Lin Zichen looked at Heicheng Shen's gaze, and saw the middle-aged man walking towards him calmly.

Lin Zichen glanced at him slightly. Although the middle-aged man had calm eyes, the fear on his face could not conceal his fear at the moment.

Lin Zichen covered his body with one hand, that figure was straight and domineering, looking at the man indifferently: "You saw it with your own eyes, when and where, how to kill?"

The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback when he asked him this way, and a touch of nervousness flashed across his eyes, and he pointed to the mourning hall and said: "In this mourning hall, you slashed to death with a palm."

Lin Zichen sneered in his heart and was chopped to death by his palm?

What a joke?

Lin Zichen never kills with his palm, and he never dirty his hands.

"Go on!" Lin Zichen's indifferent voice sounded slowly, as if coming from a distance, deep and frightening.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible coldness began to spread from all around, the middle-aged body trembled slightly, and suddenly there was a feeling of wanting to escape.

"Also...what do you want to say? That's how you murdered." The middle-aged man had his tongue knotted, and he didn't dare to face Lin Zichen.

Looking at his calm look, it seemed that everything was under his control.

Lin Zichen said: "This monarch only uses a whip to kill people, and never dirty his hands."

This is actually a contradiction. He is a person with **** hands. In fact, he said that his hands are not dirty, so that he can feel more comfortable.

"You killed it. You are the king of the world. You don't seek good for the people. Instead, you kill innocent people. The devil, you will not be loyal." The middle-aged man's voice echoed in the city lord's mansion.

Lin Zichen glanced at him faintly, and heard no ups and downs in his tone: "Have you ever been loyal?"

The man was silent with an embarrassed expression on his face. He was shocked when he looked at the steady and cold man.

Rumor has it that he was really scared to death under his cold eyes.

The people of Licheng, to this monarch, preached the gods and gods.

"The person who killed the city lord has already been killed by this lord."

Everyone: "..."

When did the **** matter?

The middle-aged man was suddenly startled, his expression hurt, and he asked excitedly: "You, you killed him, are you so vicious?"

When the man said this, he suddenly refused to confess, but he couldn't blame him. The man who was killed was his younger brother. This sadness and anger could not be restrained.

Lin Zichen's face was cold and indifferent, and he slowly pulled out a few invisible sneers, and met another idiot!

"Huh! Those who dare to frame this monarch, it's not an exaggeration to smash the body a hundred times." Lin Zichen's indifferent voice was a bit impatient, but he preferred to listen to it as intoxicating like old wine.

Everyone looked at the man with their gazes, a pair of eyes like cold knives, lingering at the man.

The old man suddenly looked embarrassed. He glanced at the middle-aged man beside him and shouted: "He Jia, the city lord is usually good to you, but you are actually killing him!"

Compared with Lin Zichen's killing of the city lord, the old man knew that he was killed by the two brothers He Jia, which made him more heartbroken.

After all, the two brothers were brought up by the city lord since childhood, and they were ungrateful and killed the city lord without regard to affection.

"I..." He Jia glanced at Lin Zichen and heard the news of his brother's death. Under his cold pressure, he had no ability to think at all.

The other party seemed to see his mind, and he followed his words and said it.

He has always been stalwart, why in front of him, like the other side's puppet, answer all questions!

Such a vulnerable self made He Jia particularly despise herself, so he could just screw off this stupid head and play it for you.

Now that my brother is dead, his own life is also involved. "He Jia, you **** bastard, how can my husband be sorry for you? He has been making cattle and horses for you all these years, but hasn't he done enough? But you let him be your stepping stone, something inferior to you, a pig and a dog. , Don't you hurry up here

Apologize! "A middle-aged woman dressed in white filial obedience rushed out of the mourning hall, glaring at He Jia with tears streaming down her face.

"Madam, I, I..." He Jia went down suddenly.

This dramatic reversal made everyone unable to keep up with the rhythm.

Not to mention everyone, He Jia, who has always been domineering, seemed to be completely changed at this moment.

Everyone's eyes were instantly concentrated on Lin Zichen's superbly handsome face, the three-dimensional and deep facial features, each stroke seemed to be carefully crafted by God, and it was extremely tempting!

The women around instantly held up a passionate spring heart and looked at Lin Zichen obsessively.

Sure enough, hatred can really blind people's eyes!

Such a shocked person is only now being looked at by everyone seriously.

Lin Zichen looked at the old man with an extremely cold tone: "Since the murderer has been found, you have caught my person here, so let her out immediately."

Upon hearing this, the old man nodded quickly, and ordered the guard on the side to let go.

Now that the murderer was found, the king of the world spoke, how could he dare to neglect.

Lin Zichen stood there waiting without expression, he seemed to be out of the way, everything around him seemed incompatible with him.

The people around him refused to leave. The old man looked at it and said angrily: "What are you doing while standing? Don't hurry up to do something."

The old man finished roaring, glanced at He Jia, and shouted with all his strength: "Catch this pig and dog, who doesn't know the gratitude report, into the prison. After the city lord is out of the funeral, he will be killed to avenge the city lord."

When He Jia heard this, his whole body was full of murderous aura instantly, and the expression in his eyes became sharp.

"Haha..." He looked at the old man and smiled, "Steward Zhu, you are not dead, if it weren't for you these years, do you think the city lord will die?"

Butler Zhu stared blankly, and asked in surprise, "What do you mean by this?"

"Huh!" He Jia looked coldly angry, "If you hadn't stopped the city lord from doing things, he wouldn't have died at all. It was because of you, the old man, that he would have died so early."

"Ah..." The old man suddenly widened his eyes and looked at He Jia in disbelief, instantly wilting like an eggplant beaten by frost. "It's because the city lord didn't cooperate with you, did you kill him?" Zhu The housekeeper burst into tears for a moment.

"Not bad." He Jia glanced at Lin Zichen and said, "Long Chen, I'm fighting with you. I want to avenge my brother."

Before He Jia's voice fell, the whole person rushed at Lin Zichen desperately.

Lin Zichen glanced at him indifferently, the life-death chasing whip appeared instantly, and the silver light flashed by, like a dragon born out of the sky, the dazzling silver light flashed, He Jia only felt the waist tight, and was instantly Strangled to the ground, causing people to fall on their backs? "Ah..." He Jia only felt that his whole body was broken, and his internal organs were in pain.

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