"What you hate is these people around..."

She suddenly understood something.

"They said, you hit someone, did you..."

His eyes drooped slightly, falling on his right calf.

"Did they fight this?"

"They are not much better than me?"

Bu Shenglian sneered, uncontrollably cruel.

"Twenty-three lives, half a leg for me, worth it!"

Twenty-three lives?

Ling Luoyu sighed lightly!

She could feel the hatred in his bones.

"Why are they doing this to you?"

"Because I killed someone!"

"Kill them because a group of them... all deserve to die."

Bu Shenglian shook his head abruptly, as if to forget the past.

But the piercing pain faded from the bottom of his eyes, and Ling Luoyu could feel the heart-piercing pain.

"I don't know what happened to you, but I can feel that everything you do makes you worse off than death. Kill them. You are not happy, but deeper guilt!"

Bu Shenglian did not speak, but closed her eyes in pain and shook her head.

In the past, saying once is equivalent to uncovering his scars once.

He was the one who hurt the scar.

"You are here to talk to me, are you?"

It has been a long time since I hadn't had a normal conversation with people, Bu Shenglian didn't know what was going on with him, so why did he talk so much to a stranger.

Perhaps, her aura is more in line with herself.

"Do you know the dumping platform?"

Ling Luoyu was not welcome, and went straight ahead.

"Qingshuitai?" Bu Shenglian's body couldn't help but sat up suddenly.

This topic is more shocking than what she said earlier.

He looked at Ling Luoyu again: "You ask the dumping platform...what do you mean? What dumping platform?"

She saw a trace of alertness.

This is a bit inconsistent with the information she knows!

Didn't he say that he told others about the dumping platform, and no one believed it?

Now, how come you deny it personally?

"Bushenglian, in the world, besides the water dumping platform where the **** master cultivates, is there a second water dumping platform in the world?" Ling Luoyu smiled indifferently.

He denies it, which means he doesn't want to say.

Since she doesn't want to talk, she can't be too anxious.

"I do not know what you're talking about?"

Bu Shenglian suddenly got up, grabbed the cane by the wall, and staggered up.

"I'm sorry, Jean, it's lunch time, I'm counting on this meal this day..."

Ling Luoyu did not chase, but watched him leave leisurely.

"Bu Shenglian, if you think of anything, go to the biggest inn in the city to find me, I will be there for you!"

Bu Shenglian's footsteps paused, and eventually, she disappeared in the crowd.

Ling Luoyu left a mark, found an inn, and booked four rooms.

After noon, Zhou Yan came back first.

He and Ling Luoyu had a question about Bushenglian, but before finishing talking, Dingmiao followed the signs to find it.

After two sticks of incense, Feng Chenglin entered the door in a hurry.

"How are you? Are there any results?"

Before Feng Chenglin took his seat, he poured a large bowl of herbal tea and poured it down in one breath.

"I'm so thirsty!"

The other three people looked at it--

"What are you doing? It seems to be thirsty for three days." Dingmiao held back a smile.

Zhou Yan also shook his head: "As for? You are so thirsty that you can't find a place to drink tea, sit down and rest your feet?"