You're not a kid anymore, why are you so naïve? Luo Le suddenly wanted to laugh, and smiled coldly from the bottom of his heart, "Children only talk about right and wrong, and adults only talk about pros and cons." ”

"Doesn't that talk about good and bad, good and evil?" Luo Le began to be a little angry.

"It seems that over the years, I have protected you too well and borne too much for you, so that you can't see the cruelty of reality!" Lesheng's masked face approached Luo Le incomparably, almost pressing on Luo Le's face. "It's a world of the jungle, and who doesn't want to be the first? Do you know what kind of life these killers I raised? If I hadn't rescued them, given them another identity, and taught them skills, they would have died long before I met me! Including the one you've always been a friend of, I also dug it out of the dead man's heap in the first place. ”

"If you see too much injustice in the world, can you counter violence with violence?" Luo Le roared angrily, but involuntarily looked at Yu Xiaohuan.

Yu Xiaohuan just sat on the ground, rubbed her knees and said a little weakly, "My legs are unconscious." ”

She deliberately interrupted the aggressive conversation between the two.

"Bring the antidote!" Luo Le stretched out his hand to Le Sheng and said.

"What if I say no?" Le Sheng smiled contemptuously, and then said with a straight face: "Let's talk about it first, how to solve it between us!" ”

"Between us?" Luo Le said unyieldingly, "Of course, the killer organization has disappeared from the rivers and lakes since then, and will no longer come out to do evil!" ”

"Hahaha!" Lesheng laughed out loud, as if he had heard the biggest joke he had ever heard in his life.

After laughing, his laughter stopped abruptly, and then his expression tensed, his eyes became fierce, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Why are you?" ”

Luo Le just looked at him, not frightened, but also thinking about the question he just said: why?

yes, why?

Yu Xiaohuan was also thinking, what should they do?

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Qiao Boyi and Xi Jianyun took Murong Nanzhi and Yin Nanchuan to the foot of the mountain at great speed to find the horses they had dropped last night.

"You say, is Luo Le fake, or is Le Ergongzi fake?" Yin Nanchuan finally said his doubts along the way.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't mention it?" Qiao Boyi glared at him and said.

"But I don't understand!" Yin Nanchuan grabbed his head and said, "What I don't understand is always wandering in my head, I'm really afraid, I'm afraid that I won't be able to keep my mouth if I'm not careful." ”

"You'd better hold on!" Qiao Boyi said, "It's all fake, understand? ”

"How so?" Yin Nanchuan continued to chatter, "The eldest son of Le who sent us to Changming Mountain has been getting along for two days, and from his style, no matter how I look at it, I think he is the eldest son of the largest family in the southwest." But the man wearing the mask just now, didn't you notice that his height and body shape are really very similar to the Le Dagongzi we saw before, is he really ......? ”

"Shut up!" Xi Jianyun shouted, "Be careful of your life if you talk nonsense!" ”

Yin Nanchuan was frightened, and immediately shrank back and covered his mouth.

Seeing that he was so frightened, Xi Jianyun's expression eased slightly, and he didn't know whether it was as a comfort or a hint, and said, "Don't forget, what we said when we owed them a favor." We just don't bother with this matter anymore, and it's not a matter of harm. ”

"Miss Yu and Luo Gongzi forced us to leave just now to save us." Murong Nanzhi also explained to Yin Nanchuan in a low voice, "They will solve this matter, if you are not like the footsteps of your Shanmo Sect Bu Changming Sect, it is better to act as if nothing has happened." ”

Yin Nanchuan covered his mouth and nodded obediently.

Murong Nanzhi's heart was filled with pain. She remembered Yu Xiaohuan's last expression and last look, and kept thinking: Did she already know? She must have known about it a long time ago, so when she found out that I liked that person, she knocked on the side of me, and deliberately flirted with that person for this reason...... But should I thank her, or should I hate her and not say it directly?

She looked down at the painting of Murong Wenxin that she had taken out of the secret room of the Changming Sect, and her hands clenched even tighter.

Today, it was too difficult for her, two things, like two thunderbolts on a sunny day, slashed down on her head, making her whole person sluggish and sluggish, and the original white face as jade had no luster and blood.

"Miss Murong, let's send you back to Jiangnan." Xi Jianyun proposed that compared to the other two boys, he knew how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade the most.

"Yes, yes, Miss Murong still has to go back and ask about that painting." Yin Nanchuan said babblingly.

Which pot is not opened, which pot is mentioned! At this moment, even the cool Qiao Boyi had to sigh secretly.

The four of them turned over and got on their horses, and the horses had just run away a few paces, when the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near.

They stopped and waited for a while, and then they saw several fast horses appear in front of them. Look again, the people sitting on the back of the horse are all women, except for the first person, the rest of them are all wearing light-colored gauze skirts, driven by the fast horse, the clothes are fluttering, very elegant and smart.

When the first person was wearing a dark purple long skirt and dark embroidered black patterns, he was very imposing, and he was very anxious, and after seeing the four people in front of him clearly, his tense expression suddenly relaxed.

Murong Nanzhi hurriedly turned over and dismounted, greeted him, and called out in an indescribable excitement: "Mother! ”

"Nanyuki, are you okay?" Murong interceded and saw that his daughter's complexion was not very good, but he was distressed. "Why did you run around without making a sound, but it scared my mother to death."

Murong Nan plunged into her mother's arms, sprinkled coquettishness, and then the warmth of her mother's arms comforted her wounded heart.

Murong Nanzhi hugged his mother for a while, remembering that there was still a friend behind him, so he quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, separated from his mother, and when he looked back at his friend, everything returned to normal.

After Yin Nanchuan and the other three young people met the head of Murong Sect, Murong Nanzhi asked the junior sisters to retreat to the periphery to be on guard, and took out the painting scroll brought out from the Changming faction, handed it to his mother, and motioned for his mother to open it and take a look.

Murong opened the scroll with suspicion, and when he saw the face of the woman in the painting, he looked up at his daughter, and asked with a smile: "Who made this for you, the painting is really good......

When she said the last word, she was suddenly stunned, it was an old painting, and the handwriting was somewhat familiar......

"No!"

Suddenly, the scroll fell from her hand inadvertently.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Murong Nanzhi asked, and took the fallen scroll in his hand with his hand. "This ...... It turns out that the woman in the painting is not you! Murong asked and said calmly, "Mother is dazzled." ”