Lin Yuan woke up early in the morning, washed up, and walked straight out of the room to the mourning hall.

The scene in the mourning hall surprised him, and the coffin was covered with ashes and bones, and Lin Zhen'er was gone. Seeing the woods not far away, the broken branches and leaves were everywhere, and it was a mess.

Lin Yuan was shocked and couldn't help but feel sad, touching the coffin and crying silently.

For several days, he has been thinking hard, hoping to find a way to successfully resurrect Lin Baoer without sacrificing him.

The ashes in the coffin completely cut off his hopes. Lin Yuan suddenly hated himself, hated himself for his weakness, and even more hated his incompetence.

If you want to save your relatives, you can't save them. After the reckless and impulse caused a disaster, others will have to work hard to save him.

He kept reflecting on what he had done in a daze. Before Zhao Jinlong left, he repeatedly told him to be careful in his words and actions and learn more. The result was that he was still the same as before, and he could not solve the problem, and in the end he would implicate his relatives and brothers.

Suddenly, when he heard the sound of the gate being pushed open, Mingxu walked into the yard with a serious expression, holding the urn in both hands, silently walked into the mourning hall, carefully and carefully put Lin Baoer's ashes into the altar and handed them to Lin Yuan.

"Thank you, Brother Ming," Lin Yuan didn't bother to wipe away his tears and solemnly took the urn. "It must be Changfeng and his uncle who burned Baoer's body. Zhen'er fought with them and escaped after losing. I slept to death, but I didn't hear anything. The grudge was finally over."

Mingxu said: "It was Lin Zhen'er who burned her sister's body with her own hands."

"What?" Lin Yuan was even more shocked. He shook his hands and almost threw the urn to the ground. He hugged him hard, "What's going on, how is it possible?"

Mingxu was unwilling to say what he saw secretly last night, and smiled faintly, saying, "Everyone should be hungry. I'll go to the kitchen to make some delicious food. Please tell the senior, don't worry, the huge problem will be solved."

Lin Yuan didn't know what Ming Xu meant at all, but felt that his expression and tone had an abnormal indifference. This indifference was not relieved, but was worrying. As for why he was worried, Lin Yuan couldn't explain it clearly.

They returned to the wing room with full of suspicion. Mu Changfeng and Zhao Zhuoyan had just woken up and got up. Seeing the urn in Lin Yuan's arms, they looked at each other, sighed, then fetched water to wash, and were busy in an orderly manner.

Lin Yuan was full of questions, and he didn't know where to ask. Seeing that the two of them were silent, he also showed a completely different silence and tranquility in the past.

He knew that even if he didn't ask, the two of them would clearly state that the wind was sunny and the wind was gentle this morning, and Lin Yuan could feel a storm coming, and he didn't want to destroy the peace before the storm came.

The breakfast time was delayed a little, so Mingxu personally delivered the hot soup and hot dishes to the three-person room. This meal was rare and hearty, with vegetables and fish, meat and meat, meat and meat, wine and pastries, with a strong aroma and steaming heat.

Mingxu smiled and said, "I have loved cooking since I was a child, and I only showed my skills today. You must eat more."

Mu Changfeng's heart moved and looked at Mingxu intently, and found that his smile was vaguely different from the past. What was different, and he couldn't figure it out for a moment.

Mingxu brought the last dish, which was a plate of fried loofah, as green as jade, and crystal clear. He put the fried loofah on the table, wanted to say something, opened his mouth a few times, and finally said nothing. His words turned into a smile, nodded to the three of them, closed the door and left.

The three of them looked at the table with delicious dishes, but they all had no appetite.

Zhao Zhuoyan seemed to be intentional, but also laughed intentionally, saying, "Why is this kid cooking so many dishes? It's definitely not to entertain me, but to practice it for us."

Mu Changfeng lowered his head and played with a pair of bamboo chopsticks, thinking about Mingxu's abnormal behavior. After hearing Zhao Zhuoyan's words, he immediately woke up. Mingxu's smile was calm and gentle, vaguely different from the past, and it was not Mu Changfeng's illusion.

Mingxu's smile contains a sense of tragic and tragic feeling of being generous and self-sacrificing for others, which is exactly the difference from the past.

After figuring this out, Mu Changfeng immediately rushed out like an arrow, quietly and as fast as lightning, kicking open Mingxu's door.

Mingxu was sitting upright at the table, holding a very ordinary sharp knife in his hand, and a letter was placed on the table.

Seeing Mu Changfeng, Mingxu's face changed and he raised his dagger and stabbed him in the heart.

Mu Changfeng didn't have time to think too much, so he rushed over and grabbed the sharp knife in Mingxu's hand. The biting pain calmed him down.

Some are depressed and some are regretful.

Mingxu committed suicide, which was actually the best way to solve the problem. Zhao Zhuoyan's hands were not stained with Mingxu's blood, so he would not have gone to the point where Fang Zhiqiang was incompatible, and naturally he would not have no choice but to fulfill Lin Zhen'er's wish.

Such a vicious thought flashed in his heart. Mu Changfeng was stunned by his thoughts. He was still praying secretly last night, hoping that Mingxu would be safe all his life. Just after a few hours, he regretted saving Mingxu who wanted to commit suicide.

"I saw everything last night," Mingxu's eyes shone with tears, his voice trembling, but his expression was unwavering. "It is the best way to die in my own hands."

Mu Changfeng was determined to punish himself for his vicious thoughts just now, and he used force on his hand to make the wound deeper, saying, "I regard Brother Ming as my best friend, and I will never allow you to die." After that, he grabbed the sharp knife and threw it on the ground.

Mu Changfeng picked up the letter on the table and tore it to pieces, saying, "Are you leaving a suicide note for your family? You have stopped committing suicide as soon as possible."

"I know that Brother Changfeng has been trying to find a way to save me," Mingxu was grateful and moved. He bandaged Mu Changfeng's wound and said, "You and Miss Fang are trying their best to save my life. What's the virtue of me? I want you to worry so much."

Mu Changfeng said: "If Brother Ming is thinking about our good things, please stop doing stupid things."

Mingxu said: "It is because I am grateful to you that I don't want you to cause enemies for me. It is because I am grateful to Miss Fang that I don't want Senior Zhao to be forced to cast the Demon-killing Sword."

Mu Changfeng said: "So you understand everything."

Mingxu said: "Last night, I listened secretly, learned some things, and understood some things. In order to save Brother Lin, Senior Zhao lied that he wanted to join his younger brother to forge the Demon-killing Sword. I could guess the intention of Senior. During the period when he rushed to the Flame Valley of the Demon Mountain, as long as someone unsealed the seal of the corpse and Miss Fang turned into a blood demon, she could naturally subdue Lin Zhen'er."

Mu Changfeng had known that he was smart, but he was still surprised and stared at him blankly.

Mingxu said: "Senior thought he had fooled Lin Zhen'er, but Lin Zhen'er didn't trust him at all, so she came up with such a big problem. Although Miss Fang is a common friend of me, she is like a sister with Xiuyu. How could she watch Xiuyu be a widow?"

Mu Changfeng said: "That's true. For the sake of the people I care about, my senior sister can go up to the mountain of swords and fall into the sea of ​​fire."

Mingxu said: "Once Senior Zhao kills me, he will definitely become a life-and-death enemy with Miss Fang. Apart from joining his younger brother to forge the Demon-killing Sword, there is no way to save his life. If Senior Zhao cannot bear to kill me, everyone will accompany Miss Baoer to bury him, so that he can't move forward or retreat. This is Lin Zhen'er's cleverness."

Mu Changfeng was amazed and looked at Mingxu with admiration.

He and Zhao Zhuoyan were both people with all the mechanisms, and Fang Zhiliang and Lin Zhen'er were also cunning people, but their scheming and scheming were tempered by bloody storms. Mingxu was just an ordinary farmer, who had never been involved in the world and lived a stable life in a small farmyard.

Every time something big happens, he can predict it very accurately. This person's shrewdness is unprecedented.

What is even more rare is that Mingxu has a kind heart that sacrifices himself for others, which is also rare in the world.
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