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Blood splattered all over his face.

He watched Xue Zhengyong fall in front of him, his brain numbing slightly - he didn't want to kill him originally - it was because he was so impatient that he wanted to rush forward and take action... he was looking for death. The ink burned for a while, then he raised his blood-stained eyes and looked at the stunned and sad Mrs. Wang. He licked the corners of his mouth, stepped over his uncle's body, and walked towards his aunt.

Xue Zhengyong hadn't breathed his last yet, so he tightly grasped the hem of his clothes and refused to let go.

This half-old man seemed very angry, and it seemed that his sadness and heartache were greater than his anger.

At that time, Mo Ran's mind was going crazy. What did his uncle's eyes mean, and what were the tears in his eyes for? He didn't understand, and he didn't want to understand.

Mo Ran heard Xue Zhengyong say: "Don't...don't harm..."

"She saw it. So she wanted to die." Mo Ran was very kind and calm, "However, Xue Meng is not here, so... seeing that you have raised me for so many years, I have the right to keep his life."

What does Mrs. Wang's struggle mean in Mo Ran's eyes?

What's more, she was unable to struggle at all. She just cried. Like her husband, she called him: "Beast...", but the knife penetrated and blood flowed out. Her consciousness gradually faded. She looked at him, and finally Then he murmured: "Ran'er, why are you..."

Mo Ran's hand was actually shaking and trembling at that time, but he finally pulled it out. He looked down at his palm, which was moist, and the scarlet dagger was clutched in his palm, which was greasy and smelly.

hot.

But it will get cold soon.

Just like his so-called home, his so-called relatives.

He was uneasy from the beginning because he knew that it was actually Xue Meng, Xue Zhengyong or Mrs. Wang.

They are not his relatives at all.

Their biological nephew had already died in his hands.

"absurd!"

A loud roar interrupted Mo Ran's memories.

Mo Ran raised his head almost blankly and patrolled the hall before finally landing on Xue Zhengyong.

It was Xue Zhengyong who was speaking.

"The child I raised, I know very well how he could bully an innocent girl. Don't spit on anyone with your blood!!"

"..."

The ink burned in confusion, and suddenly felt that my heart was filled with some kind of sourness.

His eyelashes fluttered and he closed his eyes.

It’s different.

In two lifetimes...many things have changed.

The old artist was so frightened that he rolled down from his seat and kowtowed on the ground repeatedly: "No, no, I didn't lie. Please calm down, Immortal Lord, I just... I just... I really..." He was just a pitiful person. The craftsmen had never seen such a scene. They were criticized by the leader of the faction, and their faces turned pale with fear. In the end, they couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Xue Zhengyong shouted, like a vicious beast ready to attack: "Get out."

"..."

"roll!"

The old artist immediately stood up and wanted to roll away, but the people from Tianyin Pavilion stopped him. Unable to move forward or retreat, he fell to the ground, shaking like chaff, and muttered: "Oh my God, what is going on... …”

Mu Yanli said: "Master Xue, please don't get angry out of shame, and don't be afraid, old gentleman. What Tianyin Pavilion wants is for the world's grievances to be redressed, and it will never frame up or harm innocent people."

She paused and helped the old artist up.

"Sir, please finish."

"I have nothing to say..." The old man was really frightened and said no more. "Please, all the immortals, great monks and heroes, please let me go. I really can't do anything anymore." What can I say? I have a bad memory. I have a bad memory."

In this stalemate, Mo Ran, who had been silent, suddenly looked at Xue Zhengyong and kowtowed.

The meaning of this action is self-evident. Xue Zhengyong and Xue Meng suddenly said a word, and even a word was blocked and they were unable to speak. Mrs. Wang murmured in disbelief: "... Ran'er?"

Mo Ran said: "When I was in Jiaoshan, I thought about coming back and confessing to my uncle. But I didn't expect it to be this situation."

"..."

Mo Ran's eyes were very calm, because they were too calm, and even seemed a little dead: "Master Mu is here today, and all the witnesses and physical evidence must have been collected. There is nothing more to say. Yes, I am not the second person at the top of life and death. Little Lord."

He paused, and then a word with a sigh floated down the hall, his voice was as light as a feather, and the sound was like a thousand layers.

"I am the son of Nangong Yan, the lord of the ninth city in the 72nd city of Rufengmen."

"What?!" Everyone was horrified.

"Don't you want to hear the whole story?" Mo Ran closed his eyes and said, "...I was the one who set the fire in Zuiyu Tower back then. Dozens of lives were indeed destroyed by my hands."

Mrs. Wang said with tears in her eyes: "Ran'er, how could you...how could you..."

"But back in Xiangtan, there was a case where a girl from a tofu shop was raped to death." He said this and remained silent for a while.

In his previous life, no one was willing to listen to him tell the truth.

Everyone was angrily accusing him and scolding him, so he didn't want to explain. Anyway, in the eyes of others, he was just such a heinous devil, and it wouldn't hurt to add another stain of blood.

But in this life, he finally wanted to say it.

"That girl was not killed by me."

There was silence in Danxin Palace, everyone was staring at Mo Ran,

Waiting for him to speak out about those unknown and dusty old cases.

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