Xie Junhe put away the bag, secretly wondering if there was a chance to hand it over to Chu Tao.

Quick decision, Xie Junhe also thought, the swordsmen rushed out of the nest, running to the messy shack again and again, hoping that one day the cripple would suddenly appear, or Mo Yang's trace, and then find the fire butterfly Fang Xi along the vine, but every day except for seeing the dead face of Li Luo of the Blood Ghost Hall, they just returned in vain - the white-clothed holy envoys seemed to evaporate in this shed, leaving no trace. The same is true for Huayue Tower.

The North Shore has long been surrounded by an atmosphere of uneasiness. No one locked their eyes on Qin Dashao's Wangjiangtai anymore, although Qin Dashao set up a banquet in Wangjiangtai for three days and three nights, and the people in the rivers and lakes drank freely one by one. It's just that behind the festivity, everyone can't let go of the Leng family across the wall from the colorful Qi family: there, a sad white is particularly dazzling. Everyone is secretly speculating about the truth behind it.

So Chu Tao at the banquet became the focus of everyone's attention:

He did not join the swordsmen of the Feather Sword Sect, but instead stood side by side with Qi Heng, surrounded by a large number of swordsmen of the Qi family. The do-gooder noticed that his right hand was chained with Qi Heng's left arm. Although, wherever Chu Tao stood, he was as calm and solemn as ever, with a gentle smile.

All kinds of gossip that was unfavorable to him spread in the community. It is nothing more than saying that he abducted Leng Fengyi and planned to kill Leng Yinghua, but he was mistaken by cleverness. Who doesn't know that Chu Tao is accustomed to using rangers to do things? Even if others are not there, if he wants to set fire to the Qi family, I am afraid that it can be done with just one order. The people who speculated in vain deduced whether he used this to negotiate with Leng Yinghua, and deceived Leng Fengyi by shouting from the depths of the jungle. Even the murder case that originally suspected the assassination of the maid Caijuan by the white-clothed holy envoy was also upside down on Chu Tao's head, and he said that he was instigated.

Xie Junhe really couldn't listen to it, how could an innocent and upright person be like ink overnight in everyone's words?

When Qin Shi came over to toast the swordsmen of the Feather Sword Sect, he whispered sorry, drank all the wine in the cup, and hurriedly went to deal with the guests elsewhere. The matter started because of this person, if it weren't for his proposal that night, Chu Tao might not have gone to Qi's house without doing anything and put this trouble on the table. It's just that it's useless to say anything at the moment.

No one can prove that Chu Tao has nothing to do with this matter, and no one can prove that this matter was planned by Chu Tao. There were only two swords: it was the Dragon Ying Sword that stabbed Leng Yinghua to death, and the sword that stabbed Chu Tao was held in Leng Yinghua's hand. However, in the eyes of the do-gooders, this is already ironclad.

The solemn atmosphere was glued under the festive appearance, and Xie Junhe looked in the direction of Chu Tao - I don't understand why this guy could drink with Qi Heng so gracefully at a time when he should be sitting on pins and needles - after today, how many hearts can this face that should be stained with peach blossoms steal?

In the crowded field, a familiar back flashed: Mo Yang?

Yes, he will never admit his mistake, so burly, and light. Silently flashed, and then immediately disappeared into the crowd. What is Mo Yang doing here? Xie Junhe immediately raised his vigilance. Looking back at the crowd, the shadow of the cloth clothes swaying in the corners of Shicai's eyes was no longer to be found at this moment.

As he was looking for Mo Yang's shadow, he suddenly felt a chill in his back. His instincts, who had been a killer for many years, told him that there was a familiar eye watching his every move in the corner, and that look belonged to a dead man, Konoha. The corner of his eyes swept slightly, and the killing intent hidden in the charm hit his heart deeply. However, where is this gaze? When you look carefully, your gaze disappears in an instant, just like Mo Yang's traces.

Where is Li Luo? Xie Junhe could no longer take care of the old enmity that was not over, and rushed to the courtyard wall.