The tyrant family read my heart and doted on me.

To be more precise, he and his eldest brother were the benefactors.

Back then, he and his eldest brother were injured on official duties and were still in the wilderness. If they had not met and been saved by a benefactor, they would have died.

The benefactor was a wealthy businessman from Western Chu. He hated Nan Yuanxiang again and blamed Nan Yuanxiang. He felt that Nan Yuanxiang had robbed him of this big business with the Western Regions.

If it weren't for Nan Yuanxiang, this big business would have been his, and so would the opportunity to make money.

He wanted to vent his anger on his benefactor.

It happened that his eldest brother, the city lord of Mucheng, suddenly died inexplicably, and a caravan of merchants from the Western Regions passed by the place where he died. They were about to trade goods with Nan Yuanxiang, so he took advantage of his eldest brother's death. Come to repay the favor.

Therefore, I hope these people in Dali Temple will definitely find the body of the eldest brother.

If you check carefully, you will definitely find it.

"No? Let's check again?" The Minister of Dali Temple didn't know what this man was thinking, he was just doing his job seriously.

"Yes, my lord."

The person who was accompanying the case went to investigate again.

But it was useless to check again, there was no body.

"Sir, I am sure not."

"I also saw it." Dali Temple Qing nodded clearly and looked at the people in Mucheng, "I guess you also saw it, there are no corpses."

"How could this be?"

"It shouldn't be like this!"

Several people shook their heads, unable to accept this result.

So was the brother of the city lord of Mucheng who was hiding in the crowd.

He clenched his fists, and there were faint veins on the back of his hands. He was unwilling to plan for so many days, but could not help his benefactor, and his eldest brother could not be buried as soon as possible.

Nan Yuanxiang said tiredly: "Mr. Dali Temple, please check carefully after you go back. Why do these people insist on saying that the body of the Lord of Mucheng is in my cargo? Why are they so sure that the death of the Lord of Mucheng is related to me? related."

"Yes, Miss Nan."

The Minister of Dali Temple really left with his people now and went back to investigate these two matters.

In addition to a few people from Mucheng who suddenly appeared, Lu Xixi was also invited to Dali Temple.

Lu Xixi and several people from Mucheng were imprisoned in the cell of Dali Temple.

Lu Xixi failed to help others harm Nan Yuanxiang, and even sent himself to prison. Next, he is likely to face various interrogations and may be tortured.

When Lu Xixi thought of this, her scalp became numb and she felt flustered.

He was most afraid of pain. He didn't want to be tortured or tried.

How to avoid this disaster?

Also, this cell is dirty, smelly, dark, damp, and there are rats running around, which makes people feel numb. He had never had such a hard life before, and he couldn't stand it for a day.

Lu Xixi paced back and forth in the cell anxiously, even imagining that the mysterious man in red could suddenly appear and rescue him.

He was helping the mysterious man in red. Something happened to him now, and the mysterious man in red couldn't ignore him.

Of course not.

The mysterious man in red came, but he changed into the clothes of a jailer, sneaked into the cell, and brought food to Lu Xixi only.

Lu Xixi happened to be hungry, so he ate as soon as the meal was brought to him, without even looking at the person who brought it to him.

As soon as he took a few mouthfuls, he felt a stomachache, could not speak, and his mouth was bleeding.

He was poisoned.

There was no one around the cell and no guards, so no one could save him.

He widened his eyes unwillingly and looked at the person who brought him food. He pointed at him with trembling hands and said, "You...you hurt me. You are, you are..."

He had only seen the mysterious man in red late at night. He had never seen the mysterious man in red clearly, but he vaguely remembered his general appearance. This man really looked like the mysterious man in red.

No, he is the mysterious man in red.

He came, but not to save him.

He came to silence him to prevent the matter from being exposed.

The moment Lu Xixi died, she suddenly felt very regretful. She regretted cooperating with the mysterious man in red and helping to carry away the three boxes of private salt. In the end, Nan Yuanxiang did not harm herself but harmed herself.

After Dong Buhan waited for Lu Xixi to die, he managed to turn Lu Xixi over, pretending that Lu Xixi was lying on the ground and sleeping, and then left angrily.

This time, his plan failed again.

Dong Buhan was very angry, with uncontrollable anger hidden in his heart.

After going out, he stood on the street for a long time, caught the cold in the night wind, sneezed several times in succession, and had a runny nose, so he had no choice but to go back.

As he walked, he thought, how to snatch Jiujiu away from Di Jiang's hands?

I heard that they were about to get married. If he didn't hurry up, it would be difficult for him to have a chance in the future.

The more Dong Buhan thought about it, the more anxious he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't suppress the possessiveness and pain in his heart.

Why is he in so much pain?

why?

He has lived for so many years and has never been in such pain.

Only after he found out that he fell in love with the little girl, he suffered such pain every now and then.

He was very uncomfortable, but he was trapped in it and refused to break free.

Dong Buhan felt that he had changed.

It became unknown to him.

"Haha." Dong Buhan laughed twice and suddenly knelt on the ground, pressing his hands on the ground and looking at the ground in frustration.

The blows of failure again and again, as well as the blow of the beloved becoming someone else's bride, all lingered in his heart, lingering, torturing him.

I don’t know how long I had been kneeling and how long I had been feeling uncomfortable, but Dong Buhan stood up.

His eyes were full of cruelty that refused to admit defeat, and he murmured: "I don't recognize it, I don't recognize such a result."

"I'm going to Buzhou Mountain to draw the sword, the rumored and terrifying Long Yuan Sword."

"That sword is a relic of the Xuanmen ancestor. It has the power to kill Buddhas and monsters. Ordinary people are completely unable to resist it, or even get close to it."

"And whoever possesses that sword can defeat an army of thousands by one person."

"If I get this sword, I will definitely kill Xichu, so I have to compromise and marry Feng Jiujiu to me."

"We can also destroy the Southern Kingdom, kill Di Jiang, and completely end Feng Jiujiu's hope."

"Hahaha."

only--

Dong Buhan smiled and suddenly stopped smiling. He asked himself uneasily, could his plan succeed this time?

He had failed too many times and suffered too many blows. He began to be timid, scared, uneasy, and even doubted whether he could do it or not.

"No, I can't doubt myself. I will definitely be able to pull out that sword, kill everyone I don't like, and then unify the world and marry Feng Jiujiu."

"I must believe in myself."

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After Jiujiu returned to the palace, he immediately went to see Emperor Zhaoning and told Emperor Zhaoning about helping the minister of Dali Temple get promoted.

But Emperor Zhaoning was a little reluctant.

Because a few years ago, the Minister of Dali Temple released a criminal who should not have been released.

From then on, Emperor Zhaoning issued a death order. The Minister of Dali Temple was not allowed to be promoted in this life. He had to stay in his position and make atonement for the previous things. Moreover, his salary was halved.

The Minister of Dali Temple has lived a very miserable life in recent years because of that incident.