Chapter 1900： a bit tired!

The first thousand and nine hundred chapters are a little tired!

Xiao Zheng felt the emotional fluctuations of the old monk and realized that his own words caused great shock to the old monk.

In fact, this is definitely the first time Xiao Xiaotou once saw the anger of the old monk.

"Uncle Bai." Xiao Zheng packed his mood and asked his lips. "What do you know?"

Bai Wuzhen also realized his abnormal reaction and quickly converge on the killing in his eyes. Gently shook his head: "Nothing."

He is lying!

Xiao Zheng saw the old monk's heart at a glance.

Is he hiding something?

Xiao Zheng is very curious. It is not convenient to ask.

Bai Wuzhen once told Xiao Zheng many secrets, so Xiao Zheng would not care about the old monk's concealment this time. In this matter, the old monk is far deeper than Xiao Zheng. Because the injury is his nephew. No matter what the white family did to the father and son, how to hurt the world. After all, they are relatives of the old monk. There are not many relatives left in this world.

Xiao Zheng nodded, and the muzzle suddenly became soft: "You don't have to worry too much. This matter will come to a later day. I promise you."

White nodded and nodded and patted Xiao Zheng’s shoulder: "Sit a plane for a day, go back to rest early."

"Yeah." Xiao Zheng nodded.

Turned away from the private hospital. When Xiao Zheng just got on the bus, he whispered, "Is it?"

Tina’s eyes widened: “Maybe the white innocent knows who the mask is.”

"Who will make him so big?" Xiao Zheng slightly picked up his throat.

"It should be a very close person." Tina looked calm. Asked boldly. "White Ziwen?"

This is indeed a very bold assumption!

Even Xiao Zheng, who has no relatives, thinks it is ridiculous.

Why did Bai Ziwen do this?

What does he mean by doing this?

Push the suspect to Xiao Zheng, even if he collapsed. Bai Ziwen also can't get any benefit. After all, Bai Ziwen’s opponent has never been Xiao Zheng. It is the old hegemon of the Lu Dashan white Wu Lin Lin Lao Yao.

To frame Xiao Zheng at the expense of his son’s second half?

Xiao Zheng shook his head: "He doesn't have enough reason to do this."

"But the time he appeared was too coincidental." Tina's voice was low and dumb. "The mask man just left, he appeared at the door of the villa. If it weren't for him, then the masters behind the scenes in time control would be terrible."

This is indeed a doubt. It has also increased the suspicion of Bai Ziwen.

But how can a father in this world sacrifice his son? And hands-on?

This is no longer ancient. There is no supreme battle for imperial power. Xiao Zheng does not understand, but does not want to understand.

"This piece is temporarily put down in advance." Xiao Zheng said with a lip. "I will hand over four pony to them to investigate the clues. You should not act rashly."

Tina did not respond positively, but she was dumb and said: "I will stare at him."

This, he is naturally Bai Ziwen. The biggest suspect in the assassination.

He is tall, wearing a mask and has a good leg.

In China, there are not many eight strong players. And there are still few reasons to be motivated to do so. But now, the least motivated, but the biggest suspect.

Xiao Zheng always felt that there was some embarrassment. There are many secrets that are ulterior.

It was just afternoon when I got home. Tina took the initiative to carry her luggage into the living room. Then withdraw and go to the villa next door.

That is Tina's base camp, and it is also the villa that Xiao Zheng bought for Tina alone. In addition to Tina, there are several Longwei team leaders living in it. It is also convenient for Tina to teach them the best tracking and anti-tracking.

Since the establishment of Long Wei, Xiao Zheng has been more reassured than ever.

A woman who is infinitely close to eight must have a group of dragon guards to ensure the safety of the villa. Even if it is the real eight-strong, I still want to hurt the forest paintings in the villa. Unless there is a strongman who surpasses the eight must be killed.

However, to this level of the strong, dare to do this kind of thing?

Not afraid of the stalwart man behind Lin Zhuyin?

How strong Lin Lao Yao is, Xiao Zheng is not informed, there may not be any one in this world. However, Xiao Zheng can arbitrarily judge that the strength of Lin Lao Yao is at least eight. The same level as white innocent.

Otherwise, he couldn’t beat Lin’s old demon.

Because Yanjing had a big deal, Lao Lin also gave himself a holiday. Prepare a sumptuous lunch at home. But she waited for the left and right, but finally heard that Xiao Zheng went directly to the hospital.

Simply rest in the sofa.

When Xiao Zheng entered the house, Lao Lin might have been sleeping deeply, but he did not realize that someone came in.

Xiao Zheng walked lightly and took off his coat and put it on the old forest wearing only one pajamas. She curled up slightly. The brow is deep locked. The white cheeks are also full of worries. It seems that even in a dream, the situation is extremely bad.

Xiao Zheng looked at Lao Lin like this, and his heart was very distressed. Reaching out and rubbing his eyebrows in the old forest.

"Ok?"

Lao Lin instantly woke up and reached out to push Xiaozheng’s Capricorn. When I woke up, I was a little shouted: "Is it back? I am going to the hot dish."

"I am not hungry." Xiao Zheng gently slammed the waist of Lao Lin and asked softly. "Do you have a nightmare?"

Lin Lin sounded softly: "Dream someone wants to kill you."

Xiao Zheng heard the words, but he smiled and asked: "Is the other party successful?"

"Yeah." Lin painted the sound and nodded.

"No? I don't know if you have my skills." Xiao Zheng shook his head and asked with a smile. "Who is so capable?"

"He." Lin Zhuyin spit out a word. The expression gradually dignified.

Xiao Zheng heard the words, but he was dumbfounded.

If Lin Lao Yao is hands-on, Xiao Zheng is really not sure. After all, this man is a monster that is quite jealous even in the autumn harvest. The value of its military power is high, and it is graceful?

It seems that Lao Lin has been under too much pressure recently, and even the drama of this family ethic has dreamed.

"Is there a clue?" Lin Zhuyin turned and asked directly.

Anyone in this world suspects Xiao Zheng, Lin Linyin will believe him without reservation. So she knew that this must be a conspiracy.

"Not yet." Xiao Zheng smiled bitterly. "I have some black eyes on the whole thing, give me some time."

The clues on the white innocent should be the most likely to progress. But Xiao Zheng is in the face and not convenient to ask. Just a little suspicion, with Xiao Zheng and the old monk's friendship. He is willing to go.

Lin Lin's tone pinched Xiao Zheng's very powerful hand: "Go eat something first. If you are full, you will have the strength to think."

After all, she got up and walked towards the kitchen. Xiao Zheng was not idle, and ran a few laps inside and outside. At the end, I even ate three bowls of rice, which took Laolin upstairs: "I am a little tired, sleep with me for a while?"

Lin's paintings heard the words, and the white jade was swept over a stiff color.

Xiao Zheng saw it, but it was the amount of support: "Lao Lin, you are really beautiful."

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