After Yuechu turned around, her gaze became deep, staring at her fair and slender neck, and licking her dry lips greedily.

It's a perfect spot for a lip print.

Ding-dong, the door rang.

Yue Chu was cooking and asked Fang Tian to open the door.

Fang Tian took orders to go, but his eyes that were still bright just now turned dark. Even across a door, he could smell the stench on the noses of those old cows.

The people standing at the door were none other than the old Taoist priest and Huang Song. The two of them waited nearby for three days and didn't see Yuechu take the initiative to come to the door, so they had to come over by themselves.

Fang Tian and the two looked at each other, blocking the door like a door god, without any intention of being polite or polite.

Huang Song also specifically went to see the house number, that's right, why the sudden change? ?

He scratched his hair and asked worriedly, "Well, we're looking for Fellow Daoist Yue, don't we know he's there?"

Fang Tian's eyes were indifferent, "Not here."

ah? Huang Song has a headache, what can I do when I'm not here?

The old Taoist pushed away the foolish apprentice with a kind smile, and the surroundings on his face were a little deeper.

"I know that fellow Daoist Yue is here, I don't know if I can enter the room for a talk, there is indeed an important matter to discuss."

important? Don't you just think about how to kill him?

Fang Tian snorted coldly and was about to turn him away when he saw Yue Chu wiped his hands and walked over, and saw the two of them froze for a moment, frowning.

He held Fang Tian's shoulders with a helpless smile on his face, and said to the two Taoist priests, "Please come back, I really have no comment."

It's just that the smile on the face is bitter as if it penetrated Huanglian, and it makes people feel sad just looking at it.

Fang Tian clenched his fists, he couldn't bear to let Yue Chu fall into self-blame, but he didn't want to leave him.

For the first time, his heart felt a dilemma, and he didn't know what to do.

The old Taoist persuaded earnestly: "Fellow Daoist Yue, even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about the world. I see your face is clear and honest, and you are definitely not the kind of crazy person.

Yuechu's eyes moved slightly, her lips pressed together tightly, revealing weak resistance.

He said bitterly, "I have my troubles..."

The old Taoist didn't say much, he took out a black jar and handed it to Yue Chu, with a sympathetic tone: "If fellow Taoist Yue doubts what I'm saying, why don't you try picking up this jar."

Yuechu was stunned for a moment, and was about to reach for it, but was stopped by Fang Tian.

He had already seen clearly what was inside, and that was the karmic fire.

The old Taoist didn't hide it either: "This is the karmic fire I borrowed from Daguan Temple. Daoist friends might as well give it a try and see how serious your sins are."

"Shut up!"

Fang Tian only felt that his heart was twisted by a knife, Yue Chu was never guilty, only he was guilty!

He desperately stretched out his hand to remove the karmic fire, but was grabbed by Yue Chu.

Yue Chu's hand was slender and slender, far less broad than Fang Tian's, but it easily prevented Fang Tian's movements.

He naturally couldn't let Fang Tian touch this kind of thing, he sighed softly, and took the karmic fire from the old Taoist priest.

I saw that the originally silent black jar suddenly burst out with a small flame, burning Yue Chu's hand.

It wasn't until the black jar fell to the ground that the flames slowly went out.

Fang Tian held his hand distressedly, a tear oozes from his cold eyes, which turned into scarlet hatred, and stabbed at the two of them like sharp arrows.

How dare they...

Yue Chu didn't feel much pain, looking at her swollen palms, her eyes were calm. Gently patted the back of Fang Tian's hand, he pulled Fang Tian's hand sideways and opened the door.

"You won, please."

Yue Chu took a sip of tea and said lightly, "I did meet someone, and I really doubted her."

Fang Tian was as stiff as a stone, his eyes locked tightly on him, with the despair of breaking the boat.

It turned out that Yuechu had suspected him for a long time, so this period of time was close...

There was bitterness in his eyes, it didn't matter, even if it was a purposeful approach, it didn't matter, he was willing to use it for him.

Yuechu put the phone in front of the Taoist priest and sighed: "It's not your words that really changed my mind, but this..."

"I suspect that it is really fatal. Xie Zhou's death may be a problem."

"On that day, I accidentally met my wife Fang Wan, who was the only person I met for the first time."

what?

Fang Tian looked at Yue Chu with a dull expression.

The old Taoist took his mobile phone to check the news on it. Naturally, he had seen this hot search, but he didn't take it to heart.

He stroked his long beard and looked at Yuechu with his wrinkled and drooping clear eyes: "How can you be sure?"

Yuechu's face was dignified and her brows were slightly frowned. He was not really sure, but his intuition beyond ordinary people told him that the possibility was at least 70%.

He shook his head lightly: "I'm not sure, I even think that a woman like Madam Xie who is weak and beautiful, and who is worried about her seriously ill son, can't be as bad-hearted as you said."

"That's why I was reluctant to say it at first, because such doubts are unreasonable and deeply hurtful."

He raised his eyes and looked at the two Taoist priests: "I've said everything I need to say. As for the truth, you still need to verify it."

Putting the full of tea in front of the two of them, the meaning of seeing off the guest is already clear.

The old Taoist pondered for a while, and decided to go and find out first. No matter whether Yue Chu told the truth or not, in the end, he could not escape his eyes.

"Okay, we'll go to Xie's house."

Yue Chu breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a slight smile on his face.

"With two Taoist priests here, I can rest assured."

Until the door was closed, Fang Tian was still sitting on the sofa with dull eyes.