Chapter 128: What Is the True Look? Jingling became suspicious again

As soon as the words of the sword blame came out, Wei Luo's eyes became shining.

At this moment, she suddenly thought: yes, why should I camp here and make a living? This sword kung fu is so high, he is willing to protect me, I can get out of here.

I won't go back to Vietnam, I'm just drifting around the world like a ranger. I, I'm rich!

Jian Ji looked at Wei Luo's brighter and brighter little face with a smile. His expression was very confident, as if he had expected Wei Luo to be happy.

In fact, Wei Luo is not happy and has no way, she is reluctant to Jingling Gongzi, she is reluctant to worry about her heart, but the Sang girls are dead, and it is impossible between her and Jingling Gongzi. Now she can only happily accept Jian Yao's suggestion.

Wei Luo was determined, and when he pursed his lips, he was about to speak.

As soon as her lips squirmed, she saw that Jian Ji, who had been smiling for a long time, had a sinking face, stood up with a swish, and said coldly: "Shame? Such a maggot with bones! ”

As soon as the voice sounded, the person was gone.

Goodbye to people is gone!

Wei Luo looked at the empty collapse in front of her, and the smile on her face, which had just bloomed and was like a flower, froze instantly.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of footsteps and the sound of clothes breaking through the air.

In the blink of an eye, this small post house was surrounded by high-ranking people.

Wei Luo slowly raised his head and looked at the bright moon outside. The people who surrounded this place were obviously big masters, and Wei Luo didn't notice it until they appeared on the roof above her head.

It seems that tonight will not be better.

Sure enough, a deep voice sounded fifty paces outside, "This Mulberry Girl's corpse!" ”

As soon as the voice fell, an old, hoarse voice came from the door, "Wei Luo Ke is awake?" Let's see it. ”

When this man heard the voice, it was like an old man with a candle in the wind. But Wei Luo didn't need to see him in person, and he knew that this person must also be a grandmaster-level master.

Such a master, even though her room has not been lit up. He could also tell from his own breathing that he was not asleep.

Wei Luo let out a low sigh. She gathered her deep clothes, tied her hair back again, put on her shoes, and walked slowly outside.

"Squeak" pushed open the door, and Wei Luo glanced at the five or six black-clothed people in the courtyard.

Among these black-clothed people, only the white-haired old man standing in the middle was dressed in casual linen.

In the moonlight, Wei Luo faced this old man with cloudy eyes and wrinkles on his face, as if he could trap flies.

With a look of unease and panic on her face as fast as she could, she strode over to the men, crossed her hands, and was about to speak.

However, as soon as her mouth opened, the old man had already waved his hand and shouted: "Take Wei Luo, lift the corpse, and meet the son." ”

"No."

In the sound of a neat promise, two black-clothed swordsmen walked up behind Wei Luo and stared at her fiercely.

Wei Luo naturally wouldn't let them be forcibly escorted, she smiled bitterly, closed her mouth, and walked out behind the old man.

These people apparently came by stealth. There was neither a carriage nor a horseback ride.

In the bright moonlight, on the lonely Xintian street, Wei Luo walked among the crowd without saying a word. Now the third watch has passed, and the four fields are silent, only the sound of their footsteps continues to sound in the empty streets.

The distance from Jingling Mansion to the post house is not close, it is twenty or thirty miles away. However, these people are all strong on their feet, and Wei Luo did not pretend to be weak, she could block the attack of the swordsman with a wooden sword two and a half years ago, and she couldn't pretend if she wanted to.

Therefore, it took less than half an hour for the group to reach these twenty or thirty miles.

The gates of Jingling Gongzi's Mansion were closed, and the group walked through the small side gate that Wei Luo had never walked through.

The huge prince's mansion is full of trees and quiet at this time. Wei Luo walked and walked, and his feet were a little weak.

After a while, they came to the outside of the main courtyard.

Wei Luo looked at the silent main courtyard and secretly thought: He must have fallen asleep at such a late hour, right?

In Wei Luo's thoughts, the group passed through the bedroom of the prince of Jingling and walked towards the study.

As soon as he came to the door of the study, Wei Luo's feet were really soft. In the study, the lights were bright, and there were many people outside, and the bastard didn't even go to sleep at such a late hour. Could it be that he is waiting for someone?

Oh my God, the person who won't be called a maggot with bones by the sword is actually sent by the prince of Jingling, right?

Thinking of this, Wei Luo didn't even have the last bit of strength.

The swordsmen escorted Wei Luo to the outside of the study. Through the bead curtain, Wei Luo could see that the prince of Jingling was closing his eyes slightly, leaning lazily on the collapse. The handsome and innocent face, in the faint red light of the lantern, showed a little tiredness.

Wei Luo looked at him, hesitated, and his footsteps stopped. At this moment, a black-clothed swordsman strode out behind her. The black-clothed swordsman walked up to the prince of Jingling, crossed his hands, and said loudly: "Returning to the prince, the sword is strange, I can't wait to catch it." However, he actually walked out of Wei Luo's room, and the Sang Nu was also killed by him. ”

Gongzi Jingling slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were as deep as midnight, and the moment he quietly met Wei Luo, Wei Luo shivered violently, and hurriedly walked in with his head down, and came to five steps in front of him, kneeling on his stomach, and nodding his head to the ground.

A faint voice came from above her head, "All retreat." ”

"No."

Everyone responded neatly and withdrew in unison. After a while, in the entire study, only Wei Luo and Jingling Gongzi were left.

Wei Luo lowered his head and knelt there motionless, his thoughts fluttering, and he was thinking about a way to get out.

At this time, the faint voice of the prince of Jingling came, "Wei Luo! ”

"Yes."

Wei Luo hurriedly replied in a trembling voice.

The sound of Jingling Gongzi's slowly moving robe came into his ears, and after a while, he actually sighed.

This sigh is a bit strange, it seems to be helpless, it seems to be powerless, it seems to be sad and angry, and there are some indescribable complex emotions.

After a long sigh, there was silence again. It wasn't until Wei Luo, who was kneeling on the ground, moved uneasily that the prince of Jingling said in a deep voice: "Sword blame, learn from the nameless Moyin, good at swords, good at appearance." ”

"All the families in the world, those who are good at disguise, have seven veins, however, the sword blame is the most unpredictable. Wei Luo, you are actually one of his veins? ”

When Wei Luo heard this, she was shocked, and when she opened her mouth to argue, the deep voice of the prince of Jingling came again, "You know that I suspect you, first confessed to your appearance, and then took the initiative to show your true face." After a few times of getting along, you were all proud, with a hidden joy, and your appearance was really suspicious. I've always suspected that you're still lying to me. But until today, I know that the old medicine skill is not enough to peep into your true face! ”

When he said this, he slowly leaned over and approached Wei Luo, his voice was deep and cold, like a boulder of ice, "Wei Luo, what is your true appearance?" ”