It's just that a passer-by was looking down at the newspaper in his hand, and the headlines on its front page, through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, fell into Feng Qinglang's eyes, which looked so shocking

For a time, the sunset, the garden of the Central District, and the passing pedestrians ...... It's all gone, and the whole world seems to be all focused on the front page of that newspaper

The above is a simple sentence: The Nan clan, the first family of the former Guangming Dynasty, and the gender of the heir Nan Xing Soul is doubtful

Feng Qinglang only felt a strong sense of wine, and most of the time he woke up, and his figure flashed, and he had already swept out of this tavern, and wanted to chase the passerby just now, and took a look at his newspaper, and found that there was really no need for this, it was a famous newspaper, called the Holy Stigmata Evening News, which has always been known for its authoritative news

Not far from the newsstand, this newspaper is going out of stock in a crazy situation, after all, the protagonist Nanxing Soul is a student of Mingguang, and he was originally a popular star, so such sensational news has naturally attracted wide attention

Around the newsstand, several small circles have naturally formed, all of which are discussing, and the core topic is naturally the gender of Nanxing's soul, coincidentally, Situ Weiyang is also in one of the circles, his face is a little pale, and he doesn't care what his companions are saying, his eyes are just staring at the newspaper in his hand, but he has no focus at all.

Feng Qinglang's figure flashed again, and he had already come to him, and many noisy discussions around him immediately quieted down, now Feng Qinglang is Mingguang's number one star student, everyone knows that he is from the Nan family, and he is an iconic figure who is bound to rise in the Nan family, but now, ......

Situ Weiyang saw Feng Qinglang, his mouth opened twice, and he could barely make a sound, all hoarse and bitter, and said, "Qinglang, I... That's how I found out. ”

Feng Qinglang took the newspaper handed by the other party, and immediately looked down carefully, it was also bitter, although the article did not explicitly say that Nanxing Soul was a woman, but almost everywhere, it was pointed out that in fact, her real gender was a woman, and a lot of evidence was cited. In the second half of this article, I mainly state one thing, that the inheritance rights of the Nan family may be withdrawn, and the families that split after the dissolution of the various Guangming dynasties, as well as the families that followed the Nan family back then, are now uniting to set up a trial to re-examine the future property of the Nan family and the ownership of their titles......

This is a premeditated incident, and no matter how dull a person is, I am afraid that he can smell the smell of conspiracy from it

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but glance at the author's name, it was a guy named Shangguan Teapot, a little familiar, searched in his mind, and immediately found the corresponding impression, the incident of the fake emperor of the Phantom Thunder Empire in Mingyue District, this guy became famous in a battle, it seems that the magic lock was unlocked by himself, but he didn't expect fate to be so wonderful, a small person who once inadvertently helped, flew up the branch and became a phoenix, becoming the vanguard of this conspiracy feast.

In the list of members of the trial committee cited at the end of the article, Situ Jia hurriedly waved his hand in the list of Situ Weiyang and said: "Sunny, I... I really don't know about it. ”

Feng Qinglang hummed softly, Situ Weiyang looked dazed and anxious, it really didn't look like a fake, but Situ Enquan, who was shrinking behind him, had a gloomy face, and didn't dare to face his own eyes, if he didn't know about it, then Feng Qinglang couldn't believe it, but the name of the Situ family was only at the back of the long list, and Situ Enquan was a small person in the Situ family, even if he was forced to confess, I am afraid he would not be able to ask for any useful information......

He turned around, Tang Xuan and the others also came out, standing behind him, also holding a newspaper, looking at this shocking news.

At this time, the evening sky full of sunset sky, in the eyes of ordinary people, is no different, but in Feng Qinglang's eyes, the whole sky is like rippling water ripples, if the sky is a lake, then, like the distant depths of the sky, suddenly smashed down a boulder, the stirring waves, all the way to the sky above Feng Qinglang's head

This is the Nanxing Soul finally touched the spatial magic talisman that Feng Qinglang handed over to her, and it should have been under the nervous mood that she pressed it several times in a row to cause such an effect...... In other words, is she in danger?

"I'm going to take a trip, I originally wanted to be drunk and not go home," Feng Qinglang had already risen into the air, submerged in the sunset, and shot straight in the direction of Nanjia.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to press Tang Xuan on the shoulder heavily, so that he who wanted to accompany him stay where he was, the meaning is the most obvious, you just stay here to recuperate......

Kirin Mountain, the famous peak of the Principality of Ruifeng, the seat of the Nan family.

With Feng Qing's speed, it only takes half a day to come here from Mingguang, the last time I came, it was the early autumn afternoon of last year, so it was the middle of the night in spring.

The broken lacquered wall, after another round of spring and autumn, is even more devastation, last year's gate several meters high, densely covered with rust, has now completely laid on the ground, not long ago, I don't know how many people, trampled from above.

On the lawn of nearly 1,000 square meters behind the big iron gate, the grasshoppers and other insects that were alive and jumping at the beginning were at least half missing, in addition to the seasonal reasons, I am afraid that because too many people had set foot in it, so that this ecological beauty no longer exists.

The fountain sculpture with one hand missing had completely fallen, and the old butler, who had triumphantly introduced this mutilated beauty, was now falling beside it, but his eyes, which had not yet closed, were full of anger and unwillingness, especially around his old body, the pool of blood that had fallen, as if witnessing the pain of his last days before his death.

Feng Qinglang only felt a faint pain in his heart, when the old housekeeper first saw him, he still wanted to blackmail himself, of course, in the next few days, he was always friendly to himself, but now, he has completely fallen asleep, and the gentle smile and honest demeanor that he once had can only be found in his memory in the future

At the end of the lawn, around the hundreds of steps, there are dozens of people guarding there, presumably, that is the murderer's minions, a violent aura quietly surged into Feng Qinglang's heart, he really wanted to kill a big fight, to vent this violent meaning, but he still held back, because above the sky, there are several powerful breaths, one of which is the most fearful, looming, like a poisonous snake hiding in the depths of the clouds......

If you really just want to be happy and avenge the old butler immediately, then if you suffer any more heavy losses in the war, I am afraid you will not be able to help Nan Ling and Nan Xing Soul. What's more, his physical state has now fallen back to the first order of true martial arts......

Feng Qinglang continued to hide his breath, and quietly entered the hall from the blind corner of these people's sight, once in the center of the hall, it was a special area, where there was a stunning beauty looking at it with a smile, but now this three-dimensional magic pattern painting is no longer there, presumably when Nan Ling left urgently, it has been taken away.

He sensed that the spatial magic talisman on Nanxing's body was at the bottom of the house, so he stuck to the ceiling, bypassed the location of several dark whistles, and dived in the direction of the wine cellar.