Meng Zhaozi also noticed various complex gazes around him, and they pierced their bodies like sharp fine needles. The murderous intention disappeared, as if it was sunny after the rain, and said with a smile,

"Haha, Mr. Song, don't be afraid. Even if you want to kill you, it's not today.

After all, today’s protagonist is not you and me, but after today, you should be careful.”

Although Meng Zhao has a tiger in his chest and a heavy mountain in his belly, he is even more majestic and powerful. He is invincible in the world and can be killed.

But he is not the kind of arrogant and arrogant man who does not know the number of days. He knows very well that no matter how high his cultivation is, he is not invincible in the world, and he can't stand the masters on the banks of Mingxiu Lake. Killing people here is a stupid and stupid idea.

Of course, he did not make any confusing tests on Song Zhiwen, and clearly told him that he was the murderer who had conspired to poison him and did not hide his intention to kill him.

Song Zhiwen's face froze, and it was very ugly. At some point, the folding fan in his hand had a clear crack pressed by the fingertips. Obviously, his mood was very unbeautiful.

"Mr. Meng, do you really believe that I was secretly plotting against you? Are you not afraid of being tricked and being fooled by others, so as to let the real murderer go?"

Meng Zhao shook his head, a pair of bright and sharp eyes flashed with a firm light,

"I'm not a fool. I can tell what is right and what is wrong. You are very smart and have no clues left. Except for Tie Xiongfei, Tie Xiongfei has been killed now, so I have no evidence to prove that you did it behind the scenes."

Before Song Zhiwen could be happy, he continued to say,

"However, if I want to kill someone, I don't need any evidence. Just be clear about who the enemy is, it's enough. So, no matter where you go in the future, it's better to bring more experts around you. If you are not good at your skills, there will be problems!

And no matter what you eat in the future, it is best to check it clearly so as not to be poisoned to death.”

With the gentlest tone and speaking the most vicious words, Meng Zhao's expression returned to normal, and his murderous intent disappeared. The attention of the outside world disappeared instantly. Only Song Zhiwen on the opposite side could truly feel it.

Meng Zhao's murderous intent did not disappear, but just restrained and hidden.

This is a person who is emotionally mobilized, transformed, seamless and harmonious.

He was also extremely bored. He rarely experienced such things. He always felt that he was being controlled by Meng Zhao. He was neither moving forward nor retreat. Similarly, he did not dare to gamble. Meng Zhao just spoke harshly and did not dare to do so.

After all, this is a ruthless man, and he may really be able to say and do it.

Therefore, Song Zhiwen was worried that he could not bear the feeling of being stared at. Even if the Song family protected him carefully, there were times when they could not take care of him. If he was not careful and lost, he would have his own life.

His tone became tougher,

"You said that, is it going to start a war against my Song family?"

Meng Zhao nodded, his tone was plain. At some point, he had taken off the jasper Buddhist beads from his wrist and slowly fiddled with them.

"Yes, I'm just starting a war. If the Song family insists on protecting you, I will fight the Song family together. You can try it."

Song Zhiwen frowned, with a handsome face, unprecedented ferocious look. He looked at Meng Zhao, but he felt that this man was as cold as an iceberg, without any emotion. He crushed the paper fan in his hand and threw it on the ground.

"Tell me, what do you want."

Are the Song family afraid of the Meng family?

Maybe I am afraid, but I don’t need to be afraid, because the Song family has always been a member of the Aristocratic League. No matter how strong the Meng family is, the base camp is always Jizhou, not Lingwu City.

However, Song Zhiwen had to be afraid of Meng Zhao, because if the other party really tried his best to kill him, he would definitely fall into an extremely complicated and troublesome situation.

By then, even if the Song family wins, Meng Zhao loses, or even dies, he may not be able to make it well.

This is a result that is definitely a big loss for him, and he cannot accept it.

Compared to Meng Zhao, a person with two lifetime memories, who has a glimpse of the snipers and even beggars, he is a flower born in a greenhouse. He has been gifted since childhood, has a family value, has been trained by experts, and has become more aware of his special physique. He has a bright future that can be seen in the naked eye. There is no reason to just end up in this trivial matter.

That's right, in Song Zhiwen's opinion, the whole thing is insignificant and there is no need to get into such a situation.

Yes, he wanted to kill Meng Zhao, and even almost succeeded, but he didn't succeed in the end.

Not only did Meng Zhao lose any losses, he became a blessing in disguise. If he swallowed the iron hand, his foundation would rise sharply and his strength would increase sharply.

Completed and attempted are two different natures.

Therefore, he was unwilling to continue to get entangled with Meng Zhao, so he directly showed off his carriage and asked him what he wanted.

Of course, speaking like this can be considered an indirect admission that Tiexiong Fei was his person.

Meng Zhao finally smiled. This time, she smiled more sincerely than before.

"Very good, Mr. Song, you are really a person who can take it and let it go. How much do you think my life is worth?"

Song Zhiwen did not avoid the way.

"Your life is priceless, because your future is limitless, so you are going to force me to death?"

Meng Zhao shook his head and said negation,

"Wrong, I don't want to force you, I just want to get justice. Moreover, you should be very clear about what I want, for example, why did you insist on killing me at the beginning."

Song Zhiwen was silent for a while, but did not speak directly, but his lips moved, using the secret method to transmit the sound.

"Are you doing the secrets in Yongling?"

This secret is too valuable and there are too many experts here. Song Zhiwen doesn't want to reveal a slight amount of information, so he deliberately uses this method to communicate.

Meng Zhao was even happier and said in the same voice,

"Yes, as far as I know, there should be a secret realm of caves in Yongling, and it is related to Yin Qi. What is it? Could it be the tomb of a powerful man?

Did the broken finger in Tie Xiongfei's hand get it from the secret realm of the Cave Heaven in Yongling? Is the broken finger back to your hand now?"

The higher Meng Zhao's current cultivation level, he became more curious and fascinated by the medieval, ancient, and even the ancient times of gods and demons before the Ming Dynasty.

Although he also indirectly mastered many secrets, such as the Changyang Divine Sword, the Emperor Yu Armor, and even learned the secret techniques of one of the hundreds of clans, the Evil Eye Clan, it was still shallow.

And understanding a time, tombs is a very effective way.

This is how archaeology and archaeology come from.

Through factors such as architecture, layout, burial, etc. in the tomb, some of the customs and customs of the tomb owner in that era, the laws of the times, etc. can be restored.

Naturally, the space inside Yongling became a focus for Meng Zhao.
Chapter completed!