When the news reached Ye Qinghuan's ears, the situation was already very serious.

The Mujiabao brigade surrounded the iceberg, and the red eyes made up their minds to bury Mu Qingmiao!

And the most important thing is that Mujiabao actually united with the Moon God Clan and used the most secret weapon developed by the Moon God Clan over the years - a gunpowder weapon similar to the one that Ye Qinghuan was familiar with!

Obviously, the old castle master of Mujiabao already knew that Murong Yafeng was not easy to deal with, so this time he was simply out of the nest, and he thought of all the ways he could think of.

He had the idea that he couldn't kill Murong Yafeng, and he also wanted to let Ye Qinghuan taste the pain of losing his son!

The old castle lord has a white head overnight, comparable to the pain of the emperor's loss of love in the year, you must know that the old castle lord has a middle-aged son, Mu Qingmiao is also quite famous in the rivers and lakes, who would have expected that he would lose his son in old age, and the white-haired person would send the black-haired person?

"Ye Qinghuan, since my son met you, bad luck has continued, and the road of love has been bumpy, so that's it, but you actually watched your brother kill him! This account, I Mujiabao swear to get it back for Qingmiao! The old castle lord's voice was grief-stricken, word by word, blood and tears were like tears.

Ye Qinghuan stood beside Murong Yafeng, his face was pale, looking at the corpse covered with a white cloth on the stretcher, he only felt that the world was spinning, his head was dizzy for a while, and his eyes were black.

Mu Qingmao...... He's dead?

"No......" Ye Qinghuan took two steps back, closed her eyes, and grabbed the placket of her clothes with the five fingers of her left hand, as if it could reduce the pain in her heart a little.

The gentle and jade-like Lord Mu Shaobao always stood behind her with a light smile, although he was interested in her, he always had a gentlemanly demeanor, and never forced her to be a man in the slightest...... Gone?

How is this possible?

It was like a dream, she had seen him a few days ago......

"Shut up!" Murong Yafeng looked at this battle, and didn't take Mu Jiabao's hatred in his eyes at all, he said indifferently: "I didn't kill Mu Qingmao, don't count his death on my head!" ”

Even in this battle, he has nothing to fear.

It's just some powerful weapons, which are unavoidable for ordinary people, but for him, they are just a matter of enchantment.

However, he does not bear this unjust charge.

He didn't kill Mu Qingmao, and he didn't kill the people around his sister from beginning to end.

The old castle lord laughed sadly, and tears burst into tears: "The son of the Murong royal family, the son of the dignified war king, is actually a bad seed!" If you have the courage to kill, you don't have the courage to admit it! Hahahaha......"

"The surname is Mu, I repeat it - I didn't kill your son!" Murong Yafeng clenched his hands into fists, and endured it for a long time before he made a move, he didn't want his sister to misunderstand anything, and said coldly: "I was very measured when I came out of my palm, at most he vomited blood and lay down for half a month, it was impossible for him to die!" ”

An uncle of Mu Qingmiao in Mujiabao suddenly spoke out of grief and indignation: "You didn't intend to kill the young castle master, but your palm broke the young castle master's ribs, and the broken ribs happened to be inserted into the young castle master's heart!" If you hadn't left after injuring the young castle master, but had sent him to the hospital in time, he wouldn't have died in vain! ”

What the?

A flash of shock flashed in Murong Ya's eyes, and she couldn't say a word in an instant.

How could it be so coincidental?

When Ye Qinghuan heard this, a trace of blood escaped from the corner of his lips, which was caused by anger and grief combined with internal injuries.

"Sister, don't scare me!" Murong Yafeng panicked and reached out to help Ye Qinghuan.

Ye Qinghuan slapped Murong Yafeng's face with a 'snap', and the slap was crisp and loud.

"Sister......" Murong Yafeng covered her hot cheeks, her face was slightly pale.

She's for someone else...... Hit him?