After dressing as a delicate beauty, I got married

Ye Changyuan glanced at Yunzuo before asking, "Are you referring to Mr. Mo from the west of the city?"

Liu Shuang nodded and said, "Of course it's Mr. Mo from the west of the city."

Ye Changyao didn't mention the fact that Mr. Mo was dead for the time being, but said: "Why does Mr. Mo want the life of Mr. Fang San?"

"Mr. Mo has never set foot in the land of fireworks, but he was brought by his father last year. At that time, he only asked the prostitute to accompany him to drink. He didn't even touch the prostitute, but he should like it very much. Is it a prostitute? Because he came several times later, and he appointed that prostitute to accompany him. The guests wanted to taste what it was like to be a prostitute who lured Mr. Mo into the place of fireworks, and among these pleasure-seekers was Mr. Fang San, who tortured the prostitute until he lost his shape, and finally..." Liu Shuang said Calling her a prostitute, there was no expression on her face, but her voice trembled, "In the end, that prostitute committed suicide by throwing herself into a well. After getting the news of her death, Mr. Mo came to pack up her belongings. After that, I never I have met Mr. Mo. I have a benefactor who is a good friend of Mr. Mo. Once, he told me that Mr. Mo wanted to marry a prostitute and go home. After receiving the family law, he knelt in the ancestral hall at home for three days At night, he forced Mr. Mo to agree to let the prostitute enter the house as a side room. However, Mr. Mo is not yet married. He was killed by Mr. Fang San again, so I think Mr. Mo has a motive for killing."

She couldn't remember the name of the prostitute until the last word was written, but she envied that the prostitute was once loved sincerely, and she was like a duckweed. When she first heard that someone was going to redeem her, she Excited but inferior, however, it turns out that the vow of eternal love is just a lie that the other party conjured up on the spur of the moment.

She suddenly felt that her life was nothing but a complete farce, before her emotions calmed down, she heard Ye Changyao say: "Mr. Mo has passed away."

"Mr. Mo has passed away..." She repeated it in a daze, and then said, "Did you die for love?"

Ye Changyao shook his head and said, "It's not that he died for love, Mr. Mo should have been murdered."

Liu Shuang immediately asked: "Who is the murderer?"

Ye Changyao asked without answering, "Who do you think the murderer is?"

Liu Shuang thought for a while: "I can't guess who the murderer would be. Mr. Mo is kind-hearted. I have never heard of him making enemies with anyone."

She was already injured, and when it came to this, she couldn't bear it any longer, and her eyes seemed to be extremely heavy.

Due to the difficulty of breathing, Liushuang has had difficulty speaking since just now. Seeing this, Ye Changyao said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Miss Liushuang, for making you say so many things."

Liu Shuang closed her eyes halfway, and said with a smile, "It's a gift in return for those two meat buns and a bottle of pills."

Ye Changyao squatted down, and said to Liushuang, "You should rest well, and when the truth comes out, you can go out from this place."

"Go out?" Liu Shuang asked in confusion, "If I go out, I will be ruined by guests who don't know where they come from... No, I am no longer innocent, so I can't be considered ruined."

Ye Changyao couldn't help holding Liu Shuang's hands tightly, and encouraged him: "If you live, there is hope. Are you willing to die here because of that third son?"

"Naturally not reconciled." Liu Shuang opened her eyes and said with a smile, "Thank you for your explanation, my lord. I was confused."

Ye Changyao withdrew his hand and said, "I offended you, I hope you will forgive me."

Liu Shuang said indifferently: "I am a prostitute, you don't have to mind."

Ye Changyao said solemnly: "I can't help it. I shouldn't hold your hand without your permission, whether a man or a woman kisses each other."

Yun Zuo stood aside, suddenly feeling unwell in his heart.

He caressed his heart and thought: Am I going to die soon?

After his death last time, he changed from Yun Sanlang to Yun Zuo. After this time, after his death, will he become someone else again, or will he go to the underworld?

He sighed secretly, calmed his mind, and said to Liu Shuang: "Miss Liu Shuang, take care of yourself."

Afterwards, he pulled Ye Changyao's hand subconsciously, and said in a low voice, "Let's leave now."

Unexpectedly, before they left, Ranxia was escorted by the yamen servants.

Ranxia seemed to be in good condition and had not received any punishment.

Ye Changyao shook Yun Zuo's left hand and quickly said a formula. In the blink of an eye, they were out of the cell.

The cold dew has passed, and the night wind in late autumn is slightly biting.

Yunzuo suddenly thought of Lin Hanlu, and then Yu Yang.

His hair was tied up, and his waist-length black hair was blown into the air by the night wind, and the overlong sideburns slapped his cheeks carelessly.

He turned his head sideways, intending to comb his temple hair with his fingers, but suddenly found that his left hand was held by Ye Changyao.

He immediately remembered the situation when Ye Changyao was holding Liushuang's hands just now, and felt sick to his heart again.

He pulled his hand out of Ye Changyao's palm, making Ye Changyao think that he had offended him, so he hurriedly said, "I'm sorry."

"A man and a woman don't kiss each other, don't men and a man kiss each other?" He pursed his lips and teased, and then said, "I didn't blame you, let's go to Yizhuang to have a look, where is Mr. Mo's body? "

The two then went to Yizhuang, which was located outside the city, and they climbed over the city wall neatly.

When the toes touched the ground, Yun Zuo paused slightly.

Ye Changyao originally thought that Yun Zuo should be fine for the time being based on the inner breath he spent today, but judging from Yun Zuo's movements, it was still too tiring for Yun Zuo to run around.

He gathered his inner breath in his palm, and was about to transfer some more inner breath to Yun Zuo, but Yun Zuo dodged it.

Yunzuo stared at Ye Changyao and said, "I'm fine, let's go quickly."

The two of them moved extremely fast, and they arrived at the gate of Yizhuang when they were young.

There was a guard at the gate of the Yizhuang who was dozing off. The two entered the Yizhuang quietly, searched the Yizhuang, but did not find Mr. Mo's body, but the body of the third Mr. Fang was still there.

Third Young Master Fang's body was still missing his limbs and a part of his genitals, and the corpse spots were densely packed, which seemed much weirder than what he saw this morning.

After one mile out of Yizhuang, Yun Zuo said: "Since Mr. Mo's body is not in Yizhuang, eight out of nine out of ten the cause of death has been thoroughly ascertained, and the Mo family will take it back."

The two had found out where the Mo family was during the day, and after returning to the city, they went to the Mo family.

There was the sound of chanting scriptures from Mo's family far away, it should be that a monk is saving Young Master Mo.

They went up to the roof of Demo's house and took out another black tile. The two of them really saw many monks. White candles and incense sticks were burning in the mourning hall, and the smoke was lingering.

Yun Zuo flicked his fingers, and the smoke became thicker immediately. Ye Changyao took this opportunity to enter the mourning hall, quickly opened the coffin lid, and inspected the body.

When Ye Changyao returned to his side, Yun Zuo restored the smoke to its original state, and the whole process took only a moment.

The two flew down from Daiwa, and landed outside the wall of Mo's house.

Yun Zuo staggered carelessly, and held onto the wall with both hands in time to stand still. The brocade was growing on the wall, and the brocade was covered with a layer of dew.

He felt a chill in the palm of his hand before he realized the burning heat in his waist.

"Thank you." He swept Ye Changyao's hand covering his waist, and asked, "Then how did Mr. Mo die?"

Ye Changyao knew in his heart that he should withdraw his hand, and his actions were no different from that of a disciple, but his hand seemed to have developed self-awareness, and he did not want to leave Yunzuo's waist.

There was no trace of annoyance on Yunzuo's face, if it wasn't for Yunzuo's glance just now, he would have thought that Yunzuo hadn't noticed.

After a lot of effort, he took back his right hand before answering: "Mr. Mo's limbs and genitals are intact, but he was stabbed to death, not died of illness."

Yun Zuo pondered and said, "I don't know if the death of Young Master Mo is related to the death of Third Young Master Fang?"

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Brocade: Creeper