Chapter 555: Synonymous with murder

Speaking of Mo Xuanchen, Ling Bufan suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, where did Mo Xuanchen go? How come I haven't seen his shadow in the past two days!?"
Ling Luoyu's eyes trembled unchecked, and immediately said with a light smile: "He said there is something urgent to deal with, so he just left!"
In fact, Ling Luoyu was also surprised at Mo Xuanchen's trail.
According to his character, if he leaves, he will definitely tell her, or leave a letter to explain, no matter how bad it is, people will talk back and forth.
But now there is nothing.
His departure was unexpected.
He left without warning, and she didn't even know the exact time he left.
In order to prevent Ling Bufan from following blindly, Ling Luoyu also concealed these things alone.
Anyway, with Mo Xuanchen's cultivation base, there is definitely no danger.
As long as there is no danger, she need not worry.
Now, she can only divert Ling Bufan's attention if she pushes Ling Yunxi out to top the thunder.
"By the way, Grandpa! I remember that the second uncle and that Feng Ziqing were not good at the time? I thought I was going to drink their wedding wine, but I didn't expect Lao Yan to split up! What's the matter?"
Ling Bufan's face instantly sank, "Don't mention her! I get upset when I mention their family!"
He stood up suddenly.
"I'm going to see Yunxi!"
Tao Dingfang wanted to follow, and was pulled by Ling Luoyu's sleeve.
"Grandpa Tao, what are you hiding? Don't you want to tell me about Feng Ziqing?!"
"That's not! It's just a matter of men and women, it's all about fate, Erye and Miss Feng are not fate, we are outsiders, there is nothing we can do?!"
Tao Ding didn't seem to want to talk about it either, he just pulled the sleeves out of Ling Luoyu's hands and chased Ling Bufan.
"These two...what are they doing?!"
Originally, Ling Luoyu was just curious about Ling Yunxi and Feng Ziqing.
But judging from the manners of these two people, it seems that there is another story behind!
Turning her palms, she looked at the square silk paw, her eyes condensed.
"Feng Ziqing, it seems I have to know you for a while!"

Xiang's mansion in the southern suburbs of Beijing.
White banners and mantles fluttered in the wind, hunting and hunting in the sad cry.
At the gate of the mansion, there stood the servants who registered their names. They recorded the names of the guests who came to mourn them.
A small servant reflexively took out the white silk, intending to buckle it on his arm for the guest.
"Who is the young master?"
"Ling Luoyu!"
Ling Luoyu raised his hand, blocking the white silk.
When they heard these three words, everyone's eyes turned over instantly.
For Xiang Jia, this is synonymous with murderer.
As a murderer, she dare to come here!
Isn't this a bit too courageous? !
The corners of the young man's mouth twitched fiercely, and then he smiled and said, "I don't know it's the Three Young Masters who are here...or else, you wait here, and the little one will go in and give you back??"
This killing is not something they can afford.
It's better not to provoke.
Ling Luoyu squinted at the white silk in his hand, and Xie Ning curled her lips: "I'm not here to find Xiang's family! The person I am looking for is Feng Ziqing!"
"Young lady?!"
The expressions of the two young men suddenly became very weird, and they looked at each other.
"You want to see... our young lady?!"
"Yeah, why? No?"
Two little friends: "..."
Of course not!
Remove all elements, Feng Ziqing is now Xiang Yi's survivor.