People were still killed on their own territory. If they were spread, how could the Qixianmen gain a foothold?

A few hundred years of foundation will probably decline this night!

He resisted the urge to pinch Changming's neck.

This man cannot die, he may have seen something.

Zhang Qin bit her cheeks and tried her best to control her emotions.

"What's your name?"

"Changming, work under Chef He."

"Go and bring Lao He." Zhang Qin ordered his disciples to continue interrogating him personally. "What did you see just now?"

Changming: "There is a child named Xiaoyun from the outside gate coming to deliver things to me. I heard a noise outside, but when I went out, I only saw things. I didn't see Xiaoyun. I heard the movement from afar, so I chased me out, and ended up here."

In Zhang Qin's opinion, the biggest doubt that an outer chef can face so many masters and monks is so calm and answer in an orderly manner.

Changming also understands it very well.

But it is difficult for him to pretend to be nervous and scared.

He needs time to sort out the causes and consequences of this matter.

The outer disciples and Chef He were brought here soon.

Everyone was stunned when they saw Liu Xiyu's body.

When Chef He saw Changming abing, he blurted out: "Why are you here!"

Zhang Qin: "Do you know him?"

Chef He hurriedly said: "Know it! He is my new helper. He helps on weekdays, works diligently, and has insight into cooking!"

Now, even if someone else has changed, he wants to leave his relationship aside, but he is still willing to speak for Changming.

The disciples in the sect have finished inquiring and come back to report.

"Master, I have asked them all, there is no servant named Xiaoyun in the outer sect!"

When Changming saw that among the people being questioned, there were a few outer disciples who bullied Xiaoyun that day, and pointed at the people and said, "That day, I saw Xiaoyun being bullied by them, so I knew this child."

Several people were immediately pulled over. When they heard the name Xiaoyun, they all showed an inexplicable look of confusion, saying that they had never seen a person named Xiaoyun.

"I asked, at the age you said, there are only two children in charge of the outer sect and a new disciple of the outer sect who are new to this year, but they don't have the word "Yun" in their names."

The disciple in charge of the questioning was very meticulous and brought all three of them over.

Seeing the appearance of the three of them, Changming had already understood completely.

He fell into a game.

Xiaoyun may have never existed, maybe it is an illusion that only he can see.

No matter what the situation is, when Yun appeared in front of him since childhood like a boy Yun Weisi, this situation was set for him.

Who set up this bureau and what is the purpose?

Some of the four disciples who had already rebelled from the sect turned against each other and some hated him to the core. It was impossible for them to do such a thing.

But in their eyes, he was already a dead person. How could others find this place?

Even if this game is set up, what benefits can you get?

Just to make him framed, he fell into a state of embarrassment at this moment?

"What else do you have to say!"

Zhang Qin looked angry and reached out to grab Changming's neck.

With this grab, the fingers were filled with a faint breath of thunder and fire, and before the person could arrive, the burning waves of air came to the face.

Although Zhang Qin may not be able to rank among the top 100 masters in the world, she is the leader of a sect after all, and her skills cannot be underestimated. However, this Fenglei Palm technique is better than everyone that Changming has seen since he re-entered the world!

In the blink of an eye, his fingertips burned a few red marks on his skin.

Changming could see the opponent's way clearly and understand the opponent's background, but now his body, which had no spiritual power, could not keep up with it, and could only watch Zhang Qin's hand for a moment.

Death is impossible, but it is inevitable that you will suffer from skin loss.

Changming frowned slightly. He had a way to avoid this attack, but it would reveal that he was good at controlling things, and he would not be able to wash it even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

Just at this moment, a soft satin came quietly.

Just like a beauty's tenderness, soft and weak, but tightly entangled Zhang Qin's hand.

The bell is accompanied by a pleasant female voice, from far to near.
Chapter completed!