"Sue, you go and sue. I have the evidence here. Even if you jump into the Yellow River, you won't be able to get away with it. Come on, bring this thief back to me." As soon as Luo Xiansu gave the order, the two powerful dual cultivators left.

In front of him, he was about to suppress Luo Xiangyang.

However, Luo Xiangyang stretched out two palms and slapped the double cultivator hard on the chest.

"Ah..." The double cultivator was knocked out of the window by him.

Seeing this, Luo Xiansu came forward personally, and the two started fighting.

No distinction between top and bottom.

Feng Jinghua pursed her lips and said, "Do we have to watch them keep fighting?"

Duanmu Lin lowered his eyes and glanced at her, raised his hand gracefully, facing Luo Xiansu with his palm, and slapped Luo Xiangyang in the air.

"Pfft..." Blood spurted out from Luo Xiangyang's mouth.

They all thought it was caused by Luo Xiansu's palm.

Luo Xiangyang fell to the ground. Bai Yuanxiang wanted to walk over, but was held back by Luo Xiansu's people.

She cried: "Master, don't fight. The traitor may have planned everything for you to jump into the pit. Just don't fight. Go back with Master Luo first. I will ask Hua'er to do it early tomorrow morning."

Please ask your Majesty to investigate this matter thoroughly."

"Hua'er?" Duanmu Lin lowered his head and looked at the woman trapped by him: "Are you talking about you?"

"Eh! It seems so!" Feng Jinghua pretended to be confused, but in her heart she was secretly thinking about how much Bai Yuanxiang would ask her to do something for her.

He had sharp eyes, and with a casual glance, he saw a sly smile on her face.

He asked: "Priceless!"

"..." She raised her head and looked at him again.

He repeated again: "Just help him!"

"Send him to the cell!" a young voice suddenly sounded.

The two of them looked down at the little guy standing in front of them.

At this time, his backpack was so full that he couldn't close it. It contained all the things he had just "scraped" from the crowd.

Feng Jinghua smiled happily when she saw the full harvest.

Duanmu Lin couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth several times: "Does this guy have to be so short of money?"

"Do it yourself and have enough food and clothing. Well done to you, son. There's someone behind you who didn't steal!" Feng Jinghua cast a few glances at Duanmu Lin.

Feng Qianchen turned around, looked at Duanmu Lin and chuckled: "He's at the bottom!"

Duanmu Lin immediately raised his hand to touch his pocket, but to his surprise, it was empty...

Duanmu Lin's handsome face was twitching. He placed his slender fingers gently on Feng Qianchen's bag, picked up a bag of money and said, "Since you can see him, it means that he will return to his original state soon."

, If you don’t want to be discovered, then..."

With a "whoosh" sound, the cool breeze hit his face.

Before he finished speaking, Feng Jinghua picked up his son, slipped out of the crowd, and ran for his life.

Duanmu Lin's hand was still raised, and his eyes were still staring at the place where the little guy was standing just now.

An unreasonable woman.

At this time, Luo Xiangyang had been detained by Luo Xiansu's people.

If it weren't for the theft of the Purple Spirit Pill, Luo Xiansu had no time to worry about Feng Jinghua's case and Feng Qianchen's injury to his son. Otherwise, Feng Jinghua would have been arrested tonight.

The matter was settled, and before Duanmu Lin left, his eyes were deeply fixed on Luo Ninghan.

He remembered that Luo Ninghan had touched the wounds on the corpse.

Within two days, Luo Ninghan will be seriously poisoned.

In that case...

Duanmu Lin narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.

*

Feng Jinghua returned to her garden. The garden was still quiet and no unnecessary sounds could be heard.

It was pitch black all around and I couldn't see my fingers.
Chapter completed!