Zhan Feihong and Su Chuanfang were carried to a large village with a radius of more than ten kilometers. The houses passing by on both sides lit their lights one after another, and stared viciously at the two people who were being carried in the air.

The young man stretched out his hand to hold Miss Su, whose hair had faded to black, against his chest, and gently pressed the back of her head with his palms, not wanting her to endure the hostile looks that would disturb her mind.

At the same time, two streaks of scarlet light ignited in his pupils, which were particularly eye-catching in the dark night. As his eyes swept, the bystanders lying by the window with frowning eyebrows couldn't help but be frightened and looked away, not daring to

Colliding with the boy's eyes.

"You'd better be more honest with me, believe it or not, I will pluck out your little beast's eyes and feed them to the dogs?!" His move was quickly noticed by the middle-aged man, who immediately threatened him.

Zhan Feihong's scarlet eyes turned around and stared at the middle-aged man without saying a word.

This unyielding look was like adding fuel to the fire, which only made the middle-aged man stick out two fingers to thrust into those scarlet pupils without saying a word.

Unfortunately, his move to vent his anger was blocked by the young man on the side.

"Uncle Lin, we arrived at the lobby in a few steps. It's not too late to take action at that time. Are you still afraid that their two and a half-year-old children will escape under the eyes of so many people?" The young man in black clothes and black trousers is not

He said warmly.

"Master, you've seen it, how annoying this bitch is!" The middle-aged man known as "Uncle Lin" was blocked twice. He became faintly unhappy and said with his mouth shut.

"If you think he's annoying, I'll just tell him to close his eyes." The young man didn't say much, put his hands behind his back, and continued walking forward.

Just when Zhan Feihong was wondering, he suddenly saw a blue whip swinging up, and instantly stretched into a big blue hand, and "popped" through the net to cover the young man's face.

It's him?!

However, at this time, the young man was too shocked to care about his mouth and nose and could not breathe air. He really did not expect that the real murderer behind the scenes would dare to walk so blatantly with the victim's relatives!

Was there some collusion between them, or was he too confident?!

Zhan Feihong felt his mind was confused, completely confused by this inexplicable situation.

"Well..." He subconsciously wanted to shout out who the real culprit was, but when he reached his throat, he remembered the thing stuck on his face, and couldn't help but struggle hard.

The young man obviously did not turn around to see Zhan Feihong's reaction, but he knew his situation and slowly let go of the blue hand.

Zhan Feihong coughed for a while and finally regained his breath. The red light in his eyes flashed again and again, and he was 100% sure that the young man in black who was walking in front was the villain that day.

What a descendant of the Nangong family, I want to see if you can still maintain this indifferent virtue after I tell you that you are the real murderer!

Several thoughts quickly ran through the young man's mind, and he finally decided to hold back for the time being, but wanted to see what tricks this sinister villain could play!

...

After walking for a while, several people finally arrived at the lobby of the village. The middle-aged man reached out and grabbed Zhan Feihong and Su Chuanfang who were trapped in the net, and threw them to the ground.

Soon, a bunch of nefarious villagers came outside the hall. They had heard that the young village owner died tragically on the street, and they wanted to see the murderer's fate with their own eyes.

"Tell me, you two beasts, how do you want to die?!" The middle-aged man kicked Zhan Feihong again and roared through gritted teeth.

Zhan Feihong endured the pain silently, raised his head, and said word for word: "I told you, your son was not killed by me!"

"You didn't kill him?!" The middle-aged man smiled blankly, "This is simply the most ridiculous joke I have ever heard!! Do you know how many people witnessed the moment you committed the murder?!"

He lowered his body and grabbed Zhan Feihong's shirt, and squeezed out the words through his teeth: "Fifty-three people, a total of fifty-three people! One of them got it wrong, two of them got it wrong. Could it be that there are fifty-three people?"

Are your eyes completely blind?!"

When Zhan Feihong heard the other party's question, he didn't show any panic at all. He still looked intently at the other party's eyes, his eyes full of determination.

"What if I say that they really saw it wrong?"

The middle-aged man and the young man looked at each other for a long time, then he pinched the young man's chin and said, "Okay, I will give you a chance. If you dare to lie to me, I will rip off your chin and tell you not to talk nonsense again."

!!”

Looking at the opponent's thick palms, the red light in Zhan Feihong's eyes became brighter and brighter. He turned his gaze to the young man in black standing next to the middle-aged man and said coldly: "Listen up, whoever killed your son

murderer--"

it's him!!

The middle-aged man frowned deeply. He turned his head following Zhan Feihong's gaze, and what he stared at was the Second Young Master Nangong who he had lowered his body to invite.

A muffled sound of "Gahba" came from Zhan Feihong's chin. Lin Yuanhai laughed angrily and roared with a trembling hoarse voice: "You little bastard, you are impatient with life!!!"

But at the moment a red light lit up in his palm, Nangong Bin's voice floated into his ears.

"slow."

Accompanied by these words, there were two invisible forces that forcibly slapped aside the palms they held on the young man's chin.

"Master, why are you——?!" Lin Yuanhai looked at Nangong Bin crazily, his face full of confusion.

"Let him continue."

Although Nangong Bin's tone was light, the feeling was irresistible.

Zhan Feihong reached out and touched his chin, his eyes met Nangong Bin's gaze without showing any signs of weakness, and he slightly raised the corners of his mouth, waiting for the other party to ask questions.

"I don't understand, why would you associate me with the murderer?" Sure enough, Nangong Bin's question came up.

Zhan Feihong pretended to be thoughtful and asked slowly: "It is rumored that the secret combat skills of the Nangong family are invisible, is that true?"

"If you speculate that I am the murderer based on this alone, the lie would be too much." Nangong Bin raised his chin slightly and said with half-squinted eyes.

"You're right." Zhan Feihong nodded, "Then, let me ask you -"

Is that blue thing on your right that turned into a blade shape planning to silence you at any time?

Even though Nangong Bin had been training for more than ten years to not express his emotions and anger with words, his pupils could not help but shrink into two small dots.

He really didn't expect that there would be a cultivator in this world who could see through his own unique secret skill.

And this person is actually still a child of fourteen or fifteen years old!

The originally calm mentality was suddenly shattered by the young man's words. He reluctantly took a deep breath and said softly: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"It doesn't matter whether you know it or not, but if you cut it off with this knife, countless people inside and outside the house will all know about it."
Chapter completed!