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Chapter 11 [Cold Girl]

So far, Chunhuaqiuyue and the two maids have been killed.

Of course, the scene was still simple and there were no traces of fighting.

It looks a lot like a battle of pleasure between men and women.

Qiuyue also died of poisoning.

Exactly the same poison.

To be precise, it should be an aphrodisiac.

However, because the dose was too large and the control was not good, it caused too much excitement, leading to heart failure and death.

If I said it before, it is also possible that I committed suicide by taking poison.

But this time, things have become clearer.

This is murder.

Moreover, it is quite a taste of murder.

Of course, Fan Zui was not worried about solving the case.

With such a large Fan Mansion, and the fact that the servant of the household department is there, someone will naturally handle the case.

I believe it won't be long before the capital will send someone here.

Maybe, he is still a master at solving crimes, a celebrity.

Although he has the task of solving the case, in fact, he mainly targets the murderer.

At that time, as long as the murderer appears and he kills him violently, he will be considered as completing the task and gaining violence points.

"Perfect!"

Therefore, he did not participate in solving the case, but continued to practice.

As for Fan Xian, he has already begun to investigate the housekeeper.

As for the maid's body, it has been taken away.

After the crowd dispersed, Fan Zui continued his cultivation.

Fan Xian was a little surprised when he learned that he was able to practice.

After all, for so many years, he has been unable to cultivate, and now the sudden change is unavoidable.

Fan Zui also asked a casual question at that time, Fan Xian's current state is a few ranks.

This cheap little brother didn't mean to hide anything. He said bluntly that he had broken through to the fifth rank.

Eight-year-old fifth grade.

Looking at the world, among his peers, he is definitely considered a genius.

In addition, Fan Xian took time to practice every day, and it has never stopped in the past few years.

This perseverance, even Sean once said bluntly, is inferior.

After practicing for half an hour, Fan Zui chased after his soul with the sword technique, but he still couldn't master it.

It is not so easy to get a glimpse of the door for the first time.

"Forget it, on the way of martial arts, even if you don't advance, you will retreat, but you can't just force it, otherwise, it will be harmful and useless."

These theories are not because he is born a master, but because...

I read too many novels.

Those who like to read novels, who can't say a few philosophical words?

After talking to himself, he put away the knife, held it in his hand, and walked out of the courtyard.

I plan to go to the tofu Xi Shi's place to see if I can have some tofu.

I glanced at the position of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree that was blown away by the wind. It was bare, and the soil was turned up, leaving a hole.

Looks like something needs to be replanted.

Pass through the pavilion and prepare to walk out of the courtyard.

On the ground ahead, there is a slightly larger puddle, if you step on it, your shoes will definitely get wet.

Fan Zui subconsciously walked around and walked out of the pavilion.

The moment he walked out, a tile just fell from the pavilion.

The sword light flashed, and it was fleeting.

The tile splits in two and falls to the ground.

Looking at the tiles on the ground, Fan Zui gasped heavily.

Just one sword seems to consume all the strength of the whole body.

This sword is his first time.

Go all out!

Quick, accurate, ruthless.

Picking up the tile that was split into two by the broken sword, Fan Zui frowned slightly and looked around, seeing nothing unusual.

Under the storm, the tiles are unstable, which is reasonable.

However, he always felt that something was not right.

"Forget it, I haven't figured it out for so many years, let's talk about it later."

Pushing open the courtyard door and walking out of the courtyard, I saw a little girl waiting outside the courtyard.

Fan Zui was stunned for a moment, recognized her as the little girl who sold her body to bury her father two days ago, and asked:
"Why are you here?"

The little girl immediately knelt down and said, "I have seen the young master."

Only this sentence, there is no other.

Fan Zui waved the broken knife in his hand twice, it was just right, and asked:

"What's your name?"

"Master Hui, my surname is Leng. I don't have a name. My family calls me Xiao Leng."

She kept her head down as she spoke.

Fan Zui didn't reach out to help her, just glanced at her and said, "I know what you mean, but I don't need a maid, you can go."

Seeing that she was just kneeling and not speaking, Fan Zui narrowed his eyes slightly, and rested the broken knife on her shoulder.

"It's not easy to live in this chaotic world. I've seen many people who kneel down. This trick is useless to me. You can go."

In troubled times, especially in recent years, he has seen a lot of people kneeling due to natural disasters and man-made disasters.

Walking on the street, whenever you throw two copper coins, within a second, a large crowd of people will kneel down.

He can't control everything.

People live and do what they can.

Even if you have the heart of a Bodhisattva, you must have the strength of a Buddha.

Otherwise, it's just futile.

Fan Zui thinks that he is not a bad person, but in terms of character, he is not a good person either.

The little girl who spoke little and was very cold finally raised her head to look at him, and also glanced at the broken knife on her neck.

She had never seen such a broken knife.

With the knife resting on her neck, her expression was still so cold and unwavering, and she said lightly:

"Since I sold my life to the young master, I can kill or cut it up, whatever I want."

Fan Zui smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and asked directly, "I'll give you a chance to tell your purpose."

As he spoke, a gleam of light flashed across the broken knife in his hand.

"I want to follow you, and one day, I can take revenge."

Hearing this, Fan Zui smiled coldly and said, "Sorry, you found the wrong person."

After all, he took the broken knife and turned to leave.

She is not interested in her experience, nor what kind of revenge she wants to avenge.

"Before I come back, get out, otherwise, I don't mind slashing you with a knife. Although I'm just an illegitimate child, killing someone is harmless."

As he said that, the figure had passed through the arched corridor.

When passing by the old lady's courtyard, Fan Zui took a look inside.

Under the violent wind and rain, many leaves should have been blown off, but there was not a single fallen leaf in the yard, it was very clean.

There were no puddles on the ground.

After he left, in the yard and inside the house, the old lady looked at the word "drunk" that had been cut out in her hand and smiled with satisfaction.

Seeing that she was done, the servant girl who was standing aside finally spoke up and said:
"Madam, the young master did not take in that little girl."

After that, she told the old lady about the conversation between the two of them one by one.

Hearing this, the wrinkles on the old lady's face trembled slightly, and she said to herself:
"My grandson is alive and well."

The servant girl Fuli said: "If outsiders find out, they will inevitably say that the young master is hard-hearted."

The old lady put down the scissors in her hand, stood up slowly, looked outside the house, and said:
"In this world, who is a soft-hearted person who has been eaten to the bone?"

While speaking, she couldn't help but think back to the figure of the former one who indulged the world in her mind.

After all, the old lady leaned on crutches, walked outside the house, looked towards the direction of the yard, and said:
"If she's just knelt down, maybe she can stay."

The maid behind her stepped forward, gently held the old lady's hand, and said, "Second young master has always been kind and kind, and the children like him very much."

The old lady smiled and said: "Always pay attention, no matter whether the little girl can stay or not, follow up the matter and report to me one by one."

"Yes."

"Tomorrow's duel, you should watch more."

"The old lady told me not to dare to omit anything."

"Well, ask the chef, what's delicious for today?"

"Ah, oh, okay, I'll ask someone to ask."

(End of this chapter)