Bei Ming Haotian understood, his slightly reddened eyes narrowing; Ximen Ruiyun's meaning couldn't be clearer.
"Young Master Ximen, please watch your words. Don't jump to conclusions before the cause of her death is clearly investigated." Ximen Ruiyun's words could easily cause misunderstandings and inflict even more harm on Haotian's heart.
“Miss Nangong, please understand my feelings. Nan Ying grew up with Xue'er since childhood. In my heart, she is like a younger sister. How can I possibly control myself?” Ximen Ruiyun said angrily, turning his head away from Nangong Ziyan. Thinking of the letter he had just seen in Xue'er's room, he was even more puzzled. At the same time, he had found another breakthrough in what he wanted to do: the Shennong Scripture.
“Young Master Ximen’s feelings are deep and profound, and Ziyan can naturally understand that. However, the truth that Young Master Ximen wants also needs time. Nan Ying has only been dead for less than half an incense stick’s time, and her body is still warm. Ziyan believes that the murderer must still be here. Give Ziyan half an hour, and Ziyan will give Young Master Ximen the truth.”
Nangong Ziyan said earnestly that from now on, she would not let Haotian bear the reputation of being a devil and a monster.
"Yan'er, there's no need for that..."
"Haotian." Nangong Ziyan immediately interrupted Beiming Haotian. She knew what Haotian wanted to say. However, only the facts could prove that this matter had nothing to do with him. Otherwise, tomorrow the streets would be full of rumors about Haotian. On the night of the full moon, Haotian's demonic heart was unleashed, and he used human blood to control the demonic heart in his body. This was a hot topic among the continents, and this matter would definitely be exaggerated by those with ulterior motives.
"Yan'er." Bei Ming Haotian looked at her with gratitude. She really didn't need to do this. To him, Bei Ming Haotian, taking on the debt of another life was nothing. He knew in his heart why she did this.
"Haotian, trust Yan'er. Yan'er won't let you be misunderstood by the world anymore." Nangong Ziyan smiled gently at Beiming Haotian, which stung the eyes of the group.
Baili Jun'ao unconsciously walked to the back of the crowd, while Fei Ping stood behind Nangong Ziyan, watching the surroundings warily.
"Miss Nangong, how do you intend to reveal the truth to everyone?"
Baili Yuechan said with a smile. She was certain that Nangong Ziyan was talking big. How could someone with such low cultivation level be easily crushed by others and find the murderer? What made her even more hateful was the seductive look in the Demon Lord's eyes. Why didn't she put in more effort and make her lose face?
"Miss Baili, please calm down."
Seeing the mockery in Baili Yuechan's eyes that didn't reach her smile, Nangong Ziyan knew that she was planning to make a fool of herself.
At this moment, everyone looked at Nangong Ziyan with great interest, wanting to see how she would find out the truth.
"Then Miss Nangong, please begin! An hour is not a long time." Ximen Ruiyun was eager to know what she planned to do. In her eyes, Nangong Ziyan was innocent and harmless.
“Okay!” Nangong Ziyan didn’t mince words. Gone was her previous naivety. Her still-childish face now held an expression of having seen through the ways of the world.
This sudden change caused Bei Minghaotian's heart to ache uncontrollably; he truly hadn't seen through her...
Fei Ping's eyes flickered. Only a few of them, who had grown up with her, knew of her intelligence. A dull ache lingered in her heart. Her brilliance would slowly and fully unfold before the world.
Baili Jun'ao and the others became even more interested and squeezed behind Nangong Ziyan. Tian Haoze also had a big smile on his face. She knew it! There were things about this little thing that he couldn't see through.
“Everyone, please look. You only see the teeth marks on the deceased’s neck, but you’ve overlooked the bloodstains beneath the body and the deceased’s expression,” Nangong Ziyan pointed out the first suspicious point.
“Miss Nangong, the person is dead, what does her expression have to do with it?” Ximen Ruiyun instantly felt that Nangong Ziyan was stalling for time. Can a dead person still have an expression?
-End of this chapter-
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