Ye Qingluo rolled his eyes, looked "You're an idiot", and glanced at Fan Huyuan: "In front of you, I will destroy the corpse? Are you stupid?"
Fan Nuyuan's choked face was white and red, and he looked angry, but he didn't dare to attack.
Ye Qingluo didn't pay attention to others.
He lifted the body of the female disciple, and then dragged her face, exposing that dark face to the eyes of the master of Linglong Hall.
"Does the master of Linglong Hall think that this poison seems to have been applied just now?" Ye Qingluo asked with a smile.
The faces of the female disciples were all purple-black from poisoning.
It's terrible.
The master of Linglong Hall glanced at the female disciple's body: "It's not like that."
Ye Qingluo put the female disciple back on the ground, took out a handkerchief, wiped her hands, and said, "According to what Fan Huyuan said, she saw me bullying these female disciples before Ban Zhuxiang, Ban Zhu After incense, the female disciple was poisoned."
"Then may I ask, how did I let the poison of these female disciples go deep into the bone marrow within half a stick of incense?"
When Ye Qingluo asked this sentence, a pair of long and narrow eyes were curved.
The words that could be exported were sonorous and forceful, like a boulder, falling heavily on Fan Huyuan's heart.
Fan Nuyuan was frightened and trembled all over.
His eyelashes trembled, and he didn't dare to look at Ye Qingluo again.
Heart, beating uneasy.
This young girl obviously looks no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.
But it has such a powerful momentum.
Just one look made her a little out of breath.
Seeing that Fan Huyuan was panicked, he was about to show his feet.
Ye Qing's eyebrows and eyes were even more curved, and her voice was extremely low, so deep that it made people's heart tighten: "I have another question about this, why... You saw me bullying you Linglong before the half stick of incense The female disciple of the temple, as a guardian, is standing by and watching?"
"Obviously, you can stand up and stop it. Why do you need to go to the judicial court and call three judicial elders?"
Ye Qing paused, stroking her pink lips with slender fingers like jade, smiling sweetly, "For this, I hope Fan Nuyuan can give a reasonable explanation."
"I, I..." Fan Huyuan was pressed by one sentence after another, and his mind went blank for a moment.
Actually, these questions are easy to answer.
However, when Ye Qingluo's smiling but treacherous eyes looked over.
I was so full of thoughts that I couldn't utter a single word.
This sense of oppression.
Dean Fan only felt it in the body of the Lord of Linglong Hall.
"Cough..."
San Judicial, who had been a bystander, coughed lightly, and walked slowly towards Ye Qingluo and the master of Linglong Hall: "Fan Huyuan has been in Linglong Hall for decades, and his loyalty to Linglong Hall... we all see In my eyes, I believe Fan Nuyuan will not attack you for no reason."
The implication is...
She believed Fan Nuyuan's words.
He also believed that Ye Qingluo had indeed insulted the new female disciple.
Then, the three justices were gentle and gentle, looking like an old peacemaker, and cupped their hands towards the master of Linglong hall: "Master, if both sides insist on their own opinions, this matter should be investigated carefully, and no outsiders can see it." It's a joke of our Linglong Hall."
Her words, although gentle.
But the meaning expressed between the words is extremely obvious——
Ye Qingluo is just one person.
We have to trust our own family.
If for Ye Qingluo, an outsider, he doubted his own family.
Isn't it a joke