Since Ye Wuhen appeared in Three Thousand Worlds, he has made countless enemies, not just Tang Feng.
Ye Wuhen's excellence is enough to arouse the jealousy of many people.
Perhaps, someone took advantage of the brotherhood between Tang Feng and Xu Shan to set up this situation.
He Jinnan thought this in his heart.
The disciples around him all looked at the unruly young man with strange expressions in their eyes.
This guy must be a suspect. The evidence from all directions is conclusive and points to her. He may be convicted of a murderer at any time and sent to endless hell.
What awaits her is very likely to be a disaster.
This guy is really good, without any embarrassment or worry. He has a handsome face, a spring breeze on his face, a warm smile, showing his white teeth, and the sparkling light is eye-catching.
This made the disciples of all races who were watching in Tuntian Square seriously doubt that she was not Lao Shizi's suspect. She was about to ascend the throne as king, or it was her wedding day.
What a slut!
Luo Cheng was extremely speechless.
How can there be such a arrogant man in the world?
It really gave him a headache.
Mr. Zhang and the guards of the Martial Arts Judgment Army all looked at each other, dumbfounded, and looked at the young man with dull expressions on their faces.
Those who didn’t know thought he had received some kind of reward or praise.
"Junior Ye Wuhen, I have met Mr. Zhang."
When he came to Mr. Zhang, he sang slowly and slowly to show respect. He closed the jade bone fan and inserted it into his girdle. Then he flicked the dust, flicked his sleeves, and bowed seriously.
She looks elegant and elegant, as handsome as the wind, but there is a kind of coquettishness derived from her bones. The artificial bowing ceremony cannot hide her romantic and dandy character at all.
Mr. Zhang and the young man stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently. He was quite old and had seen countless people, but this was the first time he had seen Ye Wuhen like this.
So fresh!
"Mr. Zhang..." Tang Feng reminded in a low voice.
Mr. Zhang came back to his senses, thought of the serious matter, and immediately put his hands behind his back, with a stern face, as cold as ice.
"Ye Wuhen, please put a ray of dark energy into the Devil's Weeping Stone."
After Mr. Zhang finished speaking, one of the guards immediately stepped forward intelligently, with the soles of his feet on the ground, and jumped into the air. The force of his feet generated wind, and he levitated upright in front of the Devil's Weeping Stone.
The guard uncorked the medicine bottle, turned his wrist slightly, tilted the mouth of the bottle, and saw that a wisp of evil energy in the bottle was completely swallowed up by the Devil's Weeping Stone.
"Young Master Ye, it's your turn." The guard turned back to look at Ye Wuhen.
Tang Feng looked at the strange Weeping Stone, and a cold smile spread on his lips.
As long as it is verified that the dark aura on Xu Shan's body is the evil aura on Ye Wuhen, it is a certainty that Ye Wuhen is a murderer.
Over the past few days, Ye Wuhen had caused him to destroy the token of ancestor Qinglian, and in front of him, he had pierced the body of the Nanshan clan leader with an arrow.
Not only that, but Nianxia's clan's formation materials incident caused him huge losses and lost all his money!
This time, he will throw Ye Wuhen into the abyss, and he will never recover!
Tang Feng's eyes were ferocious, his face was twisted, and he even felt a sense of comfort all over his body.
It's coming soon, Ye Wuhen will be in trouble soon.
In front of Tang Feng's field of vision, the young man heard the guard's words and was about to fly away. Suddenly, he stepped back and looked at Tang Feng with a smile: "Master Tang, open your dog eyes wide and let me see clearly.
Already."
Tang Feng's face was slightly stiff and as black as the bottom of a pot, but he quickly returned to normal.
When a person is about to die, he will forgive Ye Wuhen for his youth, ignorance and recklessness.
After all, he is the grand master of the Tang Sect, why should he argue with a dying boy?
Thinking of this, Tang Feng grinned and looked at Qingge with a sinister look, as if looking at a cold, lifeless corpse!
The young man's red clothes fluttered and flew up lightly. In the cold wind, he tiptoed to the ground, his body was as light as a swallow, and he leaped into the air, arriving in front of the Devil's Weeping Stone.
Under her feet were the strange images reflected by the Weeping Stone, the Forgotten River, the Naihe Bridge, the Afterlife Tree, and the careless girl.
Qingge couldn't help but look down at the girl. For some reason, her heart seemed to have been hollowed out, or as if it had been penetrated by a sharp needle.
The dull pain at that moment made her frown.
The girl lost her heart and looked very similar to her.
Her heart has long been lost.
Was it left in the collapsed Fengshan Mountain in the previous life, or in the heavy snow on the Four Star Dragon and Phoenix Mountain?
Without the support of Purple Moon Flower, wouldn't she be just like that girl, an empty black hole without a heart?
Qing Ge stagnated, and in the sight of thousands of people, his emotions became unpredictable.
In the eyes of most people, they just thought that the young man had a guilty conscience, which further confirmed Tang Feng's thoughts.
This young man is most likely the person who killed Xu Shan.
After all, she hesitated, she didn't dare to use her dark energy.
Seeing this, Tang Feng pulled his face and forced out a sinister smile.
He is more confident.
…
"What's going on?" Lu Chen frowned: "Dad, what's wrong with Uncle Ye?"
Why did it suddenly exude a heart-wrenching feeling of sadness?
At that moment, Lu Chen was thinking about what his Uncle Ye had gone through in the past to make him feel so sad.
She is like a dead tree growing in the wilderness, wandering in hopelessness, yet sonorous and fierce.
She is thorny, and she is covered with thorns.
Lu Wenshan's eyes were moist, "Your Uncle Ye..."
Beside, there were two people watching this scene.
Yin Liang Cha and Ye Wei.
One is the Chaoyang Princess of the Beiyue Dynasty, and the other is the Demon Princess from the depths of the abyss.
They know better than anyone else what kind of blood and tears the young man's past was, what kind of death and endless hardships he endured!
…
In front of the Devil's Crying Stone, Qingge floated motionless.
She still maintained that posture, looking down at the boy swinging in hell.
Once, twice, three times...
Swinging around.
She was wearing a black dress, revealing her shoulders and two pale arms. Her slender hands were grasping the red ropes on both sides of the swing.
Her legs hung down weakly.
Thin and long.
It's just that it's sickly pale and makes people afraid to approach it.
If you look closely, you will see that the snow-white skin and the left arm have several intertwined scars.
When Qingge looked again, following the girl's movements on the swing, she saw a painting in the girl's arms.
It's a black and white portrait.
Like someone's portrait.
Suddenly, the girl raised her head and looked at Qingge.
There is no trace of horror or panic.
Her face is bright and moving.
Her eyes were filled with drunkenness.
She bit her lips gently.
She wore smooth and smooth twin tails and a circle of black silk around her neck.
When she smiles, she shows innocence and innocence, and her eyes are like white moonlight, clean and free of impurities. "Sister, have you seen my heart?" She looked at Qingge blankly,