The reputation of Weiyang Escort has long been ruined, and the people of the rivers and lakes sigh at most, and no one will pursue the cause of death of this once generation of heroes. Fu Hui is the leader of the Bai Dao, and even Yang Yifei’s righteous brother. His dissatisfaction with the father and son of the Yang family has long been in his heart. Now that Fu Wanqing’s whereabouts are unknown, the dissatisfaction is even more obvious, but he will still be in the rivers and lakes after all. In front of you."This whiplash, sword injury, and--"
"The owner, has found the whereabouts of Missy."
Fu Hui glared at the beaming disciple, and exclaimed angrily: "Presumptuous! Who made you yell here? Don't let me get out." After speaking, he turned to the Jianghu people, and said solemnly. ,"Yifei was poisoned, but the fatal thing is not the poison, but the sword wound."
"This sword wound is very familiar. It is exactly the same as the old master Zhong Tianzhong. It is a sword with a sleeve! The person who started it was a disciple of the Bishui Sect." someone shouted.
The cause of Zhong Tian's death has not been found out. The Zhong brothers don't care anymore, and the people of the rivers and lakes naturally slowly forgot. Only this time when I saw Yang Yifei's body, I was once again recalled. Fu Hui shook his head and said in a deep voice, "This is not a sleeve sword. I was almost deceived by the wicked at the beginning, and almost pushed all the blame on Bishui Sect."
Who else can forge such scars in the arena? Fu Hui glanced at Liu Zhi, only to feel that a heart had fallen into the ice cave.
"Who is the murderer?" Liu Zhishang greeted him at this moment. He bowed his head and glanced at Liu Wei, his eyes full of pain and resentment.
You can cause this kind of scars by clicking on the "one-line sky" of the Cang school.
Fu Hui shook his head and sighed, swallowing this sentence back. He pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Where did you find them?"
"Black Wood Forest."
Hearing these three words, Fu Hui stepped back abruptly, until he held the handle of the chair to stabilize his figure. Heimulin is the place where Mrs. Fu was ambushed and attacked many years ago. Today, the Yang family is also being murdered here. "The owner, in fact, we found a blood book on the body of President Yang."
"Come here!" Fu Hui shouted loudly.
The mottled blood on the white paper seemed to be flowing down, Fu Hui glanced hurriedly, and suddenly crumpled the paper into a ball, his face full of shock and panic.
"Brother Fu, what is written on it?" Liu Zhishang asked anxiously.
Fu Hui shook his head, and it took a long time to squeeze out three words: "Haze Island!"
"Could it be that the people of Yanxia Island did it? But the owner of Yanxia Island has passed away a long time ago. What's more, Brother Yang said that they are all son-in-laws of Yanxia Island. They shouldn't act on Brother Yang even if they have anyone." Liu Zhi said with a face. Don’t believe it, he stretched out his hand towards Fu Hui. As a result, the ball of paper asked again, “Could it be forged by others? Besides, when Zhong Tian died, he didn’t have this blood book on his body, nor did Zhong Tian and Yanxia Island hate him. Right?"
"No." Fu Hui paled and replied with a trembling voice, "There is the unique mark of Yanxia Island. Back then, Yi Fei and I married the daughter of the island owner of Yanxia Island. We swore in front of his old man that we will live forever. Doting on his wife and children, he will not empathize. But Yi Fei... Brother Liu, have you forgotten how Xie Huarong died! They are here to seek revenge, and Qiu Rong, Qiu Rong is in the dark Mu Lin was ambushed, and now Yi Fei was killed here, does it indicate something?" This is the most guilty thing in Fu Hui's heart, which made him forget his situation and made him gaffe in front of the people of the rivers and lakes.
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The Beauty's Blade
Historical FictionThat woman was a beautiful one. That sword was a good one. In jianghu, there were very many people that walked into Fu Wanqing's line of sight, yet there was only one person that had truly fallen into her heart. The Whitepath Alliance? The Head of t...