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At this time, people in the martial arts world could not understand the intimate behavior between the two men, so they interjected disdainfully:

"With such a relationship between the two of you, is he credible as a witness for you? How can there be a mother in the world who persecutes her son? After all, it's just one-sided words of your Black Lotus Sect."

"Yes, yes, maybe these are just the excuses compiled by the Demon Cult to annex the Whitewater Palace, everyone, please don't be fooled by the villains!"

"That's right, I have long been displeased with two men who don't know each other clearly. How can you say that a man will be a good man and insist on marrying a man as a wife? You're so ridiculous!"

In the crowd, you talked to each other, and gradually began to criticize Jing Biguo and Liang Jin. Even Yao Xiaofeng said to Jing Biguo:

"Biguo, is what you said just now really all lies? If it is true, just admit it."

Jing Biguo was trembling with anger. He had never been humiliated in front of so many people. The smile on Liang Jin's face was still there, but this time it was a sneer. He said:

"It seems that the mother-in-law is dissatisfied with the bride price of the son-in-law. No problem, Shi Yuan, present the second bride price to the wife."

After hearing the words, everyone was ready to see another box of minced meat, but they saw the man in black named Shi Yuan leading an inconspicuous masked congregation from the crowd of the Black Lotus Sect.

The masked man walked across to Mrs. Qiushui, and slowly removed the turban and the black cloth covering his face, revealing mottled frosted temples and a weather-beaten face. He was a middle-aged man who had experienced a lot of weather.

That man should have been handsome when he was young, but now his face is covered with traces of wind and frost. He stared at Mrs. Qiushui with cloudy eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth, saluted like a disciple of Baishui Palace, and said:

"I have seen Mrs."

The younger disciples of Baishui Palace didn't know why, but when the older disciples saw the man's face, they felt as if they had been struck by lightning. Mrs. Qiushui also pointed at the middle-aged man with disbelief and said:

"You...you...how could it be you..."

The man bows again:

"Thank you Madam for your kindness, I haven't forgotten my subordinate yet."

As he spoke, he walked to the mahogany box beside him. He tore open his clothes to reveal the hideous scar on Yuexiong's mouth. He stared at the dying Zhao Laoliu in the box and said:

"Zhao Laoliu, do you still remember me?"

Zhao Laoliu reluctantly opened his eyes a crack, when he saw the face in front of him clearly, his eyes suddenly widened, his body twitched violently, staring as if something strangled his head and neck. Young man, Zhao Laoliu has killed many people in his life. He even enjoys killing people, and even remembers what those people looked like when they died.

But no one knows how much he is afraid of death. Zhao Laoliu, whose tongue has been pulled out, is trembling, and he is chanting a name:

Li Yueran...he really turned into a ghost and came looking for him...

Zhao Laoliu twitched violently, then suddenly calmed down, his face was thickly smeared with rouge, two funny circles of rouge were painted on his cheeks, his eyes were protruding and his pupils were dilated, his teeth were knocked out and his teeth were pulled out The tongue-tipped mouth opened wide, as if there was a black blood hole on the face.

Zhao Laoliu actually frightened himself to death.

Li Yueran looked down at the Zhao Laoliu who died in an extremely disgraceful manner in the box, and suddenly burst into a maniacal laughter:

"Zhao Laoliu, you also have today! You raped and killed my pregnant wife and forced me to betray Brother Liang's family, causing their husband and wife to die and trying to kill me! But God has eyes! Zhao Laoliu, I curse you!" Even if you get to Yincao Difu, you won't be able to stand up!"

Li Yueran was crying while laughing, every word he said was bloody, everyone who heard it felt disturbed, and no one would doubt that what the man kneeling in front of the mahogany box said was a lie.

Someone couldn't help but comment:

"Do you think that Zhao Laoliu's murder was also instigated by Jing Qiushui?"

"If that's the case, I think she might actually be able to murder her parents and children."

"No way, how could a mother have such a vicious heart?"

"Oh, you don't understand this, let me tell you, brother, the more beautiful this woman is, the more vicious her heart is..."

This time it was Mrs. Qiushui's turn to turn green and white. Some of these things were even secretly ordered by Zhao Laoliu without telling others in Baishui Palace. When everyone in Baishui Palace heard about these things, their pity for Zhao Laoliu turned to hatred. Unexpectedly, this person did so many evil things without telling them. When Li Yueran and his wife suddenly disappeared, Zhao Laoliu lied to them that Li Yueran defected with his wife, but it turned out that he himself killed Li Yueran's family .

Li Yueran's vengeance was avenged. He cried and laughed crazily for a while. Jing Biguo saw his gray temples and remembered the young and handsome Uncle Li. He couldn't bear it. "Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

"Young master! Stop now! Don't run away!"

"Master! Master! Stop!"

Those Baishui Palace disciples are not weak in martial arts, but the two legs of a man are no match for the four hooves of a horse. The young man on the horse whipped the whip harder, and the horse almost lost its direction and rushed towards the city gate. Everyone rushed over.

Liang Jin bent his lips and smiled, he said:

"Wonderful, the third bride price prepared by my son-in-law has also arrived!"

Jing Qiushui's face turned even paler. At this time, enthusiastic martial artists helped rein in the mad horse. The rider's riding skills didn't seem very good. The young man let out an exclamation, and barely turned over in the air, and when he landed, his body swayed a bit. He raised his head, revealing a face that was very similar to Mrs. Qiushui.

The young man was about 20 years old. He was startled by so many people around him. When he saw Mrs. Qiushui, he cried out uneasy:

"Mother."

Mrs. Qiushui's complexion was very ugly, she said:

"Yan'er, what are you doing here?"

The young man timidly looked around and said:

"Someone told me that Lanci was here, so I ran out."

Mrs. Qiushui said coldly:

"Come on."

Immediately, a disciple of Baishui Palace stepped forward to obey orders, and Jing Qiushui ordered:

"Take the young master back quickly."

Jing Yan was grabbed by the wrist and brought back, his round eyes were still glancing around.

At this moment, a woman's cry suddenly erupted in a carriage of the Black Lotus Sect:

"Woooooo... Yan Lang... Yan Lang... Woo Woo..."

When Jing Yan heard the sound, his darkened eyes suddenly glowed blue. He threw off the person who was grabbing him, and ignoring the Demon Sect's convoy, he yelled in surprise:

"Blue porcelain! Blue porcelain! You are indeed here, the man in black didn't lie to me!"

Lanci was still weeping and shouting:

"Yan Lang! Yan Lang!"

Jing Yan remembered circling the carriage and said:

"Blue porcelain! Why don't you come out to see me?"

Lanci cried bitterly:

"My body is dirty, how can I have the face to see you? Woooooo..."

Jing Yan was even more anxious, he casually grabbed a leader of the Black Lotus Sect and asked:

"What's going on? What the hell is going on here?"

At this time, three of the four bearers who had been carrying the sedan chair for Jing Qiushui suddenly began to tremble. They knelt down one after another, and kowtowed to Jing Qiushui:

"Madam, Madam, the villain didn't let the maid escape on purpose!"

"We have always followed Madam's orders, and she ran away before we started!"

"Madam, spare your life! Madam, spare your life!"

Jing Qiushui's face was already pale, and she kicked a kneeling man flying away, cursing angrily:

"It's full of useless scumbags!"

Everyone's faces changed drastically when they heard the words, and they couldn't figure out what else, this woman Jing Qiushui actually ordered the bearer to rape the maid in order to prevent her son from getting together with the maid.

Everyone felt contempt for Jing Qiushui, and at this moment, Jing Yan's heart-piercing cry suddenly came from the Black Lotus Sect's convoy:

"Blue Porcelain—"

I saw that the curtain of the carriage compartment where Lanci was hiding had been lifted by Jing Yan, and a beautiful woman was leaning on the compartment wall. There were two silver hairpins that were originally a pair, but one was still dotted on the side of the carriage. In Ruyun's hair bun, the upper half of one was held by the woman, while the lower half had already sunk into the woman's mouth.

"Lanci... don't die... Lanci..."

At this time, Lan Ci was already breathing slightly, she took a last nostalgic look at his Yan Lang, and finally closed her eyes with a slight smile.

"Blue Porcelain—"

Jing Yan held the body of his beloved woman in his arms and cried even more sadly than Li Yueran just now. He stroked Lan Ci's peaceful face with great reluctance, and suddenly took off the blue porcelain hair bun as if he had made up his mind. Another silver hairpin.

Jing Qiushui saw Jing Yan holding up the silver hairpin to Yuexiong's mouth, Jing Qiushui screamed sharply and rushed towards the carriage:

"Yan'er! No—"

But everything is over, Jing Yan has already sent the sharp silver hairpin into his young Yue Xiong's chest, he hugged his beloved woman tightly, but was pulled by Jing Qiushui, Jing Yan's hands had lost all strength , unable to hug Lanci's body, he could only watch as Lanci slipped from his arms, Jing Yan felt very hopeless, wouldn't even his dead mother not allow him to hug Lanci?

While exhaling, Jing Yan said in Mrs. Qiushui's arms:

"...Mom...I hate you..."

"No—Yan'er, wake up, Yan'er..."

Mrs. Qiushui doesn't have the noble and glamorous appearance just now, she seems to have aged ten years suddenly, she hugs Jing Yan's body tightly and is still trying to inject internal energy into her son's body to wake him up.

Jing Biguo looked at Mrs. Qiushui's futile appearance, and suddenly felt very pitiful. He felt that Mrs. Qiushui was pitiful, and he also felt pitiful. If his mother died, he would only feel relieved?

Liang Jin put his arms around Jing Biguo's shoulders, he looked coldly at Jing Qiushui who was hugging his dead son, and at Zhao Laoliu who was lying in a special mahogany coffin, he had waited too long for a day.

Liang Jin's appearance was originally sharp-edged, but now he showed such a cold gaze, everyone who saw him couldn't help shivering.

The author has something to say:

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Liang Jin: Biguo, I have been preparing for a long time to propose marriage!

Biguo: Do ​​those of yours count as bride price?

Author: Liang Jin is the leader of the Demon Cult after all, the so-called violence against lovers and enemies ==