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Mu Zi's head seemed to have turned into a mire, heavy and sticky, and all thoughts and thoughts were squeezed together, freezing her in the mud.

She stood dumbfounded, like a puppet without consciousness.

Murong Cheng had long known about borrowing corpses to resurrect souls.

Huang Lao Ghost was contacted in advance.

Qiao Jingjia has been doing things for the Huo family.

Xiao Wanwan may know something, or she may not know at all, but Murong Cheng's character has always been that he would rather kill by mistake than miss it, he is about to leave Qingjiang, and before leaving, he naturally wants to clean up his tail as soon as possible.

The light in the basement room shone brightly on Mu Zi's body, but her eyes were black for a while, and she felt that she had fallen into a bottomless abyss, surrounded by pitch darkness where she couldn't see her fingers!

She wants to believe in Murong Cheng! I want to find even the slightest reason from this evidence, the slightest excuse that can make him "get away with it"!

But she couldn't find it!

I can't find it at all!

She sat down on the ground, and the pictures in her hands were sprinkled all over the ground—all kinds of women, fresh, beautiful, and youthful, all of which were spare Horcruxes he had found.

If she had been resurrected in Xu Shihan's body as he wished, and at the same time lost her memory, would she be stupid enough to treat him as her lover and marry him and have children with him?

Her life, in his opinion, can be fabricated and fiddled at will, right?

Mu Zi felt that she should cry now, but the tears couldn't flow, she used a lot of strength, there was not a single tear, the pain that could not be vented accumulated in her body, and her brain was almost exploding!

She stayed alone in the basement for a long time, until she heard the sound of the car engine outside, and finally came to her senses.

Murong Cheng came.

This is normal, if she doesn't come home so late, Bai Wei will definitely call her, and if the mobile phone can't get through, Bai Wei will tell Murong Cheng.

Mu Zi could almost imagine Bai Wei's eager words: "Rong Cheng, your sister doesn't know where she went, she hasn't come home, and the driver who went to pick her up from school didn't see her......"

How would Murong Cheng answer?

He'll say, "Mom, don't worry, I'll look for it." ”

Murong Cheng could locate her exact location at any time.

Mu Zi lowered his eyes and glanced at the ring on his hand, the built-in positioning chip, he used to feel a little sweet when he saw it, but now when he sees it, there is only a silent mockery......

She struggled to her feet, bent down to pick up the photos on the floor, and left the basement.

The footsteps were like pouring stone into the slurry, and every step was sluggish.

When he ascended the last step of steps, Murong Cheng happened to open the door and enter, his gaze passed over her, looked at the basement behind her, and then drooped slightly, landing on the stack of photos in her hand.

Mu Zi looked at him fixedly and asked, "You sent someone to kill Xiao Wanwan?" ”

Murong Cheng walked over and took her hand: "Zizi, let's go home first......"

Mu Zi was unmoved, shook off his hand, and asked again, "Did you kill Xiao Wanwan?" ”

Murong Cheng was silent.

Mu Zi's heart sank all at once, sinking into the quagmire, and she couldn't see a little light anymore.

"What about Qiao Jingjia? Did you arrange her death? She asked.

Murong Cheng frowned, and his voice was very low: "Yes." ”

Be......

He said, "Yes."

Tears seemed to have been opened, filling their eyes in an instant, and they rushed out, flowing too quickly, Mu Zi even felt eye pain!

Her legs were weak, she squatted down, letting her tears drip on the floor one by one, turbulent, she couldn't help it.

I opened my mouth to breathe, but my throat overflowed with mournful sobs, and some tears flowed into my mouth, which was bitter.

"Zizi, Zizi......" Murong Cheng hugged her and kept calling her name, "Zizi, I love you." ”

Mu Zi looked up at him, tears blurred her vision, and she thought to herself: Is this love?

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