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"If they hadn't poisoned Mu Xing, Mu Xing's body wouldn't have become like that. Even if she hadn't killed him, Mu Xing would have left this world sooner or later due to physical loss. Couldn't she be the culprit!"

The old man stood up tremblingly on crutches, and walked behind Liang Feicheng step by step.

He didn't know what crime he had committed. His son almost ruined his future because of a woman. This man named his son, but his grandson, also did it for a woman...

"Feicheng, is what you did worth it? That woman never loved you, have you forgotten how she escaped in a car accident a year ago? Also, you think I don't know, because she ran away Lost a child?"

The old man's voice came from behind, passed through the gap in the air, and pierced Liang Feicheng's body like spikes.

Some things had been like a poisonous thorn in his heart since very early on, and he didn't think about pulling it out. As a result, abscesses grew and festered in that place.

His footsteps stopped for a moment, no one saw him clenched the hand hanging by his side, and then continued to walk out.

Liang Feicheng came out of the side courtyard and saw the back of Qiao Nan who was called by Butler Feng to sweep the garden from a distance.

She walked slowly, her steps were shuffling, and she could tell that she was inconvenient to move. The other servants in Liang's mansion had all witnessed her "killing" Liang Muxing with their own eyes.

The two identities of a murderer and a mental patient were added to her, and it was too late for others to avoid her, and no one was willing to step forward to help her.

A few dead leaves were pressed by a wooden barrel full of water. Qiao Nan walked over to move the wooden barrel away. Because the wooden barrel was too heavy, she staggered and almost fell into the barrel, but she avoided it. Inevitably fell into the bushes.

Liang Feicheng strode over, and wherever he passed, the servants lowered their heads and shouted: "Third Young Master."

Hearing this voice, Qiao Nan turned his head subconsciously. Liang Feicheng had already walked in front of her, and immediately hugged her up. He glanced at Butler Feng's face, and said coldly, "Isn't there a special person responsible for cleaning the garden?"

Steward Feng's face changed slightly. He didn't dare to say that this was the old man's order, so he just lowered his head and said, "Yes, third young master."

Even if he didn't say it, Liang Feicheng knew who gave it.

He said in a deep voice: "Who is the head of the Liang family now, I believe Steward Feng doesn't need me to explain, right?"

"Yes, Third Young Master, I will never let Qiao Nan do these jobs again." Steward Feng lowered his head even further.

And the other servants who were watching on the side also lowered their heads.

There are long-term workers of the Liang mansion here, and some who have just been here for less than half a year, but no one has ever seen Liang Feicheng get so angry.

Rao could not see the slightest bit of anger on the man's face, he was still the elegant and calm third young master of the Liang family, but he spoke in a low voice, every word was full of deterrent force, obviously angry.

They lowered their heads, only to see Liang Feicheng striding past them, still holding Qiao Nan in his arms.

Walking all the way to the door of the utility room, Liang Feicheng kicked the door open, walked in, and put her on the bed.

Picking off a shrub leaf stuck to her hair, Qiao Nan dodged subconsciously.

Liang Feicheng paused for holding Ye Zi's hand, his eyes darkened, but he didn't say a word.

He just looked down at her, and she was full of resistance.

He stretched out his hand again, and she didn't dodge any more, with a dull expression on her face, as if she was looking down on death.

Let him take whatever he wants, but her tight jaw line is full of resistance. If her grandma was not in his hands, Liang Feicheng thought, she would probably bite his hand and never let go until the blood bleeds.

And Liang Feicheng's hand just brushed her right ear, and his fingertips stuck to her earlobe.

Qiao Nan couldn't hear in his right ear, so he didn't hear the restrained friction of his joints. He withdrew his hand for a moment and stood by the bed with cold and indifferent eyes.

"You can go to school tomorrow if you want."

After leaving these words, Liang Feicheng left the utility room, returned to the master bedroom on the third floor, changed his clothes and went out.

He and Li Dongbai made an appointment to meet at the shooting range. As soon as they entered the shooting range, Liang Feicheng put on his equipment and stood in the shooting position skillfully.

Liang Feicheng's marksmanship is very accurate, in a word, he can penetrate Yang with a hundred steps.

The sound of guns and guns was endless. When Li Dongbai came, several magazines were already empty beside Liang Feicheng, so he asked the staff on the side: "How long has he been here?"

"More than half an hour." The staff replied.

Li Dongbai took a deep breath, knocking out so many bullets in half an hour?
He quickly strode over and covered his ears, and sure enough, he saw blood blisters on Liang Feicheng's tiger's mouth!
Waiting for Liang Feicheng to change bullets, he pressed his wrist, "If you hit again, your hand will be useless."

As a good brother for more than 20 years, Li Dongbai can naturally see that Liang Feicheng's mood is extremely bad. Although he can't see anything on the surface, he has always been like this, showing his emotions and anger, but only when it concerns that person. There will be emotions.

No, in the past few years, Liang Feicheng has no joy, anger, sorrow or joy.

He forcibly pulled Liang Feicheng aside to rest, handed him a bottle of water, and then filled most of the bottle himself.

Liang Feicheng gave him a cold look, "I'm half an hour late."

After Li Dongbai drank the water, he explained: "I just came from the criminal police brigade."

"What are you going to do?" Liang Feicheng stopped twisting the bottle cap and looked sideways at him.

The expression on Li Dongbai's face was more solemn than when he found out that Bai Ya died in a car accident last night.

He said in a hoarse voice, "The car where Bai Ya got into an accident was tampered with. It might be a murder."

……

In a distant country, a medieval-style manor reveals a sense of mystery in the twilight.

After a while, a light rain began to fall, which damaged the roses that were in full bloom on the side of the road, and the scattered petals were trampled by passers-by and crushed in the dust.

At this moment, there was a figure walking through the castle in the manor, knocking on the heavy door after a while.

"Sir, someone has breached our firewall."

The man behind the screen seemed to be coughing, listening to the voice, he was young, and said in a low voice: "Did you do something?"

"Check the hypnotist of the S organization 30 years ago."

The man pondered for a moment, "Oh, it's Liang Muxing. How many people in this world do you think can break through our firewall?"

The man in black said: "This subordinate guesses that it is Liang Feicheng, but there is another person, but this subordinate has not seen the strength of Hades with his own eyes, so he dare not jump to conclusions."

The man stood in front of the rose window, his side face was almost morbidly fair, and he held a photo in his hand.

The woman in the photo is as beautiful as a human elf.

He pressed the photo on the table, and the topic jumped quickly, "Is her name now Qiao Nan?"

"Yes, sir."

The man smiled lightly, his distant gaze through the rain curtain, and said meaningfully: "Really, it's been a long time. My little Qiangwei, it's been 16 years..."