Don't ask where people go

Chapter 1237 Turmoil

"The world is a chess game, and everyone in the world is like a chess piece." Fang Zilan looked calm, "I can't escape even if I don't want to."

"But now, Murong Qing has used the Silver Armor Army for you. From now on..." Fang Chong was interrupted by Fang Zilan before he could finish his words, "Do you really think so?"

"It's not important how I thought it was. What's important is that in the eyes of others, this is the fact." Fang Chongzheng's voice became a little darker, "No matter what Murong Qing's real purpose is, he used you as an excuse in a high-sounding way."

"He actually put on a good show of deep affection." Fang Zilan snorted, and Fang Chongzheng was noncommittal, "Although Murong Qing is young, he has a deep mind. You must be more careful around him."

"I am sensible, but..." Fang Zilan pursed her lips and hesitated, "Now that the Fang family has been involved, it will be difficult for you to stay alone."

"They can't kill me today, and they won't be able to kill me tomorrow." Fang Chongzheng looked calm, "Lan'er, not everyone is like you, dare to admit their crimes with blood on their hands. As long as they keep the fig leaf tightly covered, , I will be invincible.”

Hearing this, Fang Zilan said nothing and stared at Fang Chongzheng silently for a while before saying, "Since you have made up your mind, I have nothing to say."

She paused and added softly: "You... be more careful. If you have anything to do, just ask me to do it. As long as I am still breathing, no one will bully the Fang family."

Fang Chongzheng laughed dumbly, and then said seriously: "This is what I should do, your body..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Zilan made a gesture of silence, and then raised his voice: "You are already here, why don't you show up?"

"You two have a deep love as father and daughter, how can I disturb you?" Hongtai curled her lips with a half-smile, walked in from the door, saluted Fang Chongzheng and said, "Master Fang, I have admired you for a long time."

Fang Chongzheng looked indifferent, "I have resigned. I am afraid that I cannot afford to be the boss."

Hongtai raised his eyebrows and looked at Fang Zilan, but saw that she shrugged and looked tight-lipped. On the contrary, Fang Chongzheng said to himself: "If I can't even guess the identity of the boss, I'm afraid I can’t even afford it…”

"Master Fang has a keen eye." Hongtai intercepted Fang Chongzheng's last words, but before he could say anything, he listened to him: "Since the eldest master and my daughter have something to say, I won't stay any longer."

Fang Zilan raised the corners of her lips, bowed slightly and said, "Zixiu of the Ghost Sect, I have met Prince Zhongzheng."

Murong Qing's eyes flashed with surprise, "You..."

Murong Qingyuan had heard of Zixiu's name in the palace of Prince Miluo in the past. The killer who was talked about in the world and the sharpest sword in the world was actually the Duke of Dajingyue in front of him.

The former dynasty, the Gate of Ghosts, and Dajing.

Fang Zilan, Zixiu, Duke of Yue.

After figuring out the key, Murong Qing suddenly laughed out loud, raised his hands and said, "Master Fang is really resourceful and scheming. It seems that the power of the capital has been exhausted, and your Majesty's time is running out."

Fang Zilan felt a dull pain in her heart, like a needle pricking her heart, but her face remained calm, "Your Majesty, do you really think that the Ghost Sect is helping you by handing you the frost poison?" "Even if the Ghost Sect is not helping you, I'm not helping Lord Fang." Murong Qing looked a little colder, "The frost is very poisonous, and even if there is an antidote, it will cause great harm to people. Am I right, Lord Fang?"

"If the Crown Prince thinks so, then let it be that way." Fang Zilan shrugged indifferently, and Murong Qing said with great interest: "Master Fang, you may not be truly loyal to the Ghost Sect, and the frost poison is proof. I think you will be with me. There are also transactions among ghosts, and in this case, you and I are no different."

Fang Zilan was silent, and Murong Qing raised his eyebrows, "With Mr. Fang's appearance, I will assume that I am right."

"Hasn't the prince ever thought that some people would use poison as feed to raise poison?" Fang Zilan suddenly spoke with a sinister expression, "A hundred years ago, the art of Miluo's yin and yang and the art of witchcraft and poison were popular. I thought the prince would not know about it. "

Murong Qing's expression froze. He looked at the person in front of him intently, as if he wanted to see something from her, but he couldn't see anything. But the seeds of doubt in his heart began to take root and sprout.

Both Zixiu and Fang Zilan are too powerful. They slaughtered all over the Gilded City, faced off against the robbers alone, and fought fiercely for several hours under Qiluo City to protect the people. Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed beyond human power.

It would make sense if there were Yin and Yang magic, or the magic of witchcraft and Gu. But the art of yin and yang has been lost for a long time. Even the high priest in the Miluo court can't use it, let alone others?

As for the art of witchcraft...

Murong Qing was in a trance for a moment, and Fang Zilan calmed down, and her voice became darker, "Your Majesty, I promised King Zhongzheng that I would protect your life. But if you have evil intentions, don't blame me for being ruthless. Next time, I will Kill you."

After she said that, she turned around and was about to leave, but Murong Qing called out to her, "Master Fang, you said that I have evil intentions. Then you worked hard to reach the position of Duke of Yue. Don't you have other plans?"

Any other plans? Fang Zilan chewed on these four words repeatedly, then looked back at Murong Qing, "I have other plans, but they are different from the prince's ambition."

"Ambition?" Murong Qing laughed out loud as if he heard something funny. After a while, he stopped and said word by word: "Master Fang, if you have the prophecy of destiny, will you fight for it? If so? Without fighting, where can we settle down?”

Fang Zilan laughed and said coldly: "There are many people in this world who do not have the prophecy of destiny. Don't they need to settle down and settle down? Your prince has come this way. Whether it is for the sake of settling down and establishing destiny or the prophecy of destiny, only you know best in your heart."

"No matter what Mr. Fang thinks, I will not stop here." Murong Qing clenched his hands into fists and said with a fierce expression: "I will never let Mr. Zuo's blood flow in vain."

When she heard Mr. Zuo, Fang Zilan was stunned. She pursed her lips and whispered: "Your Majesty, have you ever thought that Mr. Zuo's so-called help for you may be just to satisfy his own god-making?"

"What did Lord Fang say?" Murong Qing didn't seem to hear it clearly. Fang Zilan shook her head, "It's nothing. Your Majesty just needs to remember what I said today and stay safe. Otherwise, forgive me for not being able to fulfill my promise to your father."

After she said that, she walked out without looking back. Murong Qing looked at her back and felt a helpless and dejected feeling in his heart.

It wasn't that he didn't hear the last sentence he just said clearly, but he didn't dare to hear it clearly.

If Mr. Zuo is really like Fang Zilan said, he only helped because of the destiny prophecy, what does the friendship between teacher and friend in those years mean... and who does he mean? A tool to fulfill destiny prophecies?

Fang Zilan's heart-wrenching words were truly more cruel than killing someone.