The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

Ever since Yi Huaizhi entered the mansion, Meng Xuanhe has never seen Ying Wugui in the mansion again.

Combined with Ying Wugui's reminder to her, she couldn't help but wonder whether Ying Wugui had a grudge against Yi Huaizhi.

Yi Huaizhi was injured and did not want to cause panic in Sun Moon Villa, so he temporarily stayed in her mansion.

He was still so gentle and elegant, calm and composed. I don't know if it was Ying Wugui's words that made Meng Xuanhe more wary of him.

Two days later, Yi Huaizhi's injuries had healed a little and he was able to get out of bed and walk.

Meng Xuanhe was just about to go find him and ask about the person who hurt him that day when he saw Yi Huaizhi coming out of the house and walking straight out of the mansion.

She instinctively knew that she couldn't get anything out of him, but Yi Huaizhi's trip must be related to the person who hurt him.

So, Meng Xuanhe used an invisibility spell, secretly followed Yi Huai, and followed him out of the house.

Yi Huaizhi paused for a moment, then continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

His route seemed to be the path where the fight took place that day. Meng Xuanhe followed him calmly, but when he turned the corner, he found that he had lost him.

Meng Xuanhe looked back with some regret. Since she had lost the person, she should go back home. Otherwise, she might not be able to find him even if she walked all over Yangzhou.

Suddenly, a purple light came from overhead, enveloping Meng Xuan and everyone else.

The light was very warm, like the spring breeze and the sunshine.

It was extremely faint, so faint that Meng Xuanhe didn't even notice that faint light.

Meng Xuanhe went straight back home, but he kept thinking about this matter and couldn't even read peacefully in the pavilion outside the house.

After a while, there was a knock on the door. Meng Xuanhe frowned. Could it be that Yi Huaizhi came back?

Just as she was about to open the door to ask him, she found that the door of her mansion was kicked open.

Meng Xuanhe stood there in astonishment, looking at the uninvited guest in front of him.

Still the same stunning face, still the same pair of calm eyes. But the white clothes were replaced with black robes, and the deep eyes could drown people.

Meng Xuanhe had thought about meeting Xie Lin again several times, maybe in the bloody and corpse-filled Nanmeng Palace, or maybe on the guillotine in a street vegetable market.

But she never expected that she would see Xie Lin again in Yangzhou, and in such a strange way.

Xie Lin frowned and was a little surprised to see Meng Xuanhe.

But it was just surprise, without any murderous intent or hatred.

Obviously Xie Lin didn't recognize him, which made Meng Xuanhe feel relieved.

"Six doors to handle the case."

Xie Lin obviously knew that his kicking the door was inappropriate. Seeing Meng Xuanhe staring at him blankly, he took out the badge from his waist, which was the emblem of the Nanmeng Six Gates.

"I wonder what the Lord wants?"

Meng Xuanhe lowered her eyes and did not look at Xie Lin. She was afraid that she would be exposed, so she simply did not face him directly.

Xie Lin's intelligence network seems to cover a wide range, not only in Beiliang, but also in private organizations such as the Six Gates. It is obvious that Xie Lin's people are also planted in the inspection agency of Nanmeng Kingdom.

Therefore, his hiding his abilities in Beiliang was all an illusion. In fact, he had already planned everything in order to deal a fatal blow to the entire Yu family.

Meng Xuanhe knew everything in his heart, but on the surface he still had to cooperate with Xie Lin's performance.

"Is this my wife's residence?"

Seeing her lowering her head, Xie Lin thought she was just a commoner who was afraid of the reputation of the Six Gates.

But why did this ordinary woman in front of him, whose appearance could only be described as pretty, give him an extremely familiar feeling?

Xie Lin was sure that he had never seen her before, but this familiarity made him too surprised.

Xie Lin calmly used his perception to get closer to Meng Xuanhe, trying to tear off her disguise. However, he found that there was no disguise or sleight of hand, so he withdrew his perception.

"Yes, sir." Meng Xuanhe nodded timidly.

"Did you see anyone suspicious?"

Xie Lin suddenly walked forward, hooked Meng Xuanhe's chin with his slender fingers, and forced her to look at him.

Meng Xuanhe had no choice but to shake his head firmly.

She used all her lifelong acting skills to face Xie Lin, fearing that she would be stabbed by Xie Lin if she was not careful.

But Xie Lin didn't seem to want to let her go. His deep, dark eyes glanced at every strand of her hair and every expression.

"You seem to resemble one of my enemies."

Xie Lin's sudden words made Meng Xuanhe's palms sweat and frightened her.

She didn't want to die at Xie Lin's hands before the plot was over.

"Really? That's unfortunate."

Meng Xuanhe smiled with his lips but not his eyes, his fingertips already dug deep into his palms, trying to suppress the panic in his heart.

During the moment of tug-of-war with Meng Xuanhe, Xie Lin had already covered the entire mansion with his inner strength, but he found that there was no trace of the person he was looking for in the mansion, and he could not help but withdraw his hand in disappointment.

Meng Xuanhe felt relieved and bowed deeply to Xie Lin.

"Your Excellency has worked hard to solve the case, so that we, the common people, can live in peace. Please take care, my Excellency. I am sorry that I cannot see you off. I wish you a bright future and a long journey."

Meng Xuanhe forced a rather sincere smile and bowed in the direction of Xie Lin.

The corners of Xie Lin's mouth twitched. She seemed to be trying to drive him away in her words.

Without finding that person, Xie Lin didn't plan to stay with Meng Xuanhe any longer. He took a deep look at Meng Xuanhe and turned to leave.

Just as he reached the threshold, a strong gust of wind blew and closed the door directly.

Xie Lin seemed to have drawn his sword in an instant and aimed it at Meng Xuan and Xue Bai's necks.

"What are you doing, sir?"

Meng Xuanhe was helpless by this sudden change and met Xie Lin's scrutinizing eyes.

Xie Lin didn't seem to want to answer his own questions, but wanted to see something from Meng Xuanhe's face.

Meng Xuanhe stretched out his index and middle fingers and carefully pushed the sword out.

Swords and knives have no eyes. If Xie Lin's hands tremble, he will be the one to suffer. Meng Xuanhe is very careful about his life.

Seeing that Xie Lin did not stop her little action, she took advantage of the situation and pushed Xie Lin's sword down. It seemed that Xie Lin did not want to kill her.

After reaching this conclusion, Meng Xuanhe felt a little relieved.

"The wind is too strong, please be careful on the road, sir."

Seeing that Xie Lin didn't say anything, Meng Xuanhe said with a smile.

Xie Lin didn't make any movement, but in the dark where the two of them couldn't see, a strange mist rose up occasionally, making people's brains feel dizzy.

Almost at the moment when the mist came, Meng Xuanhe's pupils shrank slightly. This smell was very familiar, she had smelled it on Xiao Qi before.

But Xie Lin himself has no body odor, so there is only one possibility, this smell is the fragrance of the golden and silver butterfly Gu!

Fortunately, this fragrance only has the taste of golden and silver butterfly Gu, and it does not have the effects of golden and silver butterfly Gu.

Meng Xuanhe sniffed a few times but didn't find anything unusual.

But Xie Lin in front of her was not so lucky. As a person who had been poisoned by the golden and silver butterfly Gu, Xie Lin almost lost his mind the moment the fog came.

The gloom on his face seemed to merge into the night, and his eyes were filled with a blood-stained, morbid madness.

His low voice was a little hoarse. Xie Lin leaned over and whispered to Meng Xuanhe, and his cold lips touched her earlobe.

"Princess, we meet again."

A light laugh came from his chest, somewhat nonchalant and somewhat mocking.