Cheng Xiaorou looked back at Tang Yanyan, pressing step by step, and asked with a smile: "Say, is there something to hide from me?"

Tang Yanyan was stunned by her staring, retreated again and again, and said perfunctorily: "Do I have something to hide from you? What's the matter, why don't I know?"

"Senior brother's business?" Cheng Xiaorou asked again, her face was no longer smiling, and she was three points more angry.

"Senior brother, to Senior Brother Zijian, the hour is coming, let's quickly send Senior Brother Song to the side of the cliff for empty burial!

Zijian didn't know why, but he felt that Tang Yan's words were reasonable, so he beckoned a few disciples to seal the coffin.

Cheng Xiaorou's eyes were red in a hurry, and she said angrily: "Tang Yanyan, are you still hiding it from me?"

She can guess the meaning of Tang Yanyan's words, and she can also guess that the method of overcoming rigidity with softness is definitely not something that Tang Yanyan can think of, and the only person who can think of this is Song Wangchen.

If Song Wangchen hadn't died, Cheng Xiaorou would naturally be happy, but why did he join forces with Tang Yanyan and hide the entire Duxi people, did he not trust her?

If Cheng Xiaorou is in a hurry, Tang Yanyan doesn't know how to coax her, so she will forgive him, but the matter of being entrusted with loyalty should be concealed.

Tang Yanyan raised his palm, turned it over and looked at it, and pretended to be surprised: "Why did I shed so much blood, oops! No, I fainted blood, I fainted ......."

Cheng Xiaorou stepped forward, pinched his palm, kept pressing between his fingers, and asked sharply, "Are you still dizzy like this?"

Tang Yanyan grinned in pain, and the palm that had stopped bleeding was bleeding again, staining the snow-white handkerchief red, he shouted in pain, and begged for mercy: "No, don't faint, it's so painful that I don't dare to faint." ”

"Are you telling the truth?" she asked, her eyes shining.

"What are you telling the truth? It hurts, can you lighten it?" Tang Yanyan was really in pain, his brows were frowning in pain, and he was in a cold sweat in pain, and if he continued to play, he was really afraid that he would be beaten into a trick.

"You are still pretending, did the senior brother ask you to tell me how to do it, is the senior brother not dead?" Cheng Xiaorou couldn't bear to continue to play heavy after all, and when the jade hand was withdrawn, the water in her eyes burst out again.

Tang Yan couldn't bear it, but when things developed like this, there was no room to turn back, both horizontal and vertical were dead, and he must not give up halfway.

"If Senior Brother Song hadn't died, then the evil wouldn't have lost its brilliance, I just said those words to distract Old Man Yu'er, did I make you angry?" he asked, his tone cautious, for fear of annoying her again.

Cheng Xiaorou was a little dazed, she couldn't tell whether she was feeling wrong or Tang wanton deliberately deceiving, but no matter what the situation was, she was very sad.

She looked at Tang Yanyan, her pink lips opened lightly, and she didn't continue to ask, but she was a little panicked in her heart, especially depressed.

"Xiaorou, Forget Chen is dead, don't be embarrassed for your junior brother, mourn!" Zijian patted Cheng Xiaorou's shoulder, and beckoned the disciples to seal the coffin again.

......

At that time, in the Qinglu Hall, Jiang Yu was sitting cross-legged on top of the bed, his outer clothes had faded, and he was wearing only a large open white undershirt, and the wound on his chest was still bleeding.

His brows were tightly knit, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his eyes were as deep as ink, and his handsome cheeks were a little pale.

When he opened his eyes, his big hand turned, and the heart fire in his palm began to emit blood-red light, and he slowly moved his hand to his chest, healing his wounds with the power of heart fire.

Over the years, although the wounds on his body have never healed, he can also heal the surface of the wound with the power of his own heart, and there has never been a case of tearing again.

Song Wangchen's death hit him hard, he did so much, just to make him regret it, to make him worse than dead.

But when he saw Song Wangchen's corpse, he felt very uncomfortable, and the wound exploded, and the pain was heartbreaking.

He subconsciously felt this way, because he failed to kill Song Wangchen with his own hands, and he was ashamed of his mother.

He wants revenge, he wants to wash a hundred doors in blood, and since Song Wangchen is dead, then this plan can be advanced.

A black shadow flickered in front of the door, Jiang Yu's eyes were cold, his big hand instantly withdrew from his chest, and he slapped it at the black shadow in the air, and then pulled it into the house with force, slamming it to the ground.

The thing was as tall as an adult, and at first glance it looked like a giant tarantula, eight brown legs as thick as a child's arms crawling slowly on the ground, two of which were in the shape of five fingers, very similar to the shape of a lizard's legs, and eight giant eyes on its head emitted a grim inky light.

Smelling the faint smell of blood on Jiang Yu's body, it suddenly swooped forward and pressed Jiang Yu under it like a hungry tiger pounced.

Jiang Yu smiled evilly, flicked his big hand, and the fire in his palm immediately burned, and then slapped the tarantula to the ground.

The flames quickly burned the tarantula's dark brown burrs, and it curled up in pain into balls and rolled all over the ground.

Jiang Yu recognized at a glance that this tarantula was a kind of Qilin Gu in the Western Regions, judging from its form and size, it had been raised by people for at least more than 20 years, in this world, except for the black flame, only Bai Muqi had such an ability, the black flame was dead, then the person who raised it must be Bai Muqi.

Bai Muqi's appearance in Duxi at this time must be related to Song Wangchen, no wonder he failed to find out the flaw of Song Wangchen's fake death, it was Bai Muqi who was secretly making trouble.

Unexpectedly, after a thousand years, Ling Cheng was still so cunning, since Song Wangchen likes to play yin, then he will count the new hatred and old hatred together.

Jiang Yu's eyes grew cold, and with a wave of his big hand, he removed the flames on the Qilin Gu's body, and then put it into the lock demon bag, its life had to be kept, and it would not be fun to die.

The wound on his chest healed again, Jiang Yu pulled on his clothes and wanted to go out, but saw Yu Yuanyang limping in.

He immediately changed his flattering smile, greeted him respectfully, and said in surprise: "Why didn't my father-in-law come without notifying me in advance, Jiang Yu can greet him personally, you hurt ......"

Yu Yuanyang didn't answer the rhetorical question: "What about Man'er?" The attitude is still arrogant, but it is a pity that he lacks energy.

"Man'er must be tired, resting, father-in-law is a little restless, Jiang Yu will go to find her. He replied, humble and reasonable, with disdain in his eyes.

"Don't behave in front of the island owner, today Cheng Xiaorou embarrassed the island owner in public, isn't it just relying on you to hold my daughter hostage, is there no fear?" Yu Yuanyang didn't want to admit that his skills were inferior, so he had to splash dirty water outside.

Jiang Yu really didn't know what was happening on the school field, but looking at this situation, Yu Yuanyang should have been beaten by Cheng Xiaorou, and he was angry, so he came here to vent.

From this point of view, the Liangzi of Duxi and Changyu is completely concluded, which is exactly what he wants.