"Sister Ying'er, it was she and Lin Feng who colluded to kill Zhao Mo," Xu Wendong said to Zhao Ying'er, his tone confident.
Upon hearing this.
Huang Ying panicked and hurriedly defended herself, "You're talking nonsense! I didn't kill Zhao Mo. I just told him that you abandoned me, and he went to seek revenge on you, and then got killed by you. What does that have to do with me?"
Xu Wendong sneered inwardly; he wasn't worried at all. He knew that Zhao Ying'er wouldn't believe Huang Ying's defense at this moment.
"You vile woman, do you think I would believe you?" Zhao Ying'er's face was filled with anger, her eyes burning with fury. "A wretched slut who would sleep with her own cousin! I don't believe a single word you say."
"Today, I will avenge my brother!" Zhao Ying'er gritted her teeth, her wrist sharply shaking.
The Spirit Sword flashed coldly, instantly slashing Huang Ying's neck, crimson blood spurting out like a fountain.
