had fallen and the earth was cracking, and the whole person was chaotic and numb in pain.

Later, the Chen family and the Zhu family came. It seems that there is no effort, all the evidence of the crime points to Mu Dianke, who was originally mourning and mourning in the condolence hall with the same hatred and resentment.

Later, Yan Yisheng and his wife arrived, and someone told the couple that Mu Dianke had instructed the people who bought the human teeth to insult Yan Ling......

And so it happened. It's logical, but it's a little unbelievably compact.

However, the truth is in front of him, even if there are many suspicions, Li Yuan can't stop.

"All I want is the truth! Whoever makes trouble, I'll kill him first! Get out of the way! ”

Antiru gritted her teeth and refused to take a step back. The bloodline climbed up the blade of the sword, meandering and dripping.

He Peishan burst into tears: "Tiru, why are you doing this, why are you? Ah Ye, Ah Ye, he is like a brother to you, why is he dead, and you don't even want us to find out the murderer? ”

Pu Qingyun held on to the railing, his eyes were full of tears, and he said angrily: "I think they are clearly weak-hearted, and they threaten you with their old feelings." Ayuan, don't pay attention to him, kill him first, and then kill Mu Si's little slut! ”

I only heard a loud shout behind me: "Ayuan! Guan Shibei rushed over, grabbed Li Yuan's hand that was clenched into a fist, and pulled it hard, and finally used brute force to snatch the long sword, turned around and threw it into the lake, and said bitterly: "Ayuan, what are you doing?" They are all their own people, and if they have anything to say, they have to use knives and guns to see blood. ”

"Heh my family!" Li Yuan sneered repeatedly, turned around and pointed to the position in the front hall, suddenly lost control of his emotions, and roared loudly at Guan Shibei: "You go and ask Chang Qianfo, does he treat us as his own family?" Only Mu Si is her heart and liver, and she is her own family! ”

The more Guan Shibei heard her talk, the more unspeakable she became, and interrupted in a hurry: "Shut up!" He shouted, "What kind of bastard are you talking about?" ”

Suddenly, the back of his hand burned, and when he looked down, it was a hot teardrop splashed on his hand.

Li Yuan turned his back, raised his hand to cover his mouth, trembling all over, and tears fell down like beads. finally couldn't help it, burying his head and whimpering.

Guan Shibei's heart is as broken as a knife, how can he bear to be harsh again? turned around and hugged Li Yuan, burst into tears, and choked up: "Good boy, good boy, is it my aunt...... right"

At this time, Yan Yisheng also caught up with the bridge.

After only one night's work, the old housekeeper who was originally in good spirits seemed to be ten years old. His hair was half gray and black, his face was folded and folded, his eyelids drooped, and he was completely devoid of his lustre. Yan Yisheng glanced at An Tiru, but didn't say anything, silently stepped forward, hugged his wife, who was also emaciated, and stood on the railing in silence.

Antiru had never felt so hateful as she did now.

He wished that Li Yuan could stab a sword in his chest, and it would be better than standing here unharmed, bearing the pain and torment of conscience.

He suddenly wondered what he would do if the person standing on the bridge at this moment was Chang Qianfo?

I'm afraid that Chang Qianfo's situation at this time is not much better than his own.

There are thousands of roads in the world, and he chose the most difficult one.

"Jingle Bell"

"Jingle Bell"

From the dense shade of the trees in the distance, the crisp sound of bells rang in a series of sounds, like an incoherent piece of music, with some mysterious meaning, leading people to the distance of the heart.

The sound of "jingle bells" reverberated in the empty garden, lingering among the grass and flowers, and the sound was getting closer and closer, but no one was heard.

Everyone's minds were mobilized and tensed.

If it was half a year ago, people would still be unfamiliar with this ringtone. So after Yan Wei of Kunlun Mountain and Peng Ruofeng of the Peng family in Yangzhou were killed one after another, and after the Liu family was wiped out three months ago, anyone who has a little knowledge of the rivers and lakes will not dare to take it lightly after hearing this bell.

Antiru stood on the spot.

In addition to the shock, he regretted it even more. He asked Fu Xiu to go back to deliver the letter, so that Mu Dian could avoid conflict and avoid conflict, not to let her prepare in advance and kill these people.

At this moment, he vaguely understood Chang Qianfo's good intentions in surrounding the council hall, Chang Qianfo did not let the people of Huairentang provoke Mu Dianke, probably to a greater extent to protect them, rather than Mu Dianke.

Who is Mu Dianke, what is Mei Longxue, he has been warm for too long, and he has completely forgotten this.

An old eagle let out a rough quack, flapped its wings and flew up, and two black feathers fell, falling leisurely like a lake, rippling in the water.

"Slep, chop, chop!" The screams were gone.

Everyone felt their hearts pounding, and when they looked up, they saw that on the treetops where the old eagle was startled, there was a white-haired and thin old man standing in his arms, his wide white robe swaying with the branches, and from the depths of the cuffs, two hands that were as dry as old roots, easily and casually holding two pure black claw hooks.

White-clothed and black-clawed, tumbling red mud. One of the four major killers in Mobei, Tingzhong Crane.

The five or six guards gathered around He Peishan brushed and drew their swords together, formed a defensive position, and looked around in awe.

Antiru drew his sword and rushed to the front.

Suddenly, the east wind rose from the lake, and a burst of refreshing floral fragrance blew with the wind, because it was mixed with a little moisture, and it was a little damp. At the source of the fragrant wind, a woman wearing a purple gauze robe fell from the sky, with long hair reaching to the ankles, light gauze covering, and a pair of jade slender feet gently dotted the tip of the tree.

Breast enlargement, thin waist and long legs, graceful posture. The slender arms lightly held dozens of purple yarns, and the wind blew the poplars and sprinkled them, which was so beautiful that it was shocking.

The men present only felt that their hearts were in a trance, and the three souls and seven spirits were already incomplete.

Guan Shibei shouted: "Everyone beware! This is the trick of the demon girl's lust to deceive people. ”

stepped forward and slapped them one by one, and everyone suddenly woke up, and their strong luck stabilized their minds, and then they resisted.

After a moment of distraction, I saw two delicate figures appear at the end of the Jiuqu Stone Bridge.

Two little girls of twelve or thirteen years old, one in a pink shirt and the other in a blue skirt, both with round faces and pointed chins, looked innocent, and walked with a smile and a smile.

On the white and round ankles of the little girl in the blue shirt, a string of small silver bells was tied.

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