Wei Ling piled the collected things on the table. Seeing the look of disgust on Song Yizhi's eyes and eyebrows, he said, "Shall I keep it for you first?"
Song Yizhi responded, then raised his eyes and looked over.
Many people still had greed in their eyes that had not yet been restrained, but due to Song Yizhi's decisive and straightforward murderous act just now, they did not dare to act rashly for a while.
But as long as there is enough time, the seeds of greed that have sprouted in their hearts will grow quickly. Under the trend of interests such as spiritual stones and magic weapons, they will kill people and seize treasures.
This is the human heart.
Withdrawing her gaze, Song Yizhi bent over and sat on the stool. She raised her head and looked at Lan Qianqian beside her, "Junior sister Lan, why have you been able to enter the secret realm for so long without being harmed?"
Who wouldn’t divert trouble to the east?
Lan Qianxi said without thinking, "Of course it's because..."
"Don't tell me it's because you have a high level of cultivation and you are a new disciple of the Changqiu Sect." Song Yizhi interrupted Lan Qianqian's words. Her tone was calm, "I am fine because I have many magic weapons.
What about you? If you are not Shaoyao, why can you be safe?"
Song Yizhi's understatement directly blocked all Lan Qianqian's escape routes.
Lan Qianqian took her time and showed a clear smile, "Of course I don't have as many magic weapons as Senior Sister Song. I didn't go very far before I was teleported here."
Lan Qianxi's words "There are many magic weapons" made the greed in those people's hearts flourish.
Before Song Yizhi could speak, Lan Qianqian asked back, "Can Senior Sister Song conclude that I am Shaoyao based on this reason?"
Song Yizhi raised his eyebrows, "Why not?"
"Then can I also think that Senior Sister Song is a peony based on this dress?" Lan Qianqian decisively used her strength, and she pressed forward step by step, "Senior Sister Song, what's the problem if you admit it? Just go up for us.
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These words seemed to confirm that Song Yizhi must be Shaoyao.
Song Yizhi rolled his eyes, but there was no smile in them, "I dare to go up, but do you dare to go up?"
In front of everyone, Lan Qianqian couldn't say she didn't dare, but she firmly believed that she was not Shaoyao.
So, she said, "I'm not a peony, so why don't I dare?"
There was no need for Lan Qianqian to speak. After Song Yizhi handed Xiao Xizi to Wei Ling, he held up the hem of his skirt and walked around the corpse toward the stage.
When Song Yizhi came to stand next to Mu Dan, Lan Qianqian's breathing became a little faster.
She was waiting for Peony to confirm that Song Yizhi was Shaoyao!
Unfortunately, things went counterproductive.
Peony, who was leaning in the chair, remained motionless and showed no reaction at all.
Obviously, Song Yizhi was not the Shaoyao she was looking for.
Song Yizhi raised his eyebrows and then gave Wei Ling a look.
Wei Ling understood.
"Is this enough to prove that she is not Shaoyao?" Wei Ling deliberately spoke loudly to attract attention, "Lan Qianqian, is it your turn now?!"
Lan Qianqian looked at Peony, who had no reaction at all, with disbelief in her eyes.
Not Song Yizhi!?
How is that possible!
Song Yizhi slowly walked down from the stage.
Lan Qianxi adjusted her expression and looked at Wei Ling, but no matter how she adjusted her expression, she still showed a bit of resentment.
Wei Ling was not afraid at all, "I know you have a grudge against Yizhi, and you deliberately diverted trouble today, but she has proven her innocence. Lan Qianqian, for the safety of all of us, hurry up!"
There is a saying that goes, follow other people’s paths and leave others with no way to go!
Wei Ling's words directly mobilized many people.
"Hurry up, we don't want to die!"
"That's right, everyone has proven their innocence, so hurry up!"
"If you don't go, we will take action!"
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For the first time, Lan Qianxi felt the power of human words. Amidst those threats, she could only walk forward step by step.
After Lan Qianqian went up, the peonies on the stage seemed to have been suddenly infused with soul.
Her empty eyes slowly focused, and then she stared straight at Lan Qianqian.
Lan Qianxi's body tensed up instantly.
No, definitely not myself!
Song Yizhi must have done something!
Seeing this, the people below breathed a sigh of relief.
But Lan Qianxi's complexion looked ugly to the naked eye.
Wei Ling glanced at Song Yizhi, and the two exchanged glances.
Wei Ling stood up and saluted the peony on the table, and said with some respect, "Senior, now that you have found the peony, your obsession..."
Mudan moved her eyes to fall on Wei Ling, and after staying on her for a second, her eyes fell on Song Yizhi.
Mudan acted like a normal person, she raised her lips and smiled softly, "Oh, young people, don't worry, I think you are tired too, you can just find a room to rest for a while."
The entire Peony Building felt strangely empty, and I didn't know where the wind came from to stir the gauze.
Those people dare not act rashly.
Song Yizhi stood up and called Wei Ling to go to the stairs.
Song Yizhi walked directly up the stairs. She walked to the door of Shaoyao's house and raised her hand to push the door open.
The decoration inside the house was exactly the same as what Song Yizhi had seen before.
Song Yizhi walked in and went straight to the bed.
Wei Ling followed, she closed the door and walked over.
Song Yizhi squatted down while holding the edge of the bed and took a look. There were no melon seed shells under the bed.
Song Yizhi started to use his brain.
This is a brand new Peony Building, but the layout here is exactly the same as the Peony Building that I blew up before.
Song Yizhi turned around and sat on the bed.
Wei Ling sat next to her and saw Song Yizhi deep in thought, but did not bother her.
"Dong dong dong."
The knock on the door forcibly brought Song Yizhi out of his thoughts.
Song Yizhi unusually did not ask who it was, but directly said, "Come in."
Lan Minjun opened the door and walked in gracefully, followed by Rong Yan.
Wei Ling went to see Song Yizhi and saw that she was not surprised, so he knew that she had guessed who was coming.
Rong Yan closed the door with his backhand.
Lan Minjun raised his hand and said in a gentle voice, "Miss Song, Miss Wei."
"Miss Song, Miss Wei." Rong Yan's somewhat cold and calm voice sounded.
Song Yizhi nodded slightly in return.
Wei Ling did not dare to be like Song Yizhi. She stood up and raised her hand to salute, "Good morning, young masters."
After saying hello, Song Yizhi raised his hand to say hello.
Lan Minjun and Rong Yan sat at the table outside the bead curtain. Then, Rong Yan raised his hand to build a barrier to block outside prying eyes.
Looking at Song Yizhi's calm and beautiful face, Lan Minjun smiled softly, "Miss Song seems to know that we two are visiting?"
"Before the secret realm appeared, you two invited me to form a team." Song Yizhi crossed his legs, feeling lazy and casual. "At that time, I was thinking, why do you two insist on teaming up with me, a loser?"
"Miss Song is modest." Rong Yan said.
Lan Minjun followed Song Yizhi's words with a smile, "Has Miss Song figured it out?"
Song Yizhi raised his hands and asked back, "What does the Young Master of the Lan family think I should understand?"
Looking at the people who were starting to circle, Wei Ling lowered his eyes and quietly reached out to touch a small peach.
I don’t know where Song Yizhi stole the cub from. It’s so cute.
Lan Minjun smiled, seeming to be thinking about what to say.