Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

Holding Liu Xiu, the man released her awkwardly, touched her nose and stopped talking.

Liu Xiu didn't really jump on Mrs. Zhao. She wasn't sure if Mrs. Zhao was stained with blood. She was afraid that the blood would dirty her clothes.

"Sister Zhao, sister Zhao, who's so vicious that he even attacked you..." Liu Xiu finally just holds Mrs. Zhao's hand and weeps.

Xier, however, has already seen Mr. Zhao sitting on one side. She squats beside Mr. Zhao and cries out with red eyes: "Mr. Zhao, are you ok?"

Mr. Zhao seems to have heard the familiar voice, so he has a reaction. He moves. He doesn't know who it is. He just reaches out his hand and hugs Xi'er.

"Why Why... " Prince Zhao's voice full of grief rang from her shoulder. He cried: "she just left. How can I live?"

Xi'er finally got the person she liked. Even if Mrs. Zhao's body was lying beside her, she could not hide her joy. She could only blush in her eyes and sob: "don't be sad, Mr. Zhao. If something happened to Mrs. Zhao, I Miss Zhao and I are also very sad, but Mrs. Zhao certainly doesn't want to see you like this. Mr. Zhao, you have to cheer up to catch the murderer who killed Mrs. Zhao... "

Xier Wensheng persuades her.

For a moment, only the voice of Xi'er and her young lady Liu Xiu could be heard near the body.

Maoqi stood outside the crowd with her sword in her arms and watched the scene coldly. It was only when Yu Guang came out of the room to catch a glimpse of Shen Qing that she made a move and quickly walked towards Shen Qing Shi.

"Master, it's dead again." Mao Qi's dying people have said that.

When Shen Qing heard that the one who died was one of the people they suspected in the afternoon, he paused for a moment and then asked, "where's Constable Feng?"

"I don't know where I went. I haven't come yet."

As soon as Mao Qi's words were finished, Constable Feng, who didn't know where he had gone, appeared in a hurry. Together with Constable Feng, there were the abbot of the temple and several monks.

The abbot almost fainted when he saw the body in the yard.

"Where is the devil from? He is so brave that he dares to kill people in front of Buddha's eyes. Amitabha..." The abbot was held by the monk behind him. When he was relieved, he said with a sad face.

If the abbot had not been a monk, Mao Qi thought that he would have wanted to swear.

It's clear that it's the pure land of Buddhism, but two murders happened in one day. If this case is not solved, no one will dare to come to this temple in the future.

However, even if the case is solved, the temple incense will be affected in a short time.

Constable Feng's face was also very ugly. He squatted down beside the body, hugged Mr. Zhao, who was still crying with Xi'er, and said, "I've offended your wife. I also want to find the murderer quickly."

Master Zhao finally let go of Xi'er, but he still grasped her arm. It seemed that he was in the extreme of grief. He was eager to catch something to make himself feel better.

With red eyes and gritting teeth, he said, "Constable Feng, you must find out who killed my wife!"

"I'll try my best." Constable Feng finished and began to look down at Mrs. Zhao's body. After seeing the scar on her neck, he always screwed his eyebrows. After a moment, he didn't say what the cause of Mrs. Zhao's death was, but the abbot of the court said, "please send some people to send this lady's body."