Give you a spring

Nothing happened, and everyone in Wanbaotang was unscathed.

Pingwei gasped for breath, his usually extremely sober mind was confused and sluggish at this moment, He Zhou walked towards him with a heavy face and pulled him out of the teahouse.

The sun was shining outside, and it was even dazzling. A place was full of smoke, and pedestrians gathered in a panic, talking about the explosion that just happened.

where is it?

His thoughts were too chaotic, Ping Wei couldn't distinguish any sound, only sensitively caught two sentences——

"It seems that the house is newly built, is it for people from Linjing City to live in?"

"Is there anyone in there?"

"I don't know, I seem to have seen someone go in at noon..."

He staggered, and the strength of grabbing He Zhou's arm suddenly became weaker. He Zhou supported him and looked at him worriedly.

...The cargo records I saw at the gate of the city that day showed that a box of wood was being transported into Fengdu. At that time, Ping Wei asked if someone had built a new house. The other party said that You Buqing deliberately moved the An old house was renovated.

Since you hate him, why do you need to renovate the old house?

——It is to bury the gunpowder in it without anyone noticing.

Last night, he said he would give a gift to himself...

Ping Wei's eyes are about to split.

Liang Jingzhao!