Mu Changfeng understood that before Fang Xiaomei killed Wang Er with the corpse dispersion, she had already set up the entire chess game.

No wonder she tried her best to deliberately let Wang Er die in public, and without fear of trouble, she controlled the official officer and coroner.

The meticulous thoughts and the vicious plan are incredible.

"Miss Fang, even if it is the murderer, it will be solved with a quick knife. Why do you have to do this..." Mu Changfeng felt quite uncomfortable when he thought of Wang Er's miserable death.

When I was reading history books when I was young, I felt like this when I saw someone committing death by Lingchi. Even if it was a person who was unforgivable, beheading, so why bother torture? "Lingchi", "Cracks", "cutting in half", various criminal laws are beyond imagination. How could people be so cruel to be the spirit of all things?

"You mean I am vicious? Mu Changfeng, let me tell you that Wu De's concubine had just given birth to a son, and it was already very kind that I didn't ask him to sacrifice his own son. How dare you say I am vicious?" Fang Xiaomei looked angry and felt quite aggrieved.

Mu Changfeng opened his mouth and finally said nothing.

What can I say? Although Fang Xiaomei's tricks are fierce, she tried hard to not hurt the innocent.

Since his debut, I have seen countless evil spirits seeking revenge and countless human races who have suffered revenge. They have lost all their rationality and have completely become slaves of hatred. As long as they can vent their anger in their hearts, no matter how despicable the means are, they will never care about how many innocent people they implicate.

Fang Xiaomei retained a kind heart from beginning to end and hated Wang San extremely, but she was willing to save his congenital deficiencies.

He hated Wu De very much, but he was unwilling to arrange a tragedy on earth where tigers and tigers eat poison.

Mu Changfeng believed that as long as Fang Xiaomei was willing, with her means and ability, the murderers who killed Xin Li would be uneasy. If she didn't do this, what else can she blame?

To treat the person with his own way, Fang Xiaomei just hopes that the murderers will feel the pain before Xin Li's death, and Mu Changfeng cannot find a suitable reason to stop him.

"Hahaha..." Wu De suddenly burst into laughter. It turned out that he had inhaled a lot of mandala fragrance and hallucinations appeared in front of him.

All the beauties with ice-skinned and jade-like bones piled up into mountains appear.

The beauties all showed sweet smiles, and their willow waists were singing and dancing around him. Some stretched out their long snake-like arms and hugged his neck, while others gently opened their red lips and rubbed them against his face.

The mountains of gold and silver are shining with intoxicating light under the sunshine.

Amid the laughter, Wu De saw a set of officials worn by the prime minister falling from the sky and automatically put them on him. The civil and military officials of the current dynasty kowtowed together and shouted at the Prime Minister.

Wu De suddenly felt that it was a shortcoming. Being the prime minister was really good. Being one person was inferior to tens of thousands. If there was no one who suppressed him, it would be perfect and there would be no regrets in life.

As soon as this idea appeared, the emperor of the dynasty immediately appeared in front of him and said, "I am talented and knowledgeable, and I am worthy of being the king of a country. Looking at the world, only Prime Minister Wu can take on this great task. Come on, I will give you my dragon robe and make the dragon throne, and the empress and concubines are all yours."

Wu De took the dragon robe, happily put it on his body, walked up the steps, and sat on the dragon throne.

The abdicated emperor kowtowed together with all civil and military officials, shouting long live long live long live long live long.

Wu De was so happy that he was so obsessed with the fact that the beauty who had danced before rushed over, undressed and did her best.

Wu De kissed this, touched that, picked the most beautiful one and pulled it into his arms and kissed it wildly.

All the beauty is just illusion, and Wu De was addicted to it and didn't realize it yet.

Mu Changfeng and Fang Xiaomei kept watching. After Wu De laughed blindly, his hands and feet danced wildly, looking at the void for a while, and then appearing crazy. Finally, he sat on a stone with protruding edges, kissed, and made a slight look. Finally, he grabbed a dead fish on the shore, held the fish's lips in his mouth, his face flushed and his breathing was violent.

Mu Changfeng's scalp was numb and he felt disgusted. Fang Xiaomei covered her mouth and sneered, leaning forward and backward.

"Have you seen how powerful Mandala is?" Fang Xiaomei held back her smile and said softly.

Mu Changfeng retching a few times, patted his heart and said, "What hallucinations did he have?"

Fang Xiaomei said: "A lustful and greedy guy like him must have seen the beautiful girl Jinyin. He must now think he is in a gentle country."

Mu Changfeng said: "You still have the antidote. You have to wake him up before I can ask Senior Sister Xin about it."

Fang Xiaomei took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve and stuffed it into Mu Changfeng's hand. He gently walked out of the mandala flower bush.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of rolling in the pool. With a dragon's roar, a thick black air overflowed from the pool and rushed into the sky, covering the afternoon sun.

The world is very dark, and there is a storm coming.

Fang Xiaomei quickly pulled Mu Changfeng back to the mandala flower bush. Just now she hid her, and huge waves were stirred up in the pool.

A white dragon hovered into the air, and with a long roar, it turned into a young man in white clothes and fell in front of Wu De.

Mu Changfeng looked carefully and saw that the young man in white was browsing and starry eyes, which was a beautiful man rare in his life. He had the elegance of a scholar and the heroic spirit of a martial arts man.

He was holding a white jade flute in his hand, and the peach-colored tassels swung gently in the wind. The tassels were filled with the fragrance of apricot blossoms, which was filled with fragrance and refreshing.

"What a beautiful and elegant man, but unfortunately, the gold and jade are all over the place." Mu Changfeng sighed in his heart, feeling very regretful.
Chapter completed!