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Chapter 534
Yang Ye's bones were still cold, so he let himself draw his sword at his widow, but An Tiru couldn't do it no matter what.

"Sister-in-law," An Tiru begged with tears in her eyes, "Brother Yang is the son's brother, and also Tiru's elder brother. If my sister-in-law trusts Tiru, ​​please wait for a while. Tiru swears with her life that she will definitely help you." The young master found out the real culprit and avenged Brother Yang for this bloody revenge."

Li Yuan was unmoved, and said coldly: "If you still think of me as your sister-in-law, get out of the way!"

An Tiru couldn't let her go, so she took a step forward, grabbed the sword in Li Yuan's hand, and pressed it against her chest: "Sister-in-law, if you don't trust Tiru, ​​she will kill me with one sword. Tiru's death is not a pity, but please Sister-in-law Mingjian, if sister-in-law is eager for revenge and is used by others, mistakenly recognizes her innocence, and lets the real murderer who killed Brother Yang go free, Brother Yang's spirit in heaven will not rest in peace."

"Don't fool me!"

Li Yuan's eyes were red, her bare hands were tightly grasping the hilt of the sword, and she pushed it forward inch by inch. The blood spilled from the wound, reddening An Tiru's coat.

"If Mu Si is really innocent, why are you afraid of me confronting him face to face?"

"Because not everyone is like my sister-in-law who went to find the truth."

Li Yuan was startled, and seemed to understand a little bit.

When she first heard of Yang Ye's death, she felt as if the sky was falling and the ground was cracking, the pain made her feel numb and chaotic.

Later, the Chen family and the Zhu family came.It seems that there is no effort, all the evidence points to Mu Dianke, and the mourning hall, which was originally sad, is full of hatred and hatred.

Later, Yan Yisheng and his wife arrived in a rush of travel, and someone told the couple that Mu Dian had ordered a briber of human tooth dealers to humiliate Yan Ling...

It just happened.It's logical, but compact and smooth. It's a little incredible.

However, the truth is ahead, even if doubts abound, Li Yuan cannot stop.

"I just want the truth! Whoever makes trouble, I will kill first! Get out of the way!"

An Tiru gritted her teeth, refusing to take a step back.Lines of blood climbed up the blade and dripped meanderingly.

He Peishan burst into tears: "Tiru, ​​why are you doing this, why? Aye, Aye, he and you are brothers and sisters, why is he dead, and you don't even want us to investigate the murderer?"

Pu Qingyun leaned on the railing, with tears in his eyes, and said angrily: "I think they are obviously guilty and blackmailed you with old love. A Yuan, ignore him, kill him first, and then go kill that little bitch Mu Si!"

He only heard a loud shout from behind: "A Yuan!" Guan Shibei rushed over, grabbed Li Yuan's clenched hand, and pulled it hard, and finally took the long sword away with ruthlessness and brute force. , turned around and threw it into the lake, and said sadly: "A Yuan, what are you doing? You are all from your own family. If you have something to say, you can't say it well. You have to use a knife or a gun to see blood before you stop."

"Oh—my family!" Li Yuan sneered repeatedly, turned back and pointed at the front hall, suddenly lost control of her emotions, and roared loudly at Chaoguan Shibei: "Go ask Chang Qianfo, he treats us as his own family!" Is she human? Only Mu Si is her darling, her own family!"

Guan Shibei heard her talk getting more and more outrageous, so she interrupted anxiously: "Shut up!" He shouted sharply: "What are you talking about?"

Suddenly, the back of his hand burned, and he looked down, but a hot teardrop splashed on his hand.

Li Yuan turned her back, raised her hand to cover her mouth, trembling all over, tears streaming down her face.In the end, he couldn't help it, and buried his head in sobs.

Guan Shibei's heart is broken like a knife, how can he bear to be harsh?Turning around and hugging Li Yuan, she burst into tears, choked up and said: "Good boy, good boy, it's my aunt's fault..."

At this time, Yan Yisheng also caught up with the bridge.

After just one night, the old housekeeper who was originally hale and hearty seemed to have aged ten years.His thick black hair was half gray, his face was wrinkled and folded, his eyelids drooped, and he lost all expression.Yan Yisheng glanced at An Tiru, ​​but didn't say anything, walked forward silently, held his wife who was also emaciated, and stood silently on the railing.

An Tiru had never felt so disgusting as she was at this moment.

How much he wished that Li Yuan could stab his chest with a sword, it was better than standing here unscathed, enduring the pain and torment of conscience.

He suddenly wanted to know, if the person standing on the bridge at this moment was Chang Qianfo, what would he do?
I'm afraid, Chang Qianfo's situation at this time is not much better than his own.

There are tens of thousands of roads in the world, but he chose the most difficult one to walk.

"Jingle Bell--"

"Jingle Bell--"

From the dense shade of trees in the distance, there are crisp bells ringing in a series, like an incoherent and beautiful piece of music, with some mysterious meaning, leading people to the distance where the mind is.

"Dingling--" the sound of the bell echoed in the empty garden, among the grass, leaves, flowers and trees for a long time, the sound was getting closer, but no one could be heard.

Everyone's mood was mobilized and tense.

If we say half a year ago, people would still be unfamiliar with this ringtone.Then Yan Wei in Kunlun Mountain and Peng Ruofeng in Yangzhou Peng's family were killed one after another. After the Liu family was wiped out three months ago, anyone who has a bit of experience in the world will not dare to take it lightly after hearing this bell.

An Tiru stood there dumbfounded.

In addition to being shocked, he was more regretful.He asked Fu Xiu to go back to deliver the letter because he wanted Mu Dian to evade and avoid conflicts, instead of letting her prepare in advance to kill these people.

At this moment, he vaguely understood Chang Qianfo's good intentions in enclosing the meeting hall. Chang Qianfo did not let the people of Huairentang provoke Mu Dianke, and it may be to protect them to a greater extent than Mu Dian Can.

Who is Mu Dian and what is Mei Longxue? After being warm for so long, he has completely forgotten this point.

An old raven uttered a rough squawk, fluttered its wings and flew up, and two black feathers fell down, swaying and falling like in the lake, and the water made ripples.

"Cut, cut, cut!" The cry shrieked far away.

Everyone felt terrified, looked up, and saw a thin old man with white hair standing with folded arms on the treetop where the old raven was startled. With a hand as dry as an old tree root, two pure black claw hooks are easily and casually held.

White clothes and black claws, rolling red mud. ——One of the four great killers in Mobei, Ting Zhonghe.

The five or six guards clustered around He Peishan drew their swords in unison, formed a defensive position, and looked around awe-inspiringly.

An Tiru drew his sword and rushed to the front.

Suddenly an east wind blows from Pinghu Lake, and a burst of scent of flowers blows on the face with the wind, because it is mixed with a little water vapor, it is a little damp.At the source of the fragrant wind, a woman in purple gauze descended from the sky, her long hair reached her ankles, her face was covered with a light gauze, and her pair of jade-like slender feet gently touched the top of the tree. Facing each other across the Jiuqu Bridge.

Big breasts, thin waist and long legs, with a graceful posture.The slender arms are lightly holding dozens of lines of purple gauze, and the wind is blowing, the beauty is coquettish and shocking.

All the men present felt their minds were in a trance, and their three souls and seven souls were already incomplete.

Guan Shibei yelled: "Everyone be careful! This is a witch's trick to seduce people."

Stepping forward to slap one by one, everyone suddenly woke up, strong luck stabilized their minds, and then they resisted.

After a moment of distraction, I saw two delicate figures appearing at the end of the Jiuqu stone bridge at some point.

Two little girls about twelve or thirteen years old, one in a pink shirt and the other in a blue skirt, both have round faces and pointed chins, looking innocent and innocent, smiling and bouncing around.

On the white and round ankles of the little girl in the blue shirt, there is a string of small silver bells tied impressively.

(End of this chapter)