Xu Youtong was shocked from ear to ear, "What did you say? How dare you..."
"Why don't you dare?" Fang Zilan interrupted Xu Youtong's words with a cold voice, "Master Xu, you know very well what kind of person I am. Killing is the method I am most comfortable with."
"You..." Xu Youtong took a breath, lowered his head and looked at the things in his hands carefully. The black and white words on the paper were all written by Mo Han, "These are the laws and regulations written by Mo Han, and they are also his daily practice work. Nothing is Impossible……"
"Practice?" Fang Zilan politely stopped what Xu Youtong was saying, "Master Xu, do you really want to explain it to me in such a high-sounding way?"
"Fang Zilan, you are so rude!" Mrs. Xu bravely stepped forward and stretched out her hand to try to protect Xu Yi.
Fang Zilan clearly saw Mrs. Xu's little thoughts and immediately pushed Xu Yi over. The mother and son staggered. If Xu Youtong hadn't helped him from behind, they would have fallen to the ground.
"Am I rude?" Fang Zilan pursed her lips, and the lines on her face became sharper under the candlelight. "Mrs. Xu, the person who died today was Mo Han, not your son Xu Yi."
"So what?" Mrs. Xu said impatiently as she hurriedly untied the rope for Xu Yi: "People like Mo Han will die if they die..."
"Mo Han, the son of Mushan Pass guard Mo Bin, his brother also has an official position." Fang Zilan said sternly every word: "In terms of background, he is no different from your son Xu Yi. In terms of human relationships, he is the one I am here with. The only relative in the world is even worse than your son."
She paused, her eyes like daggers, killing people invisible, "I lost Mo Han because of you, so naturally I want you to taste what it feels like to have a loved one die in front of your eyes."
After she said that, she pulled Xu Yi over so fast that Xu Youtong and his wife had no time to react. They could only watch as the dagger in her hand was pressed against the side of Xu Yi's neck.
"Fang Zilan, you are a person who deserves to die, why do you want to commit murder again?" Xu Youtong's voice shook imperceptibly, but he still maintained his composure on his face, "As long as you leave here, I can treat it as today Nothing happened."
"Master Xu is as cruel and ruthless as me." Fang Zilan sneered, "There are forty-nine corpses outside, and you can actually say it in an understatement and pretend that nothing happened."
Xu Youtong's expression froze, and he rubbed his neck and said: "Fang Zilan, if anyone else knew that you were still alive, would you still have a way to survive? Fang family, would there still be a way to survive?"
"Now that things have happened, Mr. Xu still wants to threaten me? He is overestimating his capabilities." Fang Zilan raised the corners of her lips and said sarcastically, "If there is no one alive in the Xu family tonight, who will know that I am still alive?"
"Fang Zilan, why are you so extreme?" Xu Youtong said angrily: "It's true that Mo Han acted for my son in the New Year's social drama, and it's true that he died because of it, but his death was not caused by the actions of my Xu family. Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. , if you want to seek revenge, why don’t you go find the real murderer?”
"Master Xu speaks so righteously, do you think you can clean up the Xu family?" Fang Zilan's smile became even brighter, but there was no smile in her eyes. "I would like to ask Master Xu, do you look like a fool at the New Year's social opera? What kind of crime is it to find someone to act as a substitute?"
Cold sweat broke out on Xu Yi's forehead, and Fang Zilan snorted, "Why, Mr. Xu can't tell you?"
For a moment, the room was eerily quiet, with only the sound of heavy breathing, showing the owner's anxiety, "Are you Fang Zilan?"
Xu Yi's voice broke the silence as if he was waking up from a dream. Fang Zilan glanced at him sideways, "Mr. Xu, what did you remember?"
"No..." Xu Yi was about to shake his head when his skin was cut by the dagger on the side of his neck, and he grimaced in pain.
Fang Zilan was too lazy to talk to Xu Yi, and looked directly at Xu Youtong and his wife who were sweating profusely with fear but did not dare to get close. She continued talking to herself, "Master Xu, Mrs. Xu, I don't expect you to treat Mo Han too much." Okay, but Li Shengxuan trusts you, I think you will at least not treat him harshly and treat him as a living person, which should be possible."
As she spoke, her eyes fell on the stack of papers in Xu Youtong's hand, "I found this in the master's room, but it was only a small part of it, and there were two large boxes that I didn't take over. In addition, in Mo Han's I also found a box in his room."
"What do you mean?" Xu Youtong's hands tightened, almost crushing the paper.
"Mo Han has only been in your Xu family for a few months, but he has written something that should have taken several years to write." Fang Zilan's voice was astringent, "Have you ever thought about whether Mo Han's body can handle this kind of burning of oil? ? You have never thought about it. As long as Xu Yi can shine in the Ministry of Justice and rise to prominence from then on, what if Mo Han is squeezed dry? "
Xu Youtong moved his lips, but before he could say anything in defense, Fang Zilan continued: "You have never cared about Mo Han's life or death, so if he died on behalf of your son, you wouldn't think there is anything wrong, right? "
"No..." Xu Yi was about to shake his head when his skin was cut by the dagger on the side of his neck, and he grimaced in pain.
Fang Zilan was too lazy to talk to Xu Yi, and looked directly at Xu Youtong and his wife who were sweating profusely with fear but did not dare to get close. She continued talking to herself, "Master Xu, Mrs. Xu, I don't expect you to treat Mo Han too much." Okay, but Li Shengxuan trusts you, I think you will at least not treat him harshly and treat him as a living person, which should be possible."
As she spoke, her eyes fell on the stack of papers in Xu Youtong's hand, "I found this in the master's room, but it was only a small part of it, and there were two large boxes that I didn't take over. In addition, in Mo Han's I also found a box in his room."
"What do you mean?" Xu Youtong's hands tightened, almost crushing the paper.
"Mo Han has only been in your Xu family for a few months, but he has written something that should have taken several years to write." Fang Zilan's voice was astringent, "Have you ever thought about whether Mo Han's body can handle this kind of burning of oil? ? You have never thought about it. As long as Xu Yi can shine in the Ministry of Justice and rise to prominence from then on, what if Mo Han is squeezed dry? "
Xu Youtong moved his lips, but before he could say anything in defense, Fang Zilan continued: "You have never cared about Mo Han's life or death, so if he died on behalf of your son, you wouldn't think there is anything wrong, right? "
As she spoke, her eyes fell on the stack of papers in Xu Youtong's hand, "I found this in the master's room, but it was only a small part of it, and there were two large boxes that I didn't take over. In addition, in Mo Han's I also found a box in his room."
"What do you mean?" Xu Youtong's hands tightened, almost crushing the paper. . . .
