"Qi Dashao can really imagine. Chu Tao smiled and sighed, he was really speechless about this person's ability to reverse black and white.

It's just that the voices of the big men around him made him a little disappointed.

Perhaps on the North Shore, there are not a few people who have the same ideas as Qi Dashao. Because, no one saw how the attackers came and how they went. I only know that before dawn, there are several white-clothed corpses lying inside and outside the high wall, and the waist card of the Feather Sword Sect is hung inside. Several of them were familiar faces of the Feather Feather Sword Sect.

was twisted by Li Luo to capture a white-clothed holy envoy, which seemed to be the only key to the cause and effect of this great war. He left a strange conversation, admitting that he was completely instructed by Chu Tao. But when he was about to be brought to Chu Tao for confront, this person died mysteriously halfway. There is no proof of death. The strange death of slitting his throat also casts a gray tone over the whole thing. The guards were there, but they didn't hear anything unusual. With such light work, who else is there in the Feather Chasing Sword Sect? Chu Tao can't stop the speculation of the good deeds.

In a fit of rage, Qi Heng sent people to block the post house. However, as soon as the order was issued, someone immediately came back to report: the post house has long been empty, and the swordsmen of the Feather Sword Sect have disappeared out of thin air since the night battle!

The moon is sleepless, but the truth behind the gloomy clouds and mist cannot be seen.

A series of facts unfavorable to Chu Tao piled up in front of him, which could only arouse Qi Heng's deeper resentment, where was there still the rationality to find the truth? So every day, Qi Heng was like an extremely resilient snake, wrapping around the prey until the prey suffocated to death.

"It's all imagination?" Qi Heng sneered, "Wouldn't it?"

Chu Tao knew that he had lost, not to Qi Heng, but to Jiang Shaoyun. That night, Jiang Shaoyun spared him his life, but he had also paved a way for him to die. If Chu Tao dies at the hands of Jiang Shaoyun in front of everyone's eyes, it will make the people in the rivers and lakes angry, and they will be bound to eradicate the white-clothed holy envoy. But if Chu Tao is a complete liar, people will be happy to see him go to a dead end.

Jiang Shaoyun set up a trap, step by step, tightly, never seeking a momentary victory, because what he was waiting for was like now, Chu Tao was speechless - the one who caught the thief became a thief, which is really good news for the real thief.

"Leng Fengyi is still in Jiang Shaoyun's hands......" Chu Tao suddenly stopped talking, because he found that such a reminder was just self-inflicted humiliation. Leng Fengyi - How many people here really care about that woman's fate?

Qi Heng chuckled: "Who are you fooling? You have long hoped to get Feng Yi, so you are jealous and hateful, and you can't do it clearly, so you will use this kind of trick!"

Chu Tao's face was gloomy and speechless. It's really that Leng Fengyi is not worth it, and after all the hard work, what is the exchange? In the desperate situation, there was not even a voice of concern.

The big men around him continued very cooperatively: "Do you think there are still people who believe in Jiang Shaoyun's existence? Why does this demon always let you go so kindly every time? Why does he happen to have you present every time he appears? Don't think this is the south bank, don't think we are stupid!"

"I have not had such a plan, so what good will it do me to disturb the north shore?"

However, as soon as the words fell, Qi Heng's mean laughter immediately interrupted his resoluteness.

Chu Tao closed his eyes slightly. The bloodied hands trembled slightly from the pain. But he gritted his teeth and held on.