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Chapter 219 Injury from previous life, Promise Palace, Yun Feng

"Why?"

Su Jin raised her eyebrows and gave him a sideways look.

"Isn't he trapped in remorse and unable to extricate himself? If there is an opportunity to reform, how can he miss it?"

Lin Jinxu's righteous words are [-] points.

I will never admit it, I just want to eat melons, and secretly watch a good show.

"Junior brother has not left the customs for 70 years."

How could Sujin fail to see his careful thinking, and gave him a supercilious look: "Even if you tell him, there may not be an answer."

Lin Jinxu laughed jokingly, and continued to lobby: "My husband has a hunch that he will come."

"Oh?"

Su Jin raised her eyebrows, her eyes showed surprise: "Why is your husband so sure?"

"Madam trust me once."

It is rare for Lin Jinxu to be aroused by the tortuous and bizarre past events, and he patted his heart and assured: "My husband doesn't know what happened back then, and he is an outsider. Thinking from the perspective of an outsider, he can see it more clearly."

"Yunfeng hides from the world. It's not that he doesn't want to come out, but because he doesn't have the right opportunity. Now Qianmian Poison Doctor is in trouble. Back then, the real murderer appeared in the world. If he had the opportunity to reverse the case for her, how could he miss this rare opportunity and continue to dormant?"

"If the news is true, the real culprit is someone else."

Sujin still has scruples: "Wouldn't Yunfeng be even more sad."

"If you make a mistake, you must correct it. Make up for your mistakes as much as possible. How can you just avoid it blindly?"

A joke flashed in Lin Jinxu's eyes, and his tongue was full of love: "If he can't let go, he will become ill in the long run, and he may have inner demons, which will be extremely detrimental to his future cultivation."

"Okay, just trust you once."

Sujin was moved by what he said, stared at him for a few seconds, and sighed sadly: "I hope what you said is true, Junior Brother Yunfeng has been in seclusion for a long time, and it's time to come out."

*
The secret place of the Promise Palace.

Surrounded by white clouds, on the top of a solitary peak that looks like a fairy, a young man in a white dress with a peerless appearance, his eyes covered with white gauze, sat cross-legged, stroking the strings with his slender fingertips.

The sound of the piano is sad and tactful, revealing a touch of sadness.

A glowing sound transmission talisman shuttled out of the void and floated in front of him.

The young man's ears moved, and with his keen hearing, he sensed the fluctuations in the void.

"Junior Brother Yunfeng."

A gentle and soft voice came from the sound transmission talisman: "Senior sister knows that you are in retreat, and she didn't want to disturb you, but another major event happened in the world of cultivating immortals, which is related to the truth about the thousand-faced poison doctor and the unsolved case of extermination 70 years ago. It's better to talk to you"

"Snapped."

A string broke upon hearing the sound, scratching the young man's fingers, and blood dripped down from the fingertips.

"Junior Brother, the mysterious man in black who appeared in Liu County of Xiliang this time, with his poisonous skills, Senior Sister has no choice but Junior Brother to take action now."

Su Jin rambled on and on and on, but sighed sadly when she heard no reply.

However, what she didn't know was that on the top of the cliff, there was no longer the figure of the person playing the piano.

*
Deep night, the palace.

Outside the southwestern gate, Wu Juan was wearing black clothes and masked her face, exuding a murderous aura all over her body.

The leader of Feng Linwei climbed over the palace wall and met her quietly.

"Have you found any clues?"

Wu Juan frowned, "Who murdered the little master?"

"The leader of the Liuyuan Opera Troupe."

The leader of Feng Linwei took out a portrait from his sleeve and handed it to her.

"Where is he?"

Wu Juan unfolded the portrait, glanced at it, remembered the person in the painting, and returned the portrait.

"It was not found in the city."

The leader of Feng Linwei took the portrait, his sword eyebrows tightened: "Perhaps he has escaped from the city."

(End of this chapter)