"Only Jiumei Luolan and Long Jue can use that kind of swordsmanship in the world. It can't be Luo Lan! Long Jue is also dead! Then who killed Feng!" Yan Lingxi's mind is full of puzzles and doubts. If according to this
Zhichun's words have no explanation at all.
Xia Zhichun said with a stern face: "I know this is very strange, even I can't believe it. But now I want to go and see Lan Lan. I'm afraid Lan Lan is the one who cares most about those scars now." After saying this, Zhichun walked back to the front.
That room.
It's still so quiet here.
Jiumei Luolan's expression was not only sad and distressed, but also filled with fear.
"Lanlan..." She knew that Lanlan was in pain and entangled now, and those scars brought them too many doubts.
Approaching Jiumei Luolan, Zhichun put his hands on Lanlan's shoulders. "Lanlan, listen to me, that scar must be a coincidence. A coincidence."
Shaking her head, Jiumei's blue eyes seemed to be staring at Xiu Shengfeng without focus. "Zhichun, tell me, have I committed too many sins? Is God punishing me? But... why doesn't God open his eyes?
Open your eyes and see, if it wants to punish me, why should the wind be punished?" The voice almost turned into a roar, filled with grief and resentment!
"Lanlan. The deceased is gone. Don't be sad anymore, okay? Do you know that you have never shed so many tears? How can I rest assured when you look like this?" Zhichun looked at Lanlan distressedly.
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Slowly raising her head, Jiumei Luolan was finally willing to look at others. She looked at Zhichun and spoke softly. "Zhichun, do you believe that an unjust soul seeks his life?" Her hand slowly touched Shangxiu Shengfeng's chest.
The scars on her body. The wronged soul demanded her life! Was it Long Jue’s soul who came to demand her life? Long Jue took revenge on Feng, asking her to experience the greatest pain in the world!
Xia Zhichun suddenly felt a chill running down his spine and couldn't help but shiver. He let go of Luo Lan's shoulders with both hands. "No, there won't be such a thing Lan Lan. Long Jue has been dead for a long time. Lan Lan, what's wrong with you! You
I have never believed in these things before!! Moreover, if we talk about committing evil, the evil he committed by Long Jue is enough to reach the eighteenth level of hell! His death was not unjust!!"
Jiumei Luolan lowered her head again and looked at Xiu Shengfeng.
"I think it's better to cremate Feng's body quickly. If you keep it like this, there will be body spots in a few days." Yan Lingxi also walked into the house.
Zhichun frowned. "Do Xiu Shengfeng's parents know about it? Have they set a time for the cremation?"
Shaking his head. "Actually, Feng is just like you. He has no parents and is an orphan."
"What? Orphan, isn't Xiu Shengfeng the young master of Xiu's company? How could he be an orphan?" Zhichun rubbed his ears and made sure that he heard correctly.
"Feng is not the young master of Xiu's Enterprise. He is the master of Xiu's Enterprise. But externally, everyone thinks that Feng is the young master of Xiu's Enterprise."
After listening to Yan Lingxi's words, Zhichun was shocked. Xiu Shengfeng was really an orphan, and he had created such a big company by himself, and was able to hide his identity from the outside world. What kind of brain could do this?
!!Why should God be jealous of this talented person!!
"Then Feng's funeral affairs are all taken care of by you?"
Yan Lingxi nodded. "Well, when dawn comes, we will secretly burn the wind and then announce the death to the public at a scheduled time."
"No, don't be cremated," Jiumei Luolan said leisurely.