Don't bother me, Lord Ghost King

Yun Linglong only laments that she is restless when she meets a secondary disease patient. But she did not expect that the palace of king an was also very busy.

Qingfeng has been seen through by Xiao Yin, so he has no scruples.

"Your good eyesight." The cool wind glanced at Xiao Yin coldly.

At this moment, his whole temperament changed.

Originally how to see how soft a person, at this time as a ghost haunted, look at people's eyes are with wind frost.

Xiao Yin turns to see the city at night. Let alone the breeze, it's really different from the previous king an.

"Come on, who are you?" The night poured out the majesty of the chief judge.

The breeze is the least bit son, fear all have no, fear also have no use!

"The man that the Lord thinks I am is the man." Qingfeng doesn't mean to cooperate. Anyway, I can't keep my life.

Night Qingcheng's patience has always been very poor, said to Xiao Yin: "Duanmu Minglei will only use some shameful means. So you don't have to be polite. "

You're welcome? Xiao Yin doesn't recognize these two words at all, OK?

He kicked out with one foot, with a "click" sound, which was obviously the sound of broken bones.

Qingfeng's right arm is soft.

Luo Yixuan's hand covered his forehead, half covering his eyes. It's not that he can't bear it. It's just that he's a little cleaner in his hands.

The cold sweat rolled down from the forehead one by one.

But Qingfeng clenched her teeth and said nothing.

Such a tough man is respected, but such an opponent is really a problem.

"Duanmu Minglei, a villain who repays his kindness with vengeance, is also worthy of your wholehearted pursuit?" Ask coldly at night.

Qingfeng was shocked. King an really deserved his reputation.

"You said, if he knew that you had betrayed the drunken mansion, would you die in a bad way“ Night city, casual asked.

Qingfeng's eyes are full of surprise and disdain.

"I didn't say anything. I didn't expect that the dignified king an was so shameless."

This kind of behavior of planting and framing is easy to say at night.

Xiao Yinxie laughed, "who said this, but you didn't say it. I don't know what I am! King an is just helping you to recognize your master's virtue. "

The breeze is silent.

I'm a meticulous worker. What I do is shameful. What's the right to blame others?

In ancient times, there has been no military fraud. Even from a hostile standpoint, yeqingcheng's actions are beyond reproach.

Can't you survive, can't you die?

Qingfeng thought a little and then made up her mind.

Xiao Yin's eyes are poisonous because he can see through his heart.

"Qingfeng, it's hard to die through the ages. Don't think about death, or you will be ashamed to see your ancestors because of the curse you bear after your death. "

He low body, bent a leg, squat in the breeze side.

He seemed to be a close friend with gentle advice.

No one can see that the sharp kick just now was kicked by him.

Qingfeng wants to hide far away. They are enemies. Hey, who do you want to show me this intimate look?

"King an, I won't betray, so it's useless for you to keep me." The breeze said calmly.

If people become boring, they will be fearless.

"Well, you don't count." The city is more calm at night.

People in his hands, want to release what information is not all his mouth to move things ah!

"King an is so unkind. Should the reputation of the dead be framed out of thin air“ The meaning of the breeze is cool.

No matter how short a man is, he never listens to others.

Only the tone of peace said: "the lives of living people are also sacrificed in vain, the king is not a soft hearted."

With the name of God of war, do you dare to count on the hands of the night to be spotless?

Qingfeng looks at the city at night, and then at Xiao Yin. Finally, his eyes fall on Luo Yixuan. He is very curious about the identity of these two people. Guess to guess, only the man in white is a good man in the flower hall.

He found out that what the man in Black said was right. It was not so easy for him to die.

If life dye can come to a clean end, he can die calmly.

But he found that even if he was a ghost, it would not help.

"What do you want?" Qingfeng is a smart man.

What can he do now when he is a butcher?

There's one good thing about dealing with smart people: being on the road.

Night city is also pleasant: "since I have lived in Nanling for a long time, I think I have some feelings. I don't want to force others into trouble. You can just give your master information as usual. "

Qingfeng's face is green. Does it mean that he should do double work?

Is it because he's not going to die fast enough or miserable enough?

"Mr. Wang, I beg your pardon. His royal highness is very kind to me, and... "He stopped.

Everyone has a compelling reason, but some people take it out to solicit sympathy, and some prefer to bear it in their heart.

The night poured into the city with a sneer: "Nanling has been very kind to Beiqi, but Duanmu Minglei is the one who is grateful? Seeing that you are in such a dilemma, I think there are still people you care about in Beiqi. Therefore, you have no choice but to obey the king's instructions“

In the eyes of the city at night, Duanmu's clear and honest crime is unforgivable.

It's not surprising that anyone has a bad relationship with Nanling, except Beiqi.

But even if Duanmu Minglei is a snake, yeqingcheng is definitely not Mr. Dongguo.

When dealing with cold-blooded people, you can't influence them, so you can only tame them, or return them by colder means.

In addition, Xiao Yin's words reveal the details of Qingfeng.

Beiqi has people who he loves, or his family or sweetheart. Otherwise, he doesn't have to care too much about his reputation after death.

If a man is willing to give up his life, but he is afraid of tarnishing his reputation, then most likely the reputation of the dead is still useful to the living.

Qingfeng's eyes dim down, the most helpless thing in the world is to kill the body, but it may not be benevolent.

In his distant hometown, there are still people looking forward to his return.

If he doesn't follow the orders of the night, those people will probably die.

Qingfeng looks up to the sky and sighs: fate makes people! He can't make a choice; Death, too, can not make their own decisions.

Luo Yixuan, who had never said a word before, spoke at this time: "if your master really treats you with kindness and is a reasonable person, he should know that the crime is not as good as his wife."

The breeze droops, Duanmu is open and aboveboard, you will not have such a mind.

This is what he has been worried about.

"Well, breaking this arm is also a reward for his kindness." Qingfeng shakes his head and smiles bitterly.