Chapter 275 (1/2)

”Brotherhood?” Murong Zhao didn't say a word. The sarcasm on his face became more and more intense. Finally, he was full of disdain. He raised his finger and gently blew the nonexistent dust. He took out a time backtracking stone from his pocket and threw it out directly.

This was recorded in the snow ape cave.

Urged by her Kung Fu, the two of Wen Mei and the instrument were intertwined in the snow ape's cave.

In order to cultivate the mind, most people are boys and girls. Even if there are happy people, they will hold a double cultivation ceremony with the consent of the master. Just like the marriage ceremony between men and women in the world, this will be together. But now, it is obvious that the clerical and Wenmei have an affair without the consent of the master, and it seems that they are in a secret cave * * wild.

The face of the guilty disciple who had exposed the documents under murongzhao's eyes because he was greedy for life and afraid of death showed contempt.

The document at the moment is no longer the eldest martial brother they can admire, but the shame of Xianyin gate.

The face of the instrument was suddenly green and white. It was not ugly.

No one knew what he was doing with Wen Mei. He also took a picture of Shi back in time. Thinking of the tonic grass he didn't get at the beginning, the instrument suddenly looked up at Murong Zhao and almost didn't suppress his anger.

Because there was no tonic grass, the artifact that was exhausted by itself dissipated 30 years ago, and the last bit of divine power became an ordinary weapon.

If there were artifact help, how could he still be a baby.

At the beginning, Murong Zhao was the one who stole the tonic herb. This cognition made the document want to tear Murong Zhao to pieces. However, now he is not suitable for Murong Zhao's opponent at all. This cognition makes him feel uncomfortable.

Murongzhao looked at the ugly face of the instrument and knew that he thought of Tonifying the grass. What's more, now the things between him and Wen Mei have been exposed, and the double cultivation is proper. It's worth studying how Wen Mei died.

Murongzhao never intended to kill the instrument.

The clerk may not be sad if you kill him. He will be sad if he loses his reputation and has nothing.

Just then, Ziyang Zhenjun, who felt the movement in front of the mountain, arrived. After seeing Murong Zhao sitting on Taotie for a long time, he trembled his voice and asked, ”Wen Liang?”

The clerk's body stiffened and looked at Murong Zhao in disbelief.

Murongzhao didn't expect that he had changed so much that Ziyang Zhenjun could recognize himself.

After all, at the moment, he is not as docile as Wen Liang. His face is full of evil charm and arrogance, and even with a strong evil spirit and evil spirit. He can recognize himself as Wen Liang. It can be seen that this Ziyang Zhenjun really puts Wen Liang in his heart.

Unfortunately, Wen Liang is not alive now, but his Murong Zhao.

Murong Zhao picked his eyebrows, fell directly from Taotie and stood opposite Ziyang Zhenjun. His tone was evil: ”master, haven't seen you for a long time.”

”It's really you, Wen Liang.” Ziyang Zhenjun looked at murongzhao with guilt, remorse and heartache, but he was not angry at all. It can be seen that Ziyang Zhenjun didn't believe that murongzhao released Taotie. Even now murongzhao is standing with Taotie, it's still the same.

”Liang'er, why do you look like this now?” not only was you evil, but also your face changed.

Murong Zhao raised his eyebrows and smiled with evil spirit in his mouth. His eyes were as sharp as a sword. He looked straight at the document, but his voice was somewhat casual: ”master, you might as well ask younger martial brother why I am like this.”

Ziyang Zhenjun looked stiff and turned to look at the document.

The clerk was stiff, with an awkward smile on his face, and said in his throat, ”master, I didn't.”

Murong Zhao sneered, ”I didn't say anything. I didn't say anything. Isn't that a confession?”

Hearing Murong Zhao's words, the clerk trembled more and more, and even the smile on his face could not be maintained any longer. He just looked at Murong Zhao begging him to let him live.

Murong Zhao didn't keep silent, but continued: ”in fact, I've always been curious. Younger martial sister and younger martial brother want to be inseparable. Why younger martial brother wasn't around when younger martial sister died, because you were the one who killed him.”

The writer's bones grew colder and colder, but his mouth could only continue to deny: ”elder martial brother, don't spit blood.”