Adapt to the Circumstances

"What do you mean?" Lin Xiu said helplessly, spreading out his hands, and then yawned. The bed in this Warrior Union hotel was really comfortable.

"I'm not going in circles with you anymore. Last night, the direct descendants of several small families in Sky City were killed."

At this moment, Ouyang Hang lowered his voice and said cautiously.

"What does this have to do with me?"

Lin Xiu said with a smile.

"It's best if it doesn't concern you. I just deduced it based on the time it happened, and it's similar to yours."

Ouyang Hang looked at Lin Xiu meaningfully and said.

"Even if it was me, so what?"

Lin Xiu looked at him and said aloud.

"Really? It's you?"

The pupils in Ouyang Hang's eyes shrank slightly.

"Hey, that's enough, I just came to Sky city, why would I kill those young masters?"

Lin Xiu deliberately pretended to be helpless.