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Shang Zifeng was speechless. In order to clear away any suspicions, Du Ze had actually feigned such a pitiful look, and looking at how sincere his words were, he even played the part of a brother who was deeply in love with him and was framed, he was too good at acting!

If he wasn't in it, he would really believe it!

Shang Zifeng could not help but curse silently.

Just then, the Patriarch Zhen who was holding back his anger finally had a chance to roar, he shouted out loud, looking around, his hands were trembling, he pointed at Ling Changfeng, Xuan Cheng and the rest, gasped for breath, but managed to calm down a little, but before he could say anything, he started coughing again.

He was truly infuriated.

Listen!

Listen!

What are they talking about?

Now that the evidence was conclusive, this bunch of old fogeys would drag it out and refuse to seek justice for their son. Not only that, but they even thought of such a rotten way of exhuming a corpse. How could he sit still?

It was a pity that the curse that he came up with was interrupted by Ling Changfeng in a few movements.

Ling Changfeng then walked forward and pressed his hand on Patriarch Zhen's chest to ease Patriarch Zhen's anger, while speaking words of consolation.

"Old Master Zhen, don't be angry. Look at how old you are and how magnanimous you are. It would be terrible if you get so worked up and didn't say anything about it. Our Yuxu Sect cannot afford such a responsibility. So, if there's something we can sit down and talk about, there's no problem in the world that can't be solved, right? "There will always be a way to achieve the best of both worlds. Don't be angry and lose your body, that won't do you any good."

The moment he said that, the scene turned cold and desolate. Everyone had a big drop of perspiration on the back of their heads.

Wasn't his attitude and actions way too exaggerated?

What tricks was the Elder Xuan Ju trying to pull off now?

Although Patriarch Zhen was furious just now, he was not able to hold it in until he was suffocated to death. In the end, when Ling Changfeng said this, it was like a bucket of water being poured into a huge pot of oil, instantly boiling up.

Seeing that, Ling Changfeng helped the Patriarch Zhen to become more diligent, his expression becoming more anxious, if his gaze was able to reach Ling Changfeng's palm, he would definitely see a strand of faintly discernible Profound Spirit Qi, which was following the palm of his hand towards the Patriarch Zhen's Dantian.

However, this scene, other than Yao Shuang who was standing at the entrance of the hall, was not noticed by anyone.

One of them was laughing sinisterly, the other had a red face, but could not say anything. Anyone with a brain would know, Ling Changfeng was obviously using this to help the Patriarch Zhen vent his anger, and not letting them speak!

The corners of Xuan Cheng's and the other disciples' mouths twitched, even Shang Zifeng was covered in black lines.

His master was truly unrivaled when it came to being a scoundrel.

Strangely, Xuan Cheng did not stop them like he usually did.

From his point of view, he only wanted a solid evidence that could support Shang Zifeng's wrongdoings. This way, after disposing of Shang Zifeng, he could give an explanation to the Grand Elder and avoid being criticized by others in the future. This was also the reason why he was in favour of an autopsy.

Not only that, he was currently extremely excited, and no matter what they said, he wouldn't be able to listen. This caused Xuan Cheng to be very agitated, and it would be better to let Ling Changfeng have his way, as it might allow the situation to take a favorable turn for the better.

However, at this moment, no one discovered that within the palace hall, there was actually a trace of a beautiful figure missing.

On the other side, two "old urchins"

He kept pushing and shoving and kept glaring at. Du Ze took this opportunity to start his flawless yet flawless attempt to argue and complain again.

Shang Zifeng listened coldly by the side, without saying anything, he remained in a stalemate for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

In this period of time, only the parties concerned knew how many justifications, how many arrangements, how many explanations, and how many distortions there were.

Not long after that, a flash of a sword light flashed across the peak of Yuxu Mountain, and within that flash, Hong Shan arrived on his sword.

If you looked closely, she was holding a middle-aged man with a face full of stubble.

This person's entire body was trembling, his lips were purple, his face was abnormally pale, and his face was filled with fear and disbelief.

Until now, he still hadn't come to his senses.

One moment, he was in bed with his little beauty, and the next, in the blink of an eye, he was captured by this mother Yaksha who looked like a fairy from heaven, but was actually a ghost.

Unfortunately, he was just a mortal with no martial arts, nor did he have the magical techniques of those Daoist cultivators. In times of danger, he was completely unable to put up any resistance.

He was regretting that he did not practice martial arts and that he did not have a skilled master. Otherwise, he would not have ended up as someone else's meat on the chopping block.

When he thought about the pleasure he'd had in bed, he was afraid that this was the last time he would experience the smell of a woman.

He had been single for thirty years, and as the most famous county coroner, he only received that little bit of salary every month. With great difficulty, he saved up three months' worth of silver and earned enough money to spend the entire night at the Flower Hall.

In order to make things convenient, he spent several silver taels to choose to go home. Only then did he lead them home.

He had been fighting with the little beauty for the whole night and his eyes were wide open, and he was physically and mentally exhausted. However, when he turned around and saw the little beauty's shy appearance, his heart was instantly set on fire.

After all, time wasn't up yet. It was up to the guests to decide how long they wanted to fight, and they could just give them some rewards later. Thus, he didn't care if he could still bear it. However, everything turned out to be unsatisfactory. Just as he was about to die, a red light shone down from the sky. What he saw in front of him was a beautiful and charming woman.

Compared to the woman beneath him, it was like comparing the sky and the earth.

He couldn't help but think that if he were to press this girl under his body … In short, that stunning scene was something he would never forget for the rest of his life. But what he did not expect was that it was not only simply shocking, it was something he would never forget for the rest of his life. It was a pain he would never forget, so much that when he saw a beautiful woman in red later on, he would run away.

Of course, that was something to be said later.

At that time, his eyes had been completely blinded by lust. He had never thought about why a red-clothed girl would suddenly appear in his room. He was still foolishly daydreaming about the beautiful scene of her hugging him left and right.

However, before he could think for long, he felt a chill run down his body. The woman in red didn't care if he was wearing clothes or not, and quickly lifted the blanket away. Then, with a flick of her hand, the clothes scattered on the ground were swept up by her and fiercely flung onto his body.

Ignoring the woman's screams and fear, the woman in red only lightly said, "Come with me or die."

The man shakily put on his clothes.

Unexpectedly, just as he was dressed, the woman in red lifted him up and carried him off in a certain direction.

Along the way, his heart was in turmoil, and even his lower body had unknowingly withered as he broke out in a cold sweat.

He was really afraid that after being threatened by this girl, he would have a weakness in that aspect.

As he thought about it, this man's expression became even more 'exciting'.

When Hong Shan returned, the Virtual Hall was in a state of clamor, exclamations, angry roars, sighs, and helpless cries. In short, the originally solemn and dignified place was now like a market, chaotic into a pot of porridge, and the reason was no different. Su Jingqi and a few disciples of the Xixuan Taosit Place also entered the great hall. Like a god, they protected Du Ze from the sides.

No one knew what kind of conflict occurred between the two of them, but Snowball jumped straight to the top of Shang Zifeng's head and glared at Du Ze and the others, eager to give it a try.