The panicked crowd trampled blood all over the ground.

Wang Jinghua's eyes widened, his face froze in surprise, he didn't even cry out in pain, and his body only had time to twitch before it quickly stiffened into a straight line in the cold wind.

Qi Chang was dumbfounded, and involuntarily retreated, and at the same time, his heart jumped wildly, and in an instant, his chest and back were drenched with sweat.

Who is the murderer?

Who wants to kill Wang Jinghua?

No, it's not to kill Wang Jinghua, it's to kill Wang Jinghua and him!

Death swept him into an icy wave, ready to smash him to pieces, fear swept over the world, his hands and feet weakened, and his brain turned into a puddle of mush.

He thought that it must be the King of Wei, and the King of Wei was afraid that he and Wang Jinghua would confess him, so he wanted to kill people and kill him!

Run.

He scurried around like a fly without a head, his head was crumpled, his coarse cloth shirt was crumpled, his sleeves were too wide, and the hem of his shirt was too long, and he was always involved, so he simply tucked the hem of his shirt into the silk silk and wrapped his sleeves around his wrists twice.

He thought he was running wildly, but in fact his body was clumped, and he was softening into a puddle of mud, and his clothes did not stumble his feet, but his own bones were crispy.

And his mind was still spinning in a mess - maybe it wasn't King Wei, if it was King Wei, he would have died when he came out of King Wei's mansion just now.

Who else could it be?

The answer was obviously in his mouth, but it became unclear due to panic, he reluctantly raised his foot and stepped out of a step, but he stepped on the foot of someone else, and he didn't know it, so he continued to step down.

The unlucky passer-by threw him into the snowdrift, and he fell with his mouth full of residual snow, forgetting him for a while, opening his mouth wide, and listening to another death news suddenly shouted from the tall building - the king of Jiyang County is dead.

Qi Chang spat out a mouthful of snow and thought, "What does this have to do with me?"

The only ones who have a relationship with him are Wang Jinghua, Mo Lingfeng, and Wu Jin.

A thought came to his mind: "Run."

Where to flee?

He didn't know anything about it, he got up from the snowdrift, walked with the crowd, his expression was sluggish, and from time to time there was a sound of talking in his ears - today is destined to be unpeaceful, after the death of the king of Jiyang County, there was news in the palace one after another, first there was an edict from Jia Wu Jin for the general sentence of Kuanzhou, and then the news of the emperor's illness quietly flowed out.

None of this has anything to do with him.

As soon as he saw someone coming, he moved from one dark corner to another, as if it would be safe.

As everyone knows, he was embarrassed at this time, no different from a beggar, and the servants passed by him several times, but they did not recognize him.

The sound sounded again and again, his legs were weak, he stood in front of a dilapidated house to take a breath, the wind was blowing on the ground, he was frozen like a green radish, he looked at the road around him with a blank face, and suddenly there was a sound of "stepping" in his ears.

He turned his head to look.

Mo Lingfeng stopped five steps away, not wearing armor, wearing a moon-colored collared cardigan inside, and a silver-gray coat on the outside, in the same darkness as Qi Chang, he couldn't see her eyebrows clearly, but she could detect the indifference in her expression.

Qi Chang involuntarily stepped back, but there was already a plank behind him, and there was no way to retreat, so he couldn't stop trembling.

An answer blurted out: "You killed Wang Jinghua!"

Mo Lingfeng stepped forward: "Really?"

Qi Chang trembled like chaff, and he didn't choose to say: "You're going to kill me!"

Mo Lingfeng took another step forward: "Really?"

With every step she took, Qi Chang couldn't breathe more and more, her whole body tensed, and she almost collapsed.

His forehead was covered with a layer of sweat, his palms were also sweaty, his eyes were rolling rapidly, and he didn't know if he could escape from it.

Nomad Muqing and Xiao Dou crossed their arms, standing calmly on their left and right, with fresh blood on their bodies, and the long knife was unabashedly worn on their waists.

The heavy pressure made him breathless, his face was sallow, there was no blood, and his body shook unconsciously, as if he was about to faint at any time.

He blinked vigorously and looked at Mo Lingfeng, who was getting closer to him—he had always been afraid of Mo Lingfeng, especially Mo Ling

Feng's eyes, as soon as he saw these eyes, he was flustered and short of breath, and without saying a word, he was already weak.

Being stared at by such a pair of eyes, he felt that his three souls and seven spirits were partially dispersed, so that his mind was dizzy and his body was numb.

He was afraid.

If he was still a beggar, the walking dead would have died early and been reborn, but he was used to living a good life, and his bones would never be straightened up.

He fell to his knees with a "poof", and his forehead slammed on the ground: "I was wrong, don't kill me, I was forced to helpless, there is no choice, don't kill me!"

Mo Lingfeng had already walked in front of him, and when he saw Mo Ling's windbreaker swinging towards him, he couldn't help but raise his head and look at Mo Lingfeng: "Don't kill me, for Mr. Zhao's sake, I am also his disciple."

Mo Lingfeng smiled, "But you deserve to die."

Qi Chang stretched out his hand and tried to grab her ankle, but Nomad Qing immediately stepped forward and kicked him, he rolled out in a frenzy, and quickly struggled to stand up.

He whispered, "I just want to live! What's wrong with that? If you want to kill, you should kill the initiator, I am also a human being, am I born in the mud, I have to be in the mud for the rest of my life? Don't deserve to live better? Not worthy of climbing? Why do you deserve to die?"

He was aggrieved, his voice was crying, and in despair, he roared: "You are high-sounding, aren't you fighting for glory and wealth? The means are ten thousand times more vicious than mine! How is it that you are not guilty?"

He raised his hand and wiped away his tears with his sleeve: "Should ordinary people like me be trampled to death by you like ants? Even to die quietly!"

Wang Jinghua is obviously also a life, but his death is not worth mentioning in front of the death of the king of Jiyang County.

Mo Lingfeng smiled and ruthlessly exposed his true face: "You are not a common person, you are a complete villain, just dressed in the skin of this layer of people and pitiful."

She ignored his tears: "Ordinary people, there are petty greed, there are petty cowardice, but they also know shame, there is little bravery, you don't."

"I have!" Qi Chang hurriedly defended himself, "I have! Wu Jin...... I didn't say a word about him, I picked him clean!"

Mo Leaf sneered, "He's clean, you're the only one who deceives yourself."

She turned her head to look at Nomad Qing: "Send him to Dali Temple Prison, King Wei is looking for him, after all, he is still very useful."

Speaking of the word "usefulness", she looked at Qi Chang's expression with more and more contempt: "He should take you to Kuanzhou, and I don't want you to die here."

She was worried that Qi Chang would die here and become a lonely ghost, and she would not be able to let Zhao Shiheng see what happened to him.

When Qi Chang heard the word "death", he convulsed, let Xiao Dou push him in the direction of Dali Temple, walked out dozens of steps, his soul gradually returned to its place, and suddenly turned his head to look at Mo Lingfeng.

He wanted Wu Jin's death, but it didn't work.

It was Molephone that succeeded.

The power is gathered in her hands, she loses her restraints, she no longer has any fears, she holds heavy power and heavy soldiers, and she will become a new villain who can do whatever she wants, and turn all the roadblocks into powder.