Chapter Ninety-Five: The Murderer Dies.

The appearance of Xu Baifa suddenly quieted down the entire temple, and everyone looked at this childish and white-haired Xu Baifa, and they all had a strange feeling, only to see Xu Baifa slowly walk out, and said to Hua Qingyi: "The three-day deadline has passed, have you found the murderer who killed Bu Dianjing?"

"Found it, I don't know if the seniors want to listen to it?" Hua Qingyi said and walked towards Xu Baifa.

Xu Baifa stood there, laughed twice, and then said, "Okay, then please tell us well!"

At this time, Hua Qingyi had already walked less than three feet away from Xu Baifa, he smiled slightly, and said, "The murderer is you!"

"What?" Hua Qingyi's words came out, so everyone was shocked, how could it be Xu Baifa who killed Budian, everyone was a little puzzled, the old man who had lived for a long time liked Budianfu so much, how dare Xu Baifa kill Budianshu!

Just when everyone was puzzled, suddenly Xu Baifa roared, and waved a palm towards Hua Qingyi, but Hua Qingyi floated lightly, like a butterfly dodging Xu Baifa's palm, before everyone understood what was going on, the whole hall was shocked, this shock surprised everyone more than Hua Qingyi said that it was Xu Baifa who killed Budian, because they saw Budian's surprise!

Xu Baifa didn't know when the white hair on his head disappeared, and then appeared in front of everyone was a person they were all familiar with, a step third master they thought was burly, but he was a little stupid!

Hua Qingyi looked at Budian and said, "You killed Sun Die, and you spread the news of Zhu Yaru's death!"

Budian was surprised to see that it had reached this point, and it was unnecessary to pretend any longer, so he said very stiffly: "I killed Sun Die, and the news of Zhu Yaru's death was also spread by me!"

"Don't you want to know how I know?" Hua Qingyi asked with a smile, now that the overall situation had been decided, he suddenly felt a little relaxed.

"If you want to say it, you can say it, and I don't want to hear it if you don't say it!"

Hua Qingyi slowly took out the earring from his arms and said: "It's because of this earring, I know that you are not dead, and from the eyes you look at the old man and Bu Fan, I can see that your eyes look at Bu Fan more like a peer!" Hua Qingyi saw that everyone was listening quietly, and continued: " And this earring, I found it from the corpse of the person you killed who pretended to be you, when I saw that corpse, I didn't think it was like a corpse that was shocked, and from Bu Fan learned that you only knew how to drink after you died, but did not look at your corpse, I felt even more strange, after thinking about it, among the people I have seen, the most consistent with the step is Xu Baifa!"

"And that earring, it wasn't dropped when Sun Die was holding you, but you stole it from her, because you suddenly found an opportunity, an opportunity to kill Zhu Yaru and make the Shaliu Gang collapse!"

"Why should I let the Sand Willows fall apart?"

"Because you want to take revenge, revenge for Bu Liuqing killing your father back then!" After Hua Qingyi finished speaking, he also felt a chill in his heart, a hatred took root in a person's mind, and then, this person can pretend to be stupid for decades just to wait for an opportunity, this is really terrible!

"Now that you know everything, what can you do?" said Budianshu, very lightly.

"Death to the murderer!" Hua Qingyi said this sentence heavily, no one can decide the life and death of others, but if there is a person who decides the life and death of another person, a person with justice, can he continue this decision?

"Death to the murderer?" asked Bu Dian, repeatedly.

"That's right, the murderer ......" Before Hua Qingyi's death word was finished, a scream suddenly came from behind him, and when Hua Qingyi heard that voice, he suddenly had a feeling of falling into an ice cave, it was Ai Xiang'er's voice.

At this time, Ai Xiang'er already had an extra dagger around her neck, that dagger had killed Zhu Yaru, but now it was set up on Ai Xiang'er's neck, Hua Qingyi looked at Bu Fan who was holding the dagger and said, "Don't come nonsense!"

"Hahaha" Bu Fan laughed three times, brought the dagger closer to Ai Xiang'er, and said slyly: "Don't come nonsense, I didn't come nonsense, you came first, I just think that for your nonsense, I have to do something!"

Hua Qingyi looked at Ai Xiang'er, who was kidnapped by Bu Fan, and really didn't know what to do for a while, he would rather die himself than Ai Xiang'er be hurt a little!

Bu Dian looked at the good show in front of him, and said with a smile: "Hua Qingyi, I advise you to obediently tie your hands and arrest it, otherwise it would be a pity to let a girl like Ai Xiang'er die, even if she doesn't die, it's not good to cut her beautiful cheeks!"

Hua Qingyi turned his head and looked at Bu Dian's hypocritical face hatefully, and suddenly felt like trampling on him, but he didn't do anything, because Ai Xiang'er was still in Bu Fan's hands, suddenly, Hua Qingyi saw a kind of nervousness in Bu Dian's eyes, that kind of tension was the tension on the edge of life and death, and then they heard a loud roar, which was sent by Bu Fan, but Hua Qingyi didn't look at it, because Bu Dianjing suddenly killed Hua Qingyi like crazy, Bu Dian's surprise moved, and the old man who had lived for a long time also moved, he suddenly shot at Hua Qingyi, just after the old man who had lived for a long time did it, Huang Fuying and all the people of the Shaliu Gang also picked up the weapons in their hands, to the step point and the old man who has lived for a long time to kill.

It's the height of summer, but because of this 100-meter-high mountain, there is no heat in the temple, but there is a burst of coolness, Hua Qingyi looked at the flesh and blood that was cut by the knife and blurred the old man and the step was a little frightened, this coolness was even stronger, he would overdo it, and he saw Ai Xiang'er standing there comforting Liu Yunqing;

Hua Qingyi didn't expect that at an important juncture, Liu Yunqing would be able to be righteous and righteous to Bu Fan, who had no defense against her, it seems that men will eventually be defeated in the hands of women.

Liu Yunqing hugged Bu Fan, who was already dead, without shedding a single tear, when you killed the man you love the most, what does it feel like in your heart? Ai Xiang'er has never felt this way, so she doesn't understand, Liu Yunqing has never felt this way before, but now she has, and this feeling is so itchy, itching to take out her heart and scratch it.

Fortunately, this itching is only for a while, and then Liu Yunqing seems to be relieved, if you fall in love with a man you shouldn't love, then it's better to let go early, Liu Yunqing suddenly figured it out, Bu Fan is the man she shouldn't love, because with him, she has never been happy and happy, and there is no day that she feels that she is living for herself.

Hua Qingyi looked at Ai Xiang'er and Liu Yunqing, and suddenly realized that she really didn't understand women, who could understand women?

After dinner, Liu Yunqing suddenly called Ai Xiang'er out of his room very mysteriously, and then mysteriously took out a very small note from his arms, and then handed the note to Ai Xiang'er.

Ai Xiang'er took the note curiously, only to see a few lines written on it: "The situation of the Ice and Snow Mansion is in danger, protect yourself outside, don't come back." ”

Ai Xiang'er handed the note to Liu Yunqing again, looked at Liu Yunqing very puzzled, and said, "What does this mean?"

"This is my grandmother Xue Qingyi's flying pigeon to me, she is in trouble in the Ice and Snow Mansion, but she won't let me go back, so I want to ......"

After dinner, Hua Qingyi suddenly felt that the summer sand willow gang was more beautiful, thousands of willows, swaying with the wind, the sound of cicadas was endless, Hua Qingyi wanted to see and listen to what he saw and heard as a poem, but suddenly couldn't think of it, so he smiled and gave up.

Such a beautiful day, wouldn't it be a pity if he wrote a poem, Hua Qingyi watched Ai Xiang'er walking towards him, and he had this feeling, the beauty of a good day is to be shared with the beauty.

Ai Xiang'er came to Hua Qingyi and said very bluntly: "I'm going to Saiwai!"

Hua Qingyi thought that there was something wrong with her ears, and asked puzzledly, "Are you going to go to the outside of the plug?"

"That's right!"

"Then you're good to go!"

Ai Xiang'er saw that Hua Qingyi said so indifferently, so she asked Hua Qingyi angrily: "What kind of attitude do you have, why do you tell me to go?"

"You can go!"

"What about you?"

Hua Qingyi said with a smile: "I suddenly miss the three thousand cinnamon and ten miles of lotus in the south of the Yangtze River!"

Ai Xiang'er looked at Hua Qingyi with an intoxicated look and asked, "Can't you just enjoy the style of the outside for me!"

"For you?" Hua Qingyi asked, as if puzzled.

Ai Xiang'er took Hua Qingyi's hand and said, "Accompany me to the outside of the plug, okay?"