The pastoral doctor in the rebirth space

Chapter 821 Liangdu (8)
After being reminded by Yan Ling, Ling Xiaoya looked at the man in black on the ground in the light of the moon, and sure enough, black blood spit out from the corners of their mouths.

"Who sent it? Is it to kill me? Or the treasurer Zhu and Iron Wolf?"

"I wish the shopkeeper and Iron Wolf."

Ling Xiaoya rolled her eyes, and couldn't help asking softly, "Did Uncle Jing do it?"

"Whether he sent someone or not is not important anymore. They are all dead and there is no evidence left."

"Search them, maybe there will be clues!"

"What is found will not be useful, more precisely, it will be someone else's token."

That's right, planting and framing, although this kind of method is old-fashioned, it is still very useful not to mention it!
Ling Xiaoya couldn't help but nodded when she heard the words.

"Qingfeng, go search them."

"Didn't you just say that even if you find it, it's useless?"

Ling Xiaoya asked curiously, blinking her eyes.

"Look at which unlucky ghost is wondering and unlucky."

Ling Xiaoya was taken aback for a moment, then nodded suddenly, "I understand."

Qingfeng's work efficiency was very high, and he immediately searched the bodies of more than a dozen men in black on the ground, and finally took out a badge on a man in black, "Master."

Yan Ling took the badge and murmured in a low voice, "Hua complacent?"

"Who is he?" Ling Xiaoya couldn't help but slander in her heart why she didn't just call Hua Manlou.

"He? A fifth-rank captain. When I returned to Beijing at the age of 15, I went to take the martial arts championship. I happened to meet him once. Later, I won and he lost."

In a simple sentence, Yan Ling explained clearly the relationship between herself and Hua Ziman.

The corners of Ling Xiaoya's mouth twitched, "It's really a good candidate."

He happened to have a grudge against Yan Ling.

Yan Ling was noncommittal.

The night was getting dark, but unfortunately none of them had any interest in resting.

Bojing Court

"Yanling! Yanling! That Yanling is an evil star! No wonder Yun Xiran let that nemesis kill him back then!"

Old Zhao angrily smashed the porcelain vase of Duo Zi Duo Fu in his hand, gasped heavily, and spoke indignantly.

"Auntie, what should we do now. Marquis Zhongyong and that little bitch are about to enter Liangdu soon, and the people we sent out died one after another!"

Zhao Shi was also half-dead with anger at this time. In fact, Ling Xiaoya was the one she wanted to kill the most, but she also knew that it was impossible now.We can only kill the Iron Wolf and Shopkeeper Zhu, those two guys who failed to accomplish anything but failed to succeed!
"Did Bowen find someone Iron Wolf cares about?"

Old Mrs. Zhao calmed down, and then asked gloomily.

Mrs. Zhao shook her head, "Iron Wolf was born as a bandit in the past, and all his brothers died. It was my elder brother who recruited him because he saw that he was still a talent. I don't know where Iron Wolf's relatives died. As for the woman, He visits brothels every day, and plays tricks on those women, he—"

"Okay, after talking a lot of nonsense, do you just want to tell me that those iron wolves don't care about people at all!"

Mrs. Zhao shrank her neck. She had said so much, but what she really wanted to say the most was this sentence.

"It's not enough to succeed, but it's more than failure, and so is the blog post. How dare you send such a person to handle the matter!"

Old Zhao was annoyed, and blamed his nephew as well.

"My brother said that Iron Wolf is very loyal and will never recruit my brother."

Old Zhao snorted coldly with disdain, "Loyalty? What is loyalty? Only the mouth of the dead is the most reliable in this world. It's a pity that now—"

(End of this chapter)