Stunning Supreme Spirit Pivot

Chapter 472 Jiang Ruo has a heart [1]

"Why would Immortal Lord Qingyin think so?" Fan Lingshu raised his eyebrows.

"You came here regardless of the bounty offered for capture and the secret pursuit of the demons, isn't there something important?"

Nothing can be hidden from him.

"To tell the truth from what Xianjun Qingyin said, I also accidentally found out that Jiang Shaoxin is not the young master of the Jiang family. I felt that something was wrong and wanted to discuss it with you, but since I have already figured it out, there is no need to discuss it."

"So that's the case." He glanced at her and Yuan Yi with cold eyes, "It's not an option for you to hide in Tibet every day, why don't you pretend to be Luxiantai disciples, they won't search for people in Luxiantai."

Yuan Yi rubbed his chin and nodded: "Good idea." He was very annoyed at hiding, or he was killing people outright.

Fan Lingshu bowed his pink lips politely, and said: "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Qingyin, but I swore that I would never wear the white dress of Luxiantai again in this life, and I don't want to break my vow."

There was a little disappointment in Luo Ci's eyes, and he finally nodded: "Then be careful, if you need help, just call me."

He took out a few charms and handed them to her. They were all contact charms, but they were very convenient things. Brahman Lingshu generously took them.

After leaving Jiang's house, Fan Lingshu rushed to the broken house without stopping.

Is what Jiang Shaoxin said true?She wouldn't totally believe it!
Zhang Bo was really the one who served the young master of the Jiang family back then, so he should know.

Before the yin and yang reincarnation eye, she could see the memory of the dead, just like she saw the memory of the dead Mu Hanyan back then.

However, since her spiritual source was broken and turned into a star, she felt that the yin and yang reincarnation eyes had also become stronger.

Why don't you try to see if you can see it, and take a look at who this Jiang Shaoxin is!

"Why come to this stinky place again?" Yuan Yi was extremely disgusted.

"Wait!" Fan Lingshu just wanted to go in, but found many people from the Jiang family inside, and hurried out.

One step late.

People from Jiangwanglou and Jiangwangqiao actually found them.

She watched the people from Jiang's family carry Uncle Zhang out to the pier and board the boat. It was obvious that they were going to take him to Jiang's house, so she had no choice but to follow.

After Zhang Bo entered Zhang's house, he was interrogated for a while before he was taken to a side courtyard to rest.

Fan Lingshu waited until it was dark before finding a chance to sneak in. Uncle Zhang fell asleep, and just in time, she quickly formed a mudra with her hands, a lavender light swirled in her palms, and a faint red light overflowed from her left eye.

She put her hand on Zhang Bo's forehead.

Some pictures flashed by quickly. From Uncle Zhang's perspective, the most common one was a gentle and elegant young man reading and writing at the desk. His appearance was indeed half or half similar to that of Jiang Shaoxin.

When he was twelve or thirteen years old, he bought a little boy from outside, dark and thin, always with his head down, depressed.

The boy has round eyes with drooping lower lids that are raised at the end.

This is Jiang Shaoxin.

Jiang Xin, the young master of the Jiang family, liked him very much, and personally taught him to read and write, and even wanted to help him eat and dress himself.

For his gentle and considerate actions, the young Jiang Shaoxin usually only responded with a cold expression.

Occasionally, Jiang Xin would do some transgressive actions, such as kissing the corner of Jiang Shaoxin's mouth. The boy who seemed to understand nothing had extremely cold eyes.

But Jiang Xin didn't care, he liked looking at this child.

Especially during the day, when he couldn't go out, he would stand in the window through the black cloth and watch Jiang Shaoxin gesticulate with a wooden sword in the sunny yard until he lay down on the ground sweating profusely, unable to say anything. comfortable.

(End of this chapter)