The Suspicion of Xue Tianlang

When Yi Qing followed the people around Xue Tianlang to his study, the only person in the room was Xue Tianlang.

He stood in front of the picture of the Tiger's Descend with his hands behind his back, as if he was carefully examining something.

Yi Qing stood there quietly, waiting for Xue Tianlang to speak when he heard the sound of the door closing behind him.

Xue Tianlang had to wait for a long time before he finally turned around. He glared at her from head to toe before he spoke slowly, his voice icy cold, "Just who sent you? Is it the Meng Clan, Lin Clan, or someone else? "

Yi Qing had thought about it clearly on the way here. He didn't refuse a toast and drink a forfeit, but he also didn't speak the truth.

"Neither." She calmly said with the same shameless attitude as the immortal poor Taoist, "Commander Deng Xiao of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, I did not mention him carelessly."

Deng Xiao, sorry.