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When Li De heard it, he immediately tasted the taste of flaws, but he just said: "Fabricating memories? I don't have such skills."

Song Zhen bent his lips, and followed his words: "You don't have one, but your late wife does. Old man, old man, you are so good at pretending, even Li Lianggong thinks you are so innocent." When Song Zhen said "dead wife" Li De was shocked when he heard the word two, and immediately retorted: "It's none of her business that the tea is cold after death."

Song Zhen narrowed his eyes, and combined the doubts and guesses in his heart into temptation: "It's none of her business, so whose business is it? When is the time for retribution, old man, you have to weigh it carefully. Come to Lijiazhuang..." Before he finished speaking, a small figure ran in panting. Song Zhen glanced sideways, but it was Zhuang Yin. His face was pink and white after washing, and his cheeks were slightly red because of running all the way. .

Song Zhen: "I didn't tell you to look at Li Dingling, why did you come here?"

Zhuang Yin called eagerly: "Master!"

Song Zhen frowned, bent down, and Zhuang Yin leaned close to his ear and whispered: "She fainted." Song Zhen frowned, faintly feeling that it was too coincidental, as soon as he left, Li Dingling fainted, "Why? What's going on?"

Zhuang Yin shook his head vigorously.Song Zhen's eyes suddenly became dark, straightened up, and looked at Li De, "I remember you said that Li Lianggong committed crimes, and the crimes he committed will not have anything to do with you, right? Look, old man, you can't say anything." Speaking of this, why don't you come with me? Face to face and explain clearly?"

Li De sneered: "The Li family? I have nothing to go."

Song Zhen: "Then I have no choice but to use force."

Li De: "How dare you!"

Song Zhen spread his hands: "I have nothing to dare, I'm just a Taoist priest who catches ghosts and monsters, and I never know how to write the word gentleman." Although he said domineeringly, he still stretched out his hand, "Please, old man."

Li De's hands on his knees were tightly clenched into fists, and after a long time, he let go.

For the past three days, Li De sat on a chair like a gray and decayed shadow, neither eating nor drinking, not making a sound, and now he couldn't stand up.When Song Zhen saw him for the first time, he was still a person who was wronged and aggrieved by others, and he seemed to be quite scared, but now he seemed to be reborn, sitting on the chair as if he had been waiting for Song Zhen.

Song Zhen walked over to help him.

Li De didn't refuse, and stood up with Song Zhen's hand, and walked under the sun for the first time in three days. He smiled, hiding a knife in his smile, and said something ambiguous: "It's too late."

Song Zhenmeng raised his head, met the eyes of Li De's victory ticket, and blurted out: "Why is it too late?" At the moment when his thoughts were turning and turning, he seemed to have figured out something, and he held Li De's arm tightly: " You mean that Li Lianggong is in danger now."

Li De snorted contemptuously.

Without further ado, Song Zhen mentioned Zhuang Yin and Li De from left to right, flew up, and returned to Li's residence as quickly as possible after several vertical leaps.

Li's house is very quiet, so quiet that it seems to be cut off from the outside world, so quiet that everyone's breathing can be heard, even the occasional birds that fly by in the sky pass by silently.Song Zhen called out the names of Li Lianggong and Li Dingling a few times, but there was no response in the room, only a strange silence answered him.

Li De laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe. He coughed violently several times before he could speak humanly: "I've said it before, it's too late."