Kuaishou Little Ancestor: The God of Blackening is Begging for Responsibility Again

Chapter 297 Don't Be Afraid, I'm Not Going (33)
(The writing is broken, don't read it, please! Just watch the ending when the time comes!!)
Fei Jue walked back to Yiling City step by step with difficulty, the whole city was eerily silent.

It was like a harbinger of a storm, but she struggled with it for a long time, but she still couldn't escape it.

Returning to the inn with the murdered disciple, the huge inn was actually empty.

She didn't know if Yin Congnan and Huaci had returned, and she was about to go upstairs after putting down the disciple, when suddenly Mo Qingfeng's disciples ambushing in the dark of the inn flew down and surrounded her.

The leader is Huacang's big disciple Nie Wenchong, who is also the master of the disciple who was killed tonight, and beside him is the young disciple who escaped from the sky.

Pointing at Fei Jue with his sword, he said to Nie Wenchong: "Master, Master Fei Jue. She is the Charm Lord. I saw it with my own eyes, and my brother was killed by them."

In Mo Qingfeng, Fei Jue has always been loved and respected by others, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes today, how could they believe that the Lord of Charm Demon has been lurking among them for many years.Maybe she secretly learned all of their Mo Qingfeng's exercises.

Nie Wenchong glanced at Fei Jue, and finally his eyes fell on his murdered disciple, and he gradually clenched the sword in his hand.

Gritting his teeth firmly, rattling, he tried his best to restrain the rage in his heart, and said sharply: "Fei Jue, you are guilty of murdering your fellow disciples!"

Fei Jue bit her lip secretly, she took the initiative to put down Yin Congnan's saber in her hand, and placed it in front of her body, as if bowing down to Yin Congnan, she knelt down slowly, "Disciple is guilty."

Although she did not do what happened today, it has something to do with her. She cannot escape the responsibility for the death of Mo Qingfeng's disciple.

Nie Wenchong did not expect that Fei Jue would plead guilty so quickly, and his eyebrows frowned slightly. Although he was very reluctant to let her go, Mo Qingfeng would never allow her to be stained by a monster like her.

With a firm heart, he said: "Since that's the case, press back to Mo Qingfeng and let the uncle clean up the door himself."

Fei Jue bowed her head.

She didn't know how things suddenly developed to this point. She had no intention of resisting, so she wanted to confess.

But suddenly the inn was broken into, and the city lord Changqian rushed in aggressively with someone.

Regardless of the fact that Mo Qingfeng was still there, all the people surrounded Fei Jue, "I never thought that you, Mo Qingfeng, would be guarding yourself and stealing from you. You are clearly the charmer, and you are still pretending to uphold righteousness and eliminate demons. Extremely hypocritical!"

"You monster, give back my son's life!"

The most excited one was the city lord, "You killed my son, and I want you to pay for it."

As he said that, he was going to fight Fei Jue.

But Feijue didn't give him a chance, got up from the ground directly, frowned and said: "It was my negligence of duty that killed my Mo Qingfeng disciple, but your son's death has nothing to do with me."

"You still want to quibble." The city lord's eyes were red, like a red-eyed demon, "You were there alone that night, and you still want to quibble? Afterwards, Miss Gillian in Changchun Building, you went into that room alone, A good girl was killed by you, and now you are still unrepentant! Last night, you even connived at the evil spirit, what else can you say!"

"That's right, yesterday I heard with my own ears that the monster who wanted to kill me called her master."

There was a man standing beside him, pointing at Fei Jue, but as if he was afraid of her revenge, he hid behind the city lord and confronted Fei Jue.

Fei Jue thought about it carefully, and then remembered that it was the person she rescued at the inn yesterday.

"It's not a pity to kill innocent people in your hands, and it's not a pity to kill you."

"Get her up."

"Kill her!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)