Wan Yingzhao hung his head and thought hard to think of it. Her eyes were covered with moss.
Suddenly she looked up and her eyes shone. I remembered that I had seen this man’s handwriting. He left a written document for my father.
Where is the night soul asking
Starting from Wanjiazhuang, Wan Yingzhao’s excited look will always be the pain in her heart.
Send someone back to get it, order it coldly, add a picture to the handwriting, and say that the surname can be narrowed down a lot if you want to find it.
Well, Xuanyuan nodded his head at night, so that Xiao Zhao’s revenge is just around the corner. Is it possible for him to bring the bend back to the palace as soon as possible, fearing that he can hardly wait in the palace during the day?
Thank you, Lord. Thank you all.
Wan Yingzhao listened to what they said. Tears glistened in her eyes and she looked gratefully at the cold bend and others.
Haha, silly girl
Night soul night charm smiled at her, and the shadow also set off a very light but warm smile on her lips.
The night wind blows to Wan Yingzhao, but she feels warm. It is the luckiest thing for her to meet them. She vowed to repay her kindness with the Lord even if she avenged herself.
Chen, you flying pigeons, let people in the crescent moon building go to Wanjiazhuang to get things back, and ordered them to be cold and curved toward the night.
Well, Yechen nodded his head
Night Soul went to make a further screening of the statistics of Zeng surname men in the lost city, and selected Zeng surname men who met the identity of the murderer.
Is the night soul also replied.
Night charm, go and see what the man surnamed Zeng originally wanted Wanjiazhuang to keep. Maybe through this, we can find out the truth behind the matter faster.
Belong to the statue of life night charm hand replied
Xiao Zhao, if you think about it again, you haven’t missed any important clues. Cold and crooked, your head tilted toward Wan Yingzhao and said, maybe she has overlooked any important clues.
Well, I’ll try my best to think about it again. Wan Yingzhao nodded and got revenge as soon as possible. She will try her best to think about it.
Well, that’s it. After the man’s handwriting is brought, the murderer can be identified. Cold and curved, he nodded faintly, and his beautiful face was flashing with letters and domineering in the lights.
hum
Wan Yingzhao also nodded her head hard. She believed that the Lord believed that his revenge would be reported as soon as possible.
Mom, Dad, Juner, you are waiting for me, and your revenge will soon come. You are in the spirit of heaven. Please bless us to find the real murderer as soon as possible.
Chapter 30 Smile and sip life and death
Is it his fault? Is it his fault?
Zhou Yan kept running, and two scenery raced past him, and his hair and tail followed the movement, and his blue robe was flying, and his slender eyes were full of confidence. Is it really his fault? He ran all the way and threw others’ surprised eyes away until he suddenly stopped at the edge of a cliff.
The sky is blue, the mountains are rolling and the breeze is blowing and messing up his hair.
His mind is in a mess, and he has been firmly convinced for a long time, but today he is told that everything is wrong, which makes him feel at a loss. What’s worse, he also doubts whether he is worth it or not.
Ah ah ah
Suddenly, he raised his head and roared loudly in the open valley for a long time. He heard that he was at a loss and his heart was shaken.
What will happen? What?
Hands on his mouth, slender eyes reflected into the sky like white clouds, white and pure, but more concave. His heart was dirty and dark. Let go. He stared at his hands tightly. These hands were stained with his relatives’ bright trance. He saw the bright blood dripping from his hands, melting away from the Oriental family. The dead people grinned grimly. They were all covered in blood and coming towards themselves, grinning at each other, trying to kill themselves. The devil’s claws with slender hands choked his neck. It seemed that he felt suffocated and there was darkness in front of him.
Oriental philosopher chased him from behind, but at first sight he saw Zhou Yan at the edge of the cliff with his hands tightly around his neck. He was frightened and white, and Dapeng spread his wings and flew at him with a force to take Zhou Yan away from the dangerous edge of the cliff.
Zhou Yan’s one leng slender eye pupil reflects the unsmiling face of Oriental philosopher sipping his lips.
What are you going to do? He stared at Dongfang Zhe with his eyes. Both sides made a fist. Are you going to get revenge on me and your father?
Oriental philosopher threw him aside and stared at him coldly with deep eyes. From the moment he invaded the Oriental Castle and brought him here, he had guessed that it was him who killed his father. But he felt even worse when he heard that he had suffered. Even if they were not brothers, he had been in the Oriental Castle for more than 20 years. Even if strangers got along with him for so long, would he really get his hand? Or did his hatred for the Oriental Castle reach the point where everyone had to be buried before he would stop?
Dad, you killed him yourself.
It was Zhou Yan who nodded and looked ferocious. Haha, it was my real hand that killed him. I thought that he would suddenly get an incurable disease when he died. I just wanted to laugh and finally died. All the people who took him finally died. His eyes were finally squeezed into fists, didn’t they? Now he doesn’t feel happy. Shouldn’t he shout? His slender eyes are shining with tears for no reason. What doesn’t he feel happy?
Oriental philosopher looked at Zhou Yan with a complicated expression. He should hate him, and he did hate him, but he couldn’t do it. This person hates it, but he is also poor. The faint sunshine reflects his white hair more dazzling. This crazy man hates men but has been trying to cut them. They are all the same blood. Will Grandpa really kill his family and take revenge? Will he rest in peace in heaven?
The wind raised his black hair and fluttered in disorder, and his clothes fluttered lightly, sipping his lips and staring at the confusion in his mind. What should he do, Dad? Will he approve of revenge or dissolve hatred? Long fingers clenched their nails and put them in their palms. I don’t blame him for thinking of Dad’s charity and laughing at him, because he is their relative, because he often forgives others and talks about it, so Dad blames the poor man again.
Do you regret it?