Of course Pan Zhuqing is no exception: "I don't sympathize with him, he really deserves to die. But don't forget, the real murderer is still roaming in the dark. Now we are indirectly adding a golden bell to the murderer. I'm afraid they will only
It will become even more rampant. It's just the people named Qian who forced me to take dangerous measures. It's really stupid and hateful."
Xue Jiu nodded after hearing this, and felt that his worries were quite reasonable. "That's right...then should we continue to investigate this case?"
Pan Zhuqing said categorically: "Investigate, of course we will investigate. We must find out the real culprit."
Xue Jiu thought for a while and then asked: "Could it be that boy Zhao Changyuan who did it?"
"No." Pan Zhuqing answered simply, then lowered his head and stared at the chess game.
"Isn't he controlled by people from the Ming Cult?" Xue Jiu was very puzzled by Pan Zhuqing's reaction. Zhao Changyuan was clearly present at the scene, but Pan Zhuqing didn't seem to doubt him much.
Pan Zhuqing picked up a sunspot and rubbed it in his hand: "Those people from the Ming Cult hate Zhao Xiong so much. If they really instructed him to do this, they would never go to the trouble of destroying his body and eradicating his traces. On the contrary, everyone knows that he will do it.
Let him have no way out. That's why I didn't bother to investigate him."
"Then why don't we just blame it on him?" Xue Jiu blurted out, but regretted it after saying it. If he could do this, Pan Zhuqing would wait until now? Isn't it because that precious Pan Jingyuan protects him with his life? "Oh, he belongs to
I'm so confused."
Pan Zhuqing didn't pay attention to the stupid words he said. Instead, he raised his head, blinked his cunning eyes and said to him: "In this way, you can secretly help me investigate a person." After saying that, he folded the branch in front of him and dropped it on the ground.
Wrote a word.
Xue Jiu was shocked: "Master, do you doubt him?"
Pan Zhuqing threw down the branch and said calmly: "The existence of this guy has always made me feel a little strange. As for where the strange thing is, I have no idea for the time being. You can check it secretly first, but remember, don't alert the enemy."
"Yes!" Xue Jiu responded, but then he complained in frustration: "Oh, I thought the situation was getting better and better for us. After hearing what the young master said, Xue Jiu was a little confused again."
Pan Zhuqing saw that he was so out of control, and couldn't help but laugh: "You don't have to be so depressed, the situation is indeed getting more and more favorable to us. Aren't all the people who should come here coming?" After saying that, he dropped the black piece in his hand. "
Chess is dead, but people are alive."
At breakfast the next day, Mrs. Liu gave Gong Yueyue the note sent by Zhao Changyuan.
It was a small piece of paper with a row of black characters, but the little girl instantly jumped for joy: "These are my husband's words? Are these really my husband's words? My husband has come back? Where is my husband?"
Mrs. Liu quickly and helplessly pulled back Gong Yueyue who was about to rush out the door: "Girl, girl... eh, eh, girl, don't be so excited. I heard my mother say that Zhao'er has never come back. You can have your breakfast in peace."
But Gong Yueyue was not willing to give up: "Then this is..."
"This was given to your father by a beggar on his way to the military camp yesterday."
After hearing what her mother-in-law said, Gong Yueyue was even more puzzled: "A beggar? Did my husband-in-law join a beggar gang? Become a beggar?" She made a bold promise yesterday that even if he becomes a woodcutter or a fisherman in the future, she will
She was willing, but being a beggar... was really beyond her expectation and challenged her fragile nerves.
Mrs. Liu was dumbfounded and pushed her, and said angrily: "Girl, you are talking nonsense. If he is a beggar, what is in your belly? Little beggar? He may have something important to worry about, so he asked someone to help him." Your father brought the letter to report that he was safe. As for the beggar, your father said he was probably trying to deceive others."
"Oh, that's right." Gong Yueyue raised her eyebrows, feeling that her idea just now was indeed ridiculous and ridiculous, and it wasn't like filming Legend of the Condor Heroes...
Putting aside these wild thoughts, she spread out the note in her hand and recited silently: "Ann, don't miss your parents, you must cherish them... An, don't miss your parents, you must cherish them... Don't miss your parents, you must cherish them... No more... ..." After reciting it silently over and over again, she turned the note over and over again, trying to find every word or sentence in it, even if a punctuation mark was about her Gong Yueyue... But the result made her very disappointed. "Mom, isn't it? Is there anything else that Dad forgot to give you?"
Mrs. Liu didn't see the disappointment on her face. While eating her porridge, she shrugged and said, "No, just this note."
"Really? But Xiaomei really didn't see it..." Not only Xiaomei thought so, but even Fu Yun also found that Gong Yueyue was indeed a little depressed.
Gong Yueyue said nothing more, and walked forward slowly, minding her own business. Along the way, she used her hands to push aside the branches and leaves in front of her, as if trying to relieve the depressed mood in her heart. But it was like the endless path on both sides of the path. Like a dead branch, her mood showed no sign of improvement. She was very happy that he was alive. He knew that keeping the family safe proved that he had not completely lost his character, and she was even happier. But... there seemed to be a shadow of sadness in her heart. It cannot be ignored no matter what.
Finally, she stopped, looked down at her round belly, and asked in a resentful tone: "Tell me, my sect guild doesn't want me anymore?"
Fu Yun shook his head helplessly and said nothing. Xiaomei retorted excitedly: "Miss, what are you talking nonsense about?"
"Then why did he want to kill me as soon as I woke up? Finally got some news, but didn't say a word to me?" At this point, she slowly turned around and faced Xiaomei and Fu Yun.
Xiaomei held her little arm and comforted her softly: "Miss, stop thinking so much, my uncle likes you so much. Even if he doesn't want everyone else, he won't want you."
What Zhao Changyuan told Tian Hai and his wife before leaving for the desert still makes these two people sigh. Xiaomei often brings out Zhao Changyuan to vent his anger on Tian Hai: "People say that things are like their masters, how can you not even give one-tenth of your young master?" Not as good as anything?" However, Tian Hai is not a vegetarian, and will immediately move out and blast Gong Yueyue back: "My young mistress has only been here for a few days, and she has given birth to two children for the young master. People say that things are like their masters, how come you don't have one now? No?"
But these are all ***. Even if Zhao Changyuan's performance at that time was so shocking, Gong Yueyue didn't know it. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was faced with Zhao Changyuan's ferocious gaze and cold butcher knife. Such stimulation was very important to her. For a woman like her who has experienced life and death, partings and choices, and will experience great pain in life, she cannot be ignored. "Really? Maybe." She pursed her lips, but her heart was still filled with sadness.
Fu Yun finally couldn't help but also tried to persuade her: "You, it's because the birth date is approaching, so you are worrying about gains and losses and thinking wildly."
"Am I really thinking too much? But I'm about to give birth, but he didn't even mention a word." As she spoke, she hit the branch next to her impatiently and angrily, but the branch bounced back lightly. He came back and slapped her on her red face.
Although she was not in pain or itching, her expression of dumbfounding made Xiaomei and Fu Yun burst into laughter in front of her. It seemed that every tree and plant had emotions.
Fu Yun finally stopped laughing, stroked the dust on Gong Yueyue's face, and said softly: "Don't think so much. In one month, you will have two more relatives. They are completely yours." Your people. You should happily wait to greet them instead of letting yourself get stuck in a situation that you have absolutely no control over."
Gong Yueyue also vaguely realized that her state at this moment seemed a bit pretentious. The birth was imminent, and her husband had reported that the family was safe. What did her own little dissatisfaction mean? "I used to comfort you, but now I need your comfort." Me. How could I become so useless, so useless! I almost lost myself."
"Because you care too much about him. If you let him occupy all the positions in your heart step by step, naturally there will be no place for you to stand." Fu Yun enlightened her while smiling bitterly to himself in his heart. He was just a bystander. In her own emotional world, she is still an out-and-out weakling. "But fortunately, you already have a place. All the positions in his heart are yours. Believe me, how do you care about him now?" , that’s how he cares about you.”
Just like what Gong Yueyue said about Zhao Xiong, there are some things that cannot be tolerated after all. She is puzzled by the fact that Zhao Changyuan has been silent and ignored for so long, and she cannot swallow it no matter what. After two rounds of walking, she returned to the room alone. The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. She picked up the pillow that Zhao Changyuan had slept on, put it upright on her lap, and slapped her from left to right...
"You stink! It's like this every time! In front of someone's face, you stick to them like super glue, but when you go out, you act like a wild horse, pretending that they don't exist at all!"
"He said that no matter what, you would always be there! I'm almost scared to death now! You stinky person didn't even say a word of comfort!"
"Oh, I'm so angry! Ahhh!"
During a burst of hysterical venting, a very slight tearing sound reached her ears. Looking closely, the threads were torn and the cotton wool was exposed in the place where she had been repeatedly ravaged by her slaps... Her distressed eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose were all tangled together: "Hey Ah...I'm sorry, Mr. Hu, why did I break your head..."
The Desert Ming Cult has a long origin. Whether it is the martial arts system, equipment, finance, or personnel structure, it can be said to be quite mature. The pagoda of the Ming Cult is also like the personnel structure of the entire Ming Cult. The most noble leader lives on the top floor, followed by the great protector at the bottom. The high priest, the altar leader, the preacher, etc., etc... Ordinary believers do not live in the pagoda. Instead, they live in scattered houses around the pagoda.
Those who are even more humble than ordinary believers are the captives like Zhao Changyuan who have been bewitched and have no freedom at all. However, these people are arranged to live in the pagoda. The reason is simple - it is convenient Management. Most of these people are deeply poisoned and have lost their character. It's okay to appear silent on weekdays. Once they get angry and get poisoned, they will kill the evildoers. The high-level officials of Mingjiao imprison these people mostly because They betrayed our religion, so they used poison to drive them to continue working for our religion, but they did not want to see these people killing innocent people indiscriminately and becoming a scourge for the residents in this area. (To be continued)