In the face of the questioning of the Pingxia County Guard, Lie Yan looked at his nose, nose and mouth, and mouth and heart, as if he was an old monk who had entered the meditation and did not say a word, but just drank tea one after another.

The Pingxia County Guard sat for a while, staring at the martyr counselor who was in Pingxia County, but was not subject to his moderation, for a long time, let out a long sigh again, got up and left slowly.

Just as he had reached the door, he suddenly heard a tired and hoarse voice behind him.

"Old county guard, I don't want to talk about this matter, I really can't say it for the time being, and it's useless to say it. ”

"Isn't that helpful?"

Pingxia Junshou turned around sharply, the wrinkles on his cheeks trembling.

He tried his best to control the speed of his speech and said slowly: "Counselor Lie, those people don't know how they died until they die!"

Lie Yan put down the teacup that was already empty, but he had been holding it in his hand, and said calmly: "Old county guard, sometimes, there are some things, it is better not to know than to know. ”

"Then when will we know the true truth? instead of allowing these demons and monsters to circulate among the people, confusing the people's hearts, confusing the people's hearts! If this continues, how should I, as the parent of a county, explain to the court and the people of the county?"

Lie Yan closed his eyes and sighed faintly, "I don't know when, but I hope that that time will never come." ”

The door to the side hall was slammed shut, and Lie Yan's next muttering was closed inside the door.

"Now this kind of situation is not ripe, once the court lifts the lid, the demons and monsters are terrible, but what is even more terrifying is the people's hearts, under the chaos of the people's hearts, I am afraid that the evil things that happen will be ten times more than the strange news......"

"If you can't cover it up anymore and have to open the lid, if you can't find a really useful countermeasure, will this world, this Great Wei, still be the way it was before?"

"The people of the world?"

He chuckled lowly, "The most bitter thing for them now is that they are not clothed and hungry, and when that time comes, ho ho ......."

"Looking back now, Concubine Luo's thoughts do seem to have some truth. ”

"And Sima Qianhu, it's a pity. ”

"But if it continues to develop like this, it shouldn't be too long before the lid is lifted, and it is rumored that the imperial court is secretly forming the Tianji Mansion, as well as the Jin Jiewei, plus the growing Persona Division, uniting the power of the government, the military town, and even the rivers and lakes to deal with the increasingly uncontrollable situation, maybe it won't be too long, and I will return to the capital again." ”

Lie Yan Zhen took out a short dagger hidden on his body and rubbed it for a long time, directly picked up the teapot, drank the tea that had already been cold, and got up and walked out of the side hall.

Now that the matter of Xiangfu has not been resolved, and there is not even a convincing conclusion, there has been a flame in his heart, supporting him to continue to stay here until the moment the water is revealed, or until the arrival of his own death.

In the dead of night, Gu Juan brought the two bronze mirrors he bought and sneaked into the Xiang Mansion again.

This time, he found that the defense inside was too lax, and it almost completely turned into a look of letting Jun pick up.

However, Xiang Juren is dead, and the family seems to have been removed from the pillars all at once, losing all their spiritual energy, and it is only under the force suppression of the detectives of the Persona Division that they did not directly collapse into chaos.

Gu Juan was carrying a bronze mirror in his arms, and he was not hindered in any way until he stepped into the inner courtyard of the Xiang Mansion before he suddenly stopped, found a place and quickly hid it.

The counselor of the Persona Division is still here.

He looked at the lighted study from afar, and suddenly remembered the counselor of the Hearsa Division who stood silently in the courtyard in the middle of the night that night.

Moreover, he must be scared and worried now.

In Xiang Juren's favorite study on weekdays, Lie Yan sat in front of a valuable carved desk, holding a book in one hand and slowly flipping through it, while the other hand was shrunk into his sleeve, holding the short dagger with cold light.

On the table in front of him stood a bronze mirror half a foot high, reflecting a faint yellow halo under the bright candlelight around it.

Although Lie Yan was flipping through the books, his mind was no longer on the words, and the flame that had been accommodating in his chest since the morning had been burning until now, filling his whole body with resentment and hot sadness.

"I was dragged into the corridor by you last night, but tonight I want to see if you can toss me to death!"

He snapped the book shut, stared at his familiar but unfamiliar face in the bronze mirror, gritted his teeth and laughed: "I'm afraid of death, and I'm even more afraid of red clothes, but what kind of thing are you, you can be at my mercy and entertain me like this?"

"Come on, I'll wait for you, let's see if you are terrible, or if the divine weapon that Brother Sima gave me before parting is even more powerful!"

The candlelight in the study flickered suddenly.

In a dusty utility room in the corner of the inner house, Gu Juan found a good position and angle, and fixed the bronze mirror he brought on a square table.

Next, he set up a few improvised traps around it.

Then it carefully mobilizes the heat flow of the Flame Palm, bringing it to the wonderful equilibrium point that is about to erupt but has not yet erupted.

In this way, even if he fell into that kind of suspicious realm again, he would have the power to resist when his body was suddenly attacked by foreign enemies.

As long as it is not the result of being directly crushed, he will instantly detonate the flaming palm under the pressure of external forces, giving himself time and opportunity to react.

After making all the preparations, Gu Juan leaned over to the mirror.

"If you want it to manifest, do you want to bow down first?"

A novel thought flashed through his mind, and he laughed silently.

Worship yourself?

Forget it.

After waiting for a moment, the bronze mirror still did not respond.

He leaned closer, lowered his voice and said on the mirror: "The magic mirror tells me, who is the most handsome man in the world?"

Then, without waiting for a response, he continued: "I think it should be me." ”

The smooth and flat mirror surface suddenly fluctuated, like a calm lake blown by a breeze, rippling with waves.

People don't want to be invincible in the world.

As soon as he remembered such a sentence, his eyes suddenly went dark.

The feeling of the world spinning suddenly came.

"Jingkang is really in urgent need of improvement. ”

Gu Juan shook his slightly dizzy head, looked down at his chest, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and pinch it, but he was suddenly stunned.

Heh, this time it's breastless.

And there is also the Adam's apple, there is a beard.

He's a man now.

I just don't know which man it is.

"Xiao Wu, what are you still doing here stupidly, the big maid in the courtyard of the fourth lady has urged us several times, asking us to send the dresser bought by the fourth lady to her residence as soon as possible!"

Suddenly, a hoarse and rough, but familiar voice came into Gu Ju's ears.

He turned sharply and saw a familiar figure approaching from not far away, still beckoning desperately to him.

Gu Juan narrowed his eyes, slightly surprised in his heart.

No wonder it looks so familiar, isn't this beckoning one to block the road and rob the goods, because the storyteller was slapped by him and fainted into the bushes, until he finally left with the silver ticket, his face was not swollen.

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Chapter 150: The Second Coming