Wei Zhuang.

Qin Changsheng, wearing a black and gold brocade robe, sat on the roof of the main house with a bold gesture, chewing beef jerky with his bare mouth. The chili powder sprinkled on it was gently blown away by the night wind.

When Li Lianhua walked back to the room after the dinner, he sniffed unconsciously and seemed to smell the familiar smell of chili powder. He thought about it and shook his head. He didn't know when it started, but whenever he had free time, she was the one in his mind.

Qin Changsheng, whose cheeks were sore from chewing, was quite bored. He jumped down from the roof and looked around the host's house first. He thought that the host's family was indeed quite wealthy as he could gather so many talented people from the martial arts world.

After careful selection, I finally chose a pair of peach blossom double star swords, a pair of amber glass lamps, and a blue sky yin and yang mirror.

Carrying bags on her back, she leaped over the eaves. She was in a good mood and thought that if she had known earlier, she would have been a thief from the beginning instead of being a killer, which was exhausting.

She walked through the rooms of the people who came to attend the Yipinfen funeral almost as if it were flat ground. When she arrived at Fang Duo's sick room, she first saw that the cakes on the table were half eaten.

I can't help but raise my eyebrows. The eldest young master's affluence has finally been cured. Life has smoothed out his edges.

It seems there is no need to look for it. The young master is alone and can't afford to spend a penny.

It seemed quite pitiful when he looked at it this way. After thinking about it, Qin Changsheng went to the kitchen, took out a lunch box of dishes, and placed them one by one on the table in Fang Duobing's room.

It is very suitable for the taste of Fang Duobing, a gourmet.

Finally, it was Li Lianhua's residence. Qin Changsheng placed the stolen things in a place that pleased her, walked to her bedside and sat down.

He seemed to be in a nightmare, sometimes thinking of his senior brother, sometimes hearing the murmur of a flying flute.

Qin Changsheng sighed and placed his warm fingertips on his forehead.

Suddenly, a cool feeling washed away the nightmares of Li Lianhua in his mind, and was replaced by a cool breeze.

His breathing gradually became steady, and Qin Changsheng let go of his hand and jumped back onto the beam.

What woke him up was the shouting of the lion and tiger duo.

As he ran out of the room, he noticed a flash of light on the corner of the table. It seemed different from the original bronze mirror. After meeting up with Fang Duobing, they looked at each other and rushed towards the source of the sound. On the way, Fang Duobing said something incoherent: "People from Wei Zhuang sneaked into my room."

When the two arrived at the place, they saw that Zhang Qingshi's head was missing and scarlet blood was flowing around his body. A lot of the bright blood was splashed on the window curtains.

Qin Changsheng sat on the roof on the other side, observing everyone in the house. This was her first time seeing Li Lianhua solve a case, and the third perspective was very novel.

Like watching a TV series.

It's quite delicious, but the bloody scenes are not blurred, which affects the mood a bit.

Although they couldn't hear what they were saying, it seemed that Li Lianhua had pointed out the key, and everyone immediately followed his words to look for clues.

It seems like he's treating him like the boss? What kind of identity is this creating for himself?

Everyone gathered in the yard, ready to cause trouble for the kid, but unexpectedly, the owner of the manor stopped them at this time and revealed to everyone in public that there was someone from Baichuan Courtyard mixed in. When Fang Duobing saw his companions in trouble, he stood up without saying a word and spoke for them, but was suspected by everyone.

Qin Changsheng, who was hiding on the side, was like watching Conan but someone circled out the murderer and gave away the spoiler. He twirled his fingertips, and the steel blade that was used as a decoration on her sleeve flew out and slapped Fang Duobing's wrist hard.

He was about to stop Master Wei's hand, but he immediately pointed at Gu Fengxin, "Murderer..."

(Maybe it's someone else)

But before he could finish his words, his hands moved faster than he did, making the people present think that he meant the murderer was Gu Fengxin. The man immediately became angry and said, "What do you mean? Su Shou Shusheng, are you really going to let your assistant slander me like this?"

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