Looking at Ouyang Changluo's back, Zhao Wanxi can't help saying what she wants to say.

"The daughter of the people asks the seventh Prince not to ask for the innocent. In fact, there is a way to get rid of the innocent."

When she said this, the worried crowd saw a glimmer of life. Almost all of them looked at her with begging eyes at the same time Let Zhao Wanxi dare not have any slack!

Leng Jun's eyes were dim, and he gave a quick reply: "let's hear it!"

"I'm a doctor. I know too well that the old and new wounds of skin tissue are different. If I can examine them one by one, the new wounds must be innocent."

When her words came out, there was a begging voice in the crowd -

"the slave is innocent. Please verify the wound and beg the slave!"

"The slave is innocent, too!"

The pitiful sound of pleading came, full of endless longing for life. Zhao Wanxi looked at Leng junao eagerly, waiting for the man to nod.

Leng Jun fixed his eyes on her. Her eyes made him unable to refuse. Eagle's eyes tightened and pointed to Zicheng who was escorted by the bodyguard: "let's start with him!"

Zicheng's face turned pale, and he seemed to be rebellious. But the man didn't give him the chance to resist. Several imperial guards, including Mu Si, had subdued him and confirmed that he had no chance to hurt Zhao Wanxi. Leng junao let her go.

The gauze of Zicheng's white wrist was uncovered, and the wound was slightly wide, which was different from the ordinary knife wound. It was not like a knife cut, but more like a deliberate removal of necrotic scar tissue.

Although she hasn't said anything yet, Zicheng seems to have faintly smelled the breath of death. He can't move his limbs, so he can only stare at Zhao Wanxi with his evil eyes: "Stinky girl, don't talk

After Zhao Wanxi had examined the residual tissue beside his wound, the corner of her lip began to sneer: "it's hard to attack yourself, but even if you cut the old scar, the residual skin tissue can still see the old wound. And I hate being threatened

Leng Jun's low voice did not hesitate for a moment. He gave an order: "kill him, dusk four!"

Dusk's four hands fell, and the sharp blade went straight through Zicheng's throat without a drop of blood. His knife didn't come out immediately, and Zicheng didn't stop breathing. His eyes widened, his pupils dilated, his mouth opened wide, and he gasped in horror.

Seeing the killing with her own eyes, Zhao Wanxi was still a little frightened and slightly stiff.

"Excuse me, Miss Wan. I don't want to splash the girl's clothes."

The sound of dusk four also made Zhao Wanxi wake up in a moment. Her backward steps faltered slightly. The next second she was surrounded by a man's gentle embrace.

Silver flash, dusk four inserted into the throat of Zicheng's blade has been pulled out, blood like a fountain.

Leng junao raised his hand and covered the woman's eyes gently. When he fell a few seconds later, Zicheng's body had been carried away, leaving only a bloodstain.

Zhao Wanxi's eyebrows are slightly frowning. Although she is telling the truth, she didn't expect Leng junao to kill so soon. Shouldn't he wait for her to check everyone before making a decision?

Just then, Princess Changluo's scream came from the outside. She must have turned back and just happened to see Zicheng's body carried out.

"Leng junao, you You killed him

Ouyang Changluo's body trembles with anger, and rushes in with gnashing teeth, with unbelievable amazement on his face.