Mo Yu asked, "Why do you have to fold your sleeves and open your mouth?"
Zhou Tong said: "Because no one will believe that Chen Changsheng colluded with the demons, the death of that Lishan disciple can only make people doubt it, and it is not enough to shake people's belief, unless Zhexiu admits what they have done .”
As the youngest dean of the National Education Academy in history, in the eyes of many people, Chen Changsheng is very likely to become the next master of Li Palace. The Pope of the next generation—there is no brighter future in this world, and it is impossible for the demons to offer better conditions, so he naturally has no reason to betray mankind and collude with the demons to do those things.
Mo Yu was silent for a while, and asked, "Do you believe it?"
No matter how the entire continent evaluates Zhou Tong, no matter how cruel and terrifying Zhou Tong's methods are, everyone admits that Zhou Tong is unparalleled in the world in handling cases.
"Believe it or not is never the most important thing, evidence is the most important thing." Zhou Tong said: "So I will give that wolf boy another month, in fact, that month is also for myself of."
Mo Yu looked into his calm eyes and asked, "Even if the military has a lot to say about it?"
The corners of Zhou Tong's lips twitched slightly, then he smiled and said, "You think I care about this?"
Mo Yu laughed slightly and said, "I've always wondered what else do you care about besides your empress."
Zhou Tong did not answer the somewhat disrespectful words, but instead said: "Actually, I still care about some very interesting people and things, such as the dead disciple from Mount Li. If it wasn't for sure that he was really dead, I would be very I want him to be my successor."
Mo Yu looked slightly different, and asked, "Why?"
"It's rare for me to see someone who is so ruthless to me. He can be so ruthless to himself. Presumably, he has no love for this world. And this is the prerequisite for being my successor."
Of course Zhou Tong has no love for this world, not even a trace of kindness: "Furthermore, Liang Xiaoxiao's judgment of the general situation and deduction of the situation are very precise, he knows very well that even his own death is not enough to put Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu together. He was dragged into the abyss, so in the dying performance outside Zhou Yuan, he clearly divided Lishan and Jingdu into two lines, and the framing of Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu was just a matter of convenience, what he really wanted to deal with The target is Li Shan, Su Li, and of course that little girl named Qi Jian."
Hearing this passage, Mo Yu suddenly felt a little cold in his body. It turned out that Zhou Tong knew everything very clearly. He knew that Qijian was Su Li's daughter, he knew the hatred in Liang Xiaoxiao's heart, and he knew that it was all a conspiracy. .
"So you know everything..." She stared into Zhou Tong's eyes.
Zhou Tong ignored him, and continued: "Many people need Chen Changsheng to collude with the demons. Liang Xiaoxiao killed himself with the last move of the Lishanfa sword. This is really remarkable."
Mo Yu said, "Then what do you think? Didn't you say that evidence is the most important thing?"
Zhou Tong was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Chen Changsheng's teacher is Taoist Ji. No one knows what the relationship between Taoist Ji and the black robe is, so why is it impossible for Chen Changsheng to collude with the demons? And Chen Changsheng is still alive now." , since the Zhou Garden has been destroyed and so many people at the main gate have not seen him, how did he leave the Zhou Garden? The other door? Don’t forget, only the black robe knows where the other door of the Zhou Garden is.”
Mo Yu was silent for a long time, and then said: "So you really doubted him."
Zhou Tong stood up, walked to the entrance of the main hall, looked at the stars in the night sky, and said, "Liang Xiaoxiao's accusation with death is very powerful. It just so happens that there are many people in the capital who need Chen Changsheng to collude with the demons. It just so happens that Chen Changsheng's ability to leave Zhou Garden shows that he may have colluded with the demons, so of course I want to know whether he has colluded with the demons."
Mo Yu walked behind him, and said with a hint of warning: "The Pope will trust him."
Zhou Tong's expression suddenly became a little weird, and he said: "If the Pope still insists on trusting him under such circumstances, then is the Pope no longer trustworthy?"
Mo Yu suddenly felt that the gloomy aura overflowing from the ground in the front yard came here, and the air around her body became extremely cold. She didn't know what else to say in this situation.
"You should first find out what the empress thinks."
"So, what do you think?"
Zhou Tong looked at the night sky with his hands behind his back, his voice was as light as the air after the rain, his thin body looked a little bleak in the night, he really looked like a sad poet.
"Me? Thoughts on what?"
"Thoughts on Chen Changsheng."
"Do you want to die?" Mo Yu shouted angrily.
Zhou Tong's expression didn't change at all, and he said flatly: "The news that Chen Changsheng was still alive came back to the capital that day, and I heard that the flowers in the orange orchard bloomed overnight. It seems that you are really in a good mood."
The anger in Mo Yu's eyes turned into killing intent.
Zhou Tong didn't turn around, as if he didn't notice her gaze.
Mo Yu left and Zhou Tong started walking.
The whole of Kyoto and even the whole mainland know that Zhou Tong has no hobbies, except for walking and torture himself.
He was strict with others and even more strict with himself, never indulged in sensuality, let alone had the experience of unrestrained behavior, even when he was still a young man. His life is extremely regular and rigorous, and it can also be said to be boring and monotonous. Of course, he also wrote poems, poems of grief, anger and concern for the country, he also wrote memorials, and he wrote old-fashioned strategies for seeking the country. Moreover, he was the cleanest official in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty, because he was never short of money, and because no one dared to bribe him.
Fifteen black three-headed dogs were raised in Zhouyuan. This kind of powerful monster that can only be found in the depths of the Demon Realm has a deformed and terrifying appearance and extremely powerful reconnaissance and combat capabilities. The flowing black saliva can corrode the hardest metal, probably because of this reason Master Zhou Tong was not corrupted by money—those who gave bribes could not get close to his apartment. If they tried to sneak into Zhou Garden secretly to bribe him, they would become food for these black three-headed dogs. In the grass and woods around the apartment, Who knows how many human bones there are.
In the middle of the night, more than a dozen three-headed dogs stood in the night, their black and shiny skin was illuminated by the starlight, giving a strange feeling. Under the minions of these black magic dogs was a dungeon.
Zhexiu was locked in this dungeon. Fifty-five extremely thin metal chains passed through his body. Blood was everywhere on his naked skin, dried or fresh blood, and he could even be seen in many places. Sensen's bones.
After an unknown amount of time, he woke up, felt the breath coming from the ventilation hole, raised his head with some difficulty, looked there, and took several quick breaths.
A little bit of the night sky can be seen there, with a few stars. He opened his eyes and looked there, looking a little greedy. In fact, he couldn't see anything at all right now.
The depths of his pupils were a shade of lemon.
That was the color of Peacock Feather's poison mixed with blood.
A little sour.
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