The moon is blue and the sky is blue, and all intrigues and tricks are carried out quietly under the cover of night.

The entire Xing family seemed to be quiet all of a sudden, and Feng knew that everything was about to come to an end.

But the truth is still buried behind the conspiracy, and she has the right to find out, not for anything else, but for the hazy teary eyes of Apricot Zijin that day.

Xingchen's room was dark, and there was only one oil lamp in the empty room. Feng leaned around the room, trying to get clues about Xingzijin, but found nothing.

As the bond of hatred between Xingchen and Mu Luoyi, her death must have hidden something.

Feng Qian didn't think that Xingchen would be ruthless enough to kill his daughter with his own hands, but he just felt that her death was a *, the destruction of Yiyun Villa thirty years ago was inextricably linked with Xingchen, and Mu Luoyi's revenge was probably related to the secret behind Gen Dog's moon lantern!

Feng looked at the empty room, a little depressed, but she didn't believe it, there was really no clue left in this secret!

Feng poured his heart to sit on the ground, sighed lightly, his eyes happened to fall on the west wall, this falling eye light was immediately entangled there, there was no difference, only a copy of the back of the beauty, each stroke of the pen peak is sticky to the style, the beauty is like snow muscles and bones are easy to dissipate, so that people's eyes are like a budding peony to be released, the fragrance of flowers is overflowing.

Feng Qian stared at the beautiful picture, and always felt that something was strange, the back of the woman, the painter's pen peak, seemed to rotate into Feng Qian's eyes, turning into a dream, who was the one who caught whom?

"I just hope that my father-in-law can live well......"

"I just hope that my father-in-law can live well......"

"I just hope that my father-in-law can live well......"

"Love! Heart! Wake up! ”

A hoarse scream woke Feng Qianxin, she felt like she was being pulled hard, and she walked out of the nightmare in an instant, finding herself half-leaning on Si Ying.

"It's on fire! Come on! Si Ying saw her wake up, dragged her and rushed out of the house desperately.

Feng was stumbling to the ground by him, and raised his eyes to see that the room in front of him was dyed red, and the heat behind him was unbearable, it was fire!

She looked back at the picture of the beauty's back, with a line of small characters written in the lower right corner, washed away and plain, still as red as a flower. Bing Qingyu is pure and exquisite, and the most is to look back and be charming.

It's her, it's really her, it's her!

"She's what I'm looking for!" Feng Qianxin's eyes lit up, and he tore off Si Ying's hand and ran towards the painting in the fire.

Si Ying wanted to reach out and grab her, but she dodged her, and at this moment, bursts of black smoke rolled up with tongues of fire rushed over, the fire was instantly fierce, and in the blink of an eye, the raging flames enveloped the roof trusses and beams, and the doors and windows were engulfed in flames in an instant.

Si Ying was forced out by the fire, he watched the whole room dyed into a sea of fire, his whole body trembled, and he collapsed on the ground all of a sudden, and after a while, he shouted her name heartbreakingly: "Pour your heart!" ……”

Forget Chen and Chen Zixi ran out when they heard the sound, standing on the corridor, watching the fire in front of them stain half of the sky red.

Chen Zixi hurriedly ran over with a bucket and poured it on the raging fire, but this bucket of water was tantamount to a drop in the bucket, and it didn't help at all.

Forget Chen's eyes were red by the fire, the bottom of his eyes seemed to be more hot and terrible than the fire, the air around him was so hot that people were on the verge of suffocation, like the call of death, the fire was being picked up by the wind, dancing around, Chen Zixi pulled Si Ying and Forget Chen in horror and shouted: "Hurry up, the fire is spreading!" ”

Forget Chen glanced at the burning house, and still kept twisting the Buddha beads in his hands, one tighter than the other, and the harder than the other, but in the end he still lowered his hand, turned around and left, his feet just lifted away, a spark fell from the sky, the corridor burned instantly, and the hundred-year-old apricot orchard was destroyed at one time.

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How long the night passed, how dangerous it was, and who knew what would happen later.

The edge of the canopy was faintly glowing with a hideous blood-colored red light, and the full moon hung in the inky night, without a trace of starlight around it, and the moon seemed to be lonely and crumbling and would drift away at any moment.

In the Spring Inn, the room is full of darkness.

A wet half-cut man slowly climbed to the window with strange anti-figure-eight hands, and carefully took out an object from his arms, which was carefully wrapped in a black cloth, and he reached out to open the black cloth layer by layer, and finally revealed a small and delicate lamp.

This lamp is very weird, it is a grinning dog, full of hair, with a big mouth to the sky and a long roar, staring at blood-red eyes, as if it bites when it sees people, like a very vicious person.

"The wicked have their own wicked grinding, don't blame me."

The man dropped the lamp on the windowsill and hissed as if to spit out the words from his chest and abdomen.

As soon as his voice fell, a man walked out of the darkness behind him, who was about fifty years old, but his eyes were dark, staring at the person under the window.

"You are calm, the Xingjia compound handed down by your ancestors has been burned to the ground, are you willing to do it?"

Xingbai, who was halfway under the window, sneered, turned around slowly, stared at him with a pair of lifeless eyes in his messy hair, and said, "Who said that there are not you and my brothers left?" ”

Xingbai moved his arms with difficulty, lying on the ground and dragging half of his body like a snake to Xingchen, then straightened up and looked up at the face that was exactly the same as himself in the night, and said in a hoarse voice: "Finally, I can talk to you face to face on this day." ”

"You can really live, so long that I can't bear to kill you." Xingchen looked condescendingly at Xingbai on the ground and chuckled: "I know this lamp is fake, you want to protect him." ”

Xingbai listened to the words and hooked the flesh on the side of his mouth, looked at Xingchen with blood-red eyes, but said very calmly: "Achen, don't you stop yet?" ”

Xingchen's old eyes rolled, a cold light shot out, and he said coldly: "Why should I stop it, that thing was promised to me by Yi Qingchen himself, and he actually went back on his word, no wonder I." ”

"So you secretly reported to the emperor that Yiyun Villa intended to rebel and killed more than 1,000 people in his village!" Xingchen finally changed his face, gritted his teeth and roared: "Do you know that you are trapped in my injustice, if I hadn't told you about this back then, how could they have suffered such a catastrophe?" ”

"That's why I'm going to kill you, lest you bear this notoriety and feel guilty for the rest of your life, my good brother."

After that, he teleported, and only in the blink of an eye, he came to Xingbai, lifted him up with one hand, and chuckled hideously: "I wanted to live for you with this crime in your name, but it's a pity that only half of my body is left and I haven't died?" ”

"You think that if you become an apricot white, he will let you go, do you know who saved me back then?" Xingbai, who was pinched by the neck, had no expression on his face.

Xingchen's eyes were stunned, and he trembled a little, and said tremblingly: "Yes...... Who? ”

Xingbai stretched out the weird hand and pushed the hand on his neck away, and the power of restraint disappeared abruptly, making him fall to the ground in embarrassment, but Xingbai laughed happily and said, "Of course it's my good niece, do you think she doesn't know what you're doing?" ”