"I don't think it's the best time yet!" said a middle-aged man with two large ears and a firm, dark skin on his face. www.biquge.info Seeing that everyone was looking at him with surprised eyes, he continued: "After all, we have too few people, and we don't know the scale of the other party, so if we attack so blindly, it will definitely be a big deal!"

"Xiaotian, I think you are afraid of death. A small-eyed middle-aged man about his age said. "It's been nesting here, so it's better to fight with them vigorously. Anyway, such a life is meaningless. ”

"I'm in favor of that. A young man said. He has a handsome face and fair skin, but unfortunately, the tattoo on the left side of his face makes him look so incongruous. "I've had enough of this damn tattoo, and if I don't break that spell for a day, I won't have peace for a day!" After he said this, many people's emotions were pulled, and they stood up and raised their hands in response.

"Since even Ling Yu said so, then ......" Before he finished speaking, black liquid oozed from the mouth of the white-robed old man. The fluid seeped more and more, so much so that it blocked his throat. But he still wanted to say what he hadn't said, so he could only keep making a "gurgling" sound. Unfortunately, until he collapsed on the huge table, he couldn't utter a word, only his shaky body and explosive eyeballs.

"It's not good, the wine is poisonous!" The middle-aged man in the red robe, who was half a minute late due to family matters, immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. He immediately shot at the door, slamming it open.

The doorman standing outside the door had also fallen to the ground by this time, and he had no breath, he picked up a sword from the ground, and with a thud he stepped back. There were a few more corpses at the conference table.

The survivors who had not drunk had weapons in their hands, and sadly they didn't know which person to shoot, because everyone was a suspect and they could only hold their weapons across their chests and look at each other with wary eyes.

The breath of death filled the whole room, the air seemed to be invisibly added with iron and lead, and even breathing had to use more force, and because of each other's taboos to speak out first, it would become the first object of suspicion of everyone, so the silence of the whole scene seemed to be breathtaking, and everyone could clearly hear the breathing of themselves and others.

Everyone seems to be caught in the acupoint, but who would have thought how much torment they have endured in their hearts, Ming Ming Kong has a body of ability, but there is nowhere to release it, and they must always beware of being slandered as a murderer!

A small sound of "dang" broke the dull atmosphere, and the tips of everyone's swords immediately pointed towards the source of the sound. In fact, it was just a young man with a handsome face accidentally touching a wine glass on the ground! His face was pale with fright, like impermanence in hell, but he didn't dare to make the slightest movement, and he didn't dare to explain, he could only smile to everyone reluctantly, as a way to show his innocence.

However, everyone didn't seem to understand, and still shot at him with that sharp gaze, as if they had finally found a target. In fact, maybe they can't be blamed entirely, in that environment, who can still maintain absolute sobriety, as long as there is the slightest hint, it will immediately be released to infinity. That's often the case with a lot of things, and when everyone is stuck in an unsolvable problem, even a little bit of wrong guidance, then it will become a reality. If you want to blame, you can only blame the other party's carelessness - since you can't hold your breath, then you are most likely to be the murderer!

The young man's face did not recover in the slightest, and what was more, his face was distorted. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, so that his feet were also moved, and the wine glass on the ground was kicked by him again with a crisp sound. The onlookers' swords tightened, ready to plunge their weapons into each other's bodies the next moment.

"Ah......" After a painful and helpless trumpet, the sword in the young man's hand slammed upward, and then sent the white sword body into his body with a backhand. Bright red blood flowed down the wound like a spring, and the blood stains on his yellow clothes were rapidly expanding. Eventually, it could no longer cling to it, so it could only continue to drip down its coat and on the ground.

The young man, who was no longer handsome, looked at the corpses lying on the table, and then looked around at the crowd around him. The next moment, out of nowhere, he turned around sharply. It's just that the moment he turned around, the small-eyed middle-aged man had already inserted another sword into his body. With the pull of the sword, his body fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man with big ears immediately flashed to his side and stretched out a hand to hold his head up. "What are you doing here?" he yelled at the small-eyed middle-aged man.

"If I don't do it again, he'll continue to hurt other people!" he said just as loudly. No one refuted it, after all, the facts were in front of him, and he did have such tendencies. Everyone responded to him with silence.

The big-eared middle-aged man didn't speak again, he looked at the young man who fell in his arms with deep eyes, reached out and stroked his somewhat messy hair and said, "Why are you doing this?"

"I ...... I didn't...... I didn't do that!" said the young man, choked up and in a faint voice. Another wave of pain welled up in his body. "No...... Not me....... Before he could finish speaking, his body was out of breath. And the pain, despair, and horror remained the same on his face.

The middle-aged man with big ears also became painful, because he felt that the young man did not seem to fully understand his words, and he stood up regretfully and said loudly: "What evidence do you have to prove that he did it!"

The surroundings fell silent again, and everyone seemed to think that there was some truth in his words.

"There is only one evidence, that is, he has committed suicide in fear of sin, if this is not the case, then why did he do that?"

"Fart, you murderer, traitor, you are the real murderer!" the big-eared middle-aged man yelled at the small-eyed middle-aged man.

"Why are you spewing blood? Are you his accomplice?"

The faces of the eight or nine people standing around showed puzzled expressions, they didn't know who to believe, and now the only thing they could do was to continue to be vigilant!

"Do you still want to quibble, you see, what is this, this is what Ling Yu gave me just now before he died!" said Big Ear, spreading his hand, and a note appeared. And there was a line written on the note - I saw Uncle Xiao Nian enter the wine cellar!

"If it wasn't for the poison you put it, why would you go to the wine cellar? If it wasn't for you, why would you be in such a hurry to kill Ling Yu?"

"You murderer, you are really vicious, but it's a pity that you miscalculated, you think I'm Ling Yu's stupid boy, and I will end myself because of your frame-up? You are too naïve! Even if you want to die, I will pull you along!" As soon as the words fell, a sword light flashed.

"And you say you're not a murderer?" said the big-eared middle-aged man in horror, as if he had forgotten to dodge. In the next moment, the sword light had already come to the center of his eyebrows half an inch, and it was impossible to dodge it no matter how flexible he was.

However, until the light was completely gone, he stood there without any harm. It turned out that a few of those eight or nine people finally made a move, and they worked together to dissolve the sharp sword light.

"Wow, even you don't believe me. The small-eyed middle-aged man stepped back, picked up the sword in his hand and slashed it in front of his chest. Then the sword was transformed into countless swords, but before they could be launched, they were shattered by a huge fireball. His heart shattered, knowing that what would follow must be a simultaneous attack by many people.

He clenched his fists with both hands, then let go, his five fingers bent. A wave of energy was instantly released, forming a defensive wall in front of him. There was another bang, and the wall went up in smoke, and his body slammed into the wall!

He put his hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but a sword was already around his neck.

He gave up resistance, looked up at the man with the sword, and said nothing, because he knew that there were some things that words could not change!

"Let me do the right thing for heaven today!" said the big-eared middle-aged man who raised the sword in his hand high.

"Wait. The red-robed middle-aged man finally spoke. The sword stopped in mid-air because of the sudden two words, and did not cut down. "He's not a murderer!" the red-robed middle-aged man continued.

"Then who's the murderer?"

"You. Before he finished speaking, the red-robed middle-aged man had already sent a dagger into the other party's body.