The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

Chapter 41

As soon as these words came out, Nangong Yijing, who was supporting her, trembled slightly, and subconsciously turned to look at Nangong Fei.

She had followed Nangong Fei since she was a child, and she understood it instantly.

The elder sister wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone, so that Shen Tang would be charged with murder and seizing treasure.

In this way, her father will not be able to protect her.

Thinking of this, the tight string in Nangong Yi's heart suddenly loosened.

She was afraid of Shen Tangluo because she was afraid of it deep down.

Even though the scene of the Red Maple Forest had passed for a long time, the nightmare that had penetrated to the bone marrow never let her go.

Shen Tangluo should have died long ago!

This time, she must not be allowed to return to Xuanling Palace.

A sternness flashed across Nangong Yi's eyes.

She and Nangong Fei looked at each other, and they knew each other.

"Young master, we are from the Xuanling Palace. We came to the Lingmai Grand Canyon this time to find my stubborn and willful fourth sister."

"So, we don't know the tragic experience experienced by the owner of the elixir in the mouth of the young master."

Although she didn't know how the man in front of her found out that the pill was in Nangong Fei's hands.

But she was sure that there must be something special about this elixir, so that the man in front of her could easily catch up with her.

It was their carelessness.

Mo Lichuan's eyes were fierce, and the hostility on his body remained undiminished.

He suppressed the blunt pain in his heart and asked, "Then how do you explain that the pill is in your hands at this moment?"

He held the golden elixir tightly, with a sad and painful expression on his face, suppressing the surging resentment and annoyance.

He shouldn't have let Ling'er out of his sight.

In just a short while, his Ling'er would never come back.

Why did God make such a joke with him?
Suddenly, Mo Lichuan clutched his heart, Qingjun's complexion was both blue and white, as if wrinkled into a ball in extreme pain.

"puff--"

He staggered and fell to his knees, a mouthful of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

"No...can't." He murmured in pain.

Ling'er's revenge has not been avenged, how can he fall down, absolutely not.

Nangong Fei looked at Mo Lichuan with disgust, but said in her mouth, "My lord, is there some misunderstanding?"

"Shen Tangluo is my fourth younger sister. Although she is a little bit stubborn on weekdays, she definitely won't do things like killing people and seizing pills."

"Misunderstanding? Hehe..." Mo Lichuan suddenly stood up with his sword on the ground, laughing sarcastically.

"Impossible! Do you dare to swear that this pill really has nothing to do with you?"

The injustice has a leader, and the debt has an owner. If he takes revenge, he must find the person who really killed Ling'er.

Nangong Fei was extremely happy in her heart. She took off her veil, with a righteous smile on her face.

"I, Nangong Fei, can guarantee with the reputation of Xuanling Palace that I have never met the owner of the pill that the young master said. This medicine was indeed sent by my fourth sister."

"If she really did something that is against the law of heaven, I, Xuanling Palace, will definitely not cover it up, and will definitely bring her before the young master, and let the young master dispose of her."

Seeing that Mo Lichuan's face was a little loose, Nangong Fei covered his chest and coughed lightly, and then said righteously: "If you don't believe me, you can go back to Xuanling Palace with my sisters and wait for my fourth sister to go back, and solve it face to face with her."

Listening to the two sisters singing together, Shen Tangluo's twinkling peach blossom eyes suddenly narrowed, and the smile in his eyes became colder and colder.

This is a good way to frame the blame.

It seems that they still don't have a long memory.

Shen Tangluo glanced at Mo Lichuan who was immersed in grief, and an indescribable complexity flashed across his eyes.

She knew who Ling'er Mo Lichuan was talking about.

Presumably, it was the abandoned daughter Hua Ling adopted by the Mo family ten years ago.

That talented girl who was famous in Yunfu country at only 15 years old and had extraordinary attainments in alchemy.

In this way, it is not difficult to explain why Mo Lichuan was so hostile when he appeared, only targeting Nangong Fei.

The golden pill in his hand was made by Hua Ling.

It is rumored that Mo Lichuan can recognize all the pills that Hualing has refined at a glance.

Shen Tangluo casually blew on a strand of hair that floated to her mouth, stretched her waist and stood up.

At this moment, the phantom ghost in the shape of a milk ball floated leisurely on Shen Tangluo's shoulder, and circled around her a few times.

Shen Tangluo's mind was concentrated, and then, a faint smile flashed across those indifferent and clear eyes.

With a flick of her sleeves, she jumped off the vines neatly.

The clear and sassy figure fell down, the black hair accompanied by the red headband danced flamboyantly, wild and uninhibited.

"You don't need to go to Xuanling Palace, this girl is right here."

(End of this chapter)