MTL - My Girlfriend And I Transmigrated-Chapter 170 Tired and crooked, right?

The four grand scholars of the Tianshu Pavilion left quickly with many scholars and disciples.

In an instant, there were only many guards from the Zhenbei Palace left in the courtyard.

He left in such a hurry, and Luo Jing was at a loss, not knowing what was going on.

Just now, the group of scholars were arrogant and eager to eat him. How could they avoid it in a blink of an eye?

He looked at Lu Yu, the king of Zhenbei, and guessed what the situation was.

To him, what happened tonight was inexplicable in four words.

First, inexplicably surrounded by so many masters, the roof of the thatched hut was lifted off.

Then the great scholars of Tianshu Pavilion ran so fast as if they had seen a plague... What kind of nerves did these people have?

Until now, Luo Jing didn't know how he was exposed.

And Feng Bulie, who was at the top of the eaves, scratched his gray head and said, "It looks a bit similar...but it's a bit different."

He looked at Luo Jing's face with a tangled face, and said, "At first glance, it looks exactly the same, carved out of the same mold."

"But if you look closely, there are some subtle differences, not very similar."

"all in all…"

Feng Bulie looked at Lu Yu and said, "Second Master, what do you say?"

Feng Bulie knew that only Lu Yu could call the shots.

Lu Yu looked at Luo Jing below, took a deep breath, and finally calmed down.

He said calmly: "He only has the cultivation of the Spiritual Realm, so it is impossible for him to be the murderer who killed my teacher. Obviously, there is a flaw in Zen Master Zhizhen's technique."

"But he is indeed a magic cultivator... Just follow the rules of the magic cultivator and hand it over to Secretary Ye Xing."

"Our Zhenbei Wangfu has nothing to do with the Central Plains."

"Detain it first, and then notify the people of Yexing Division to come and receive it."

The King of Zhenbei wrote lightly and made a decision to throw Luo Jing to the Ye Xingsi.

This treatment is common sense.

But Feng Bulie scratched his head again and again after hearing this, his old face was full of tangle and anxiety.

"That... Little Second Master..."

Feng Bulie scratched his head in a hurry, but he didn't dare to talk nonsense.

After holding it for a while, he finally said, "How about we interrogate him? This kid can be accurately found by the young monk Zhizhen. Maybe he really has a blood-refining sword in his body."

"Perhaps he is the accomplice of the demonic demon who murdered Mr. Mingham?"

"No one has stipulated that there is only one magic demon who attacked Mr. Mingham..."

Feng Bulie's words made Lu Yu slightly silent.

Lu Yu turned his head, looked at Luo Jing, who did not dare to move in the thatched hut, and said slowly: "Uncle Lie, we are here to attend the teacher's birthday banquet, not to make trouble. What we shouldn't care about is absolutely Can't touch."

King Zhenbei's tone was calm, but his eyes were extremely serious.

Feng Bulie was at a loss for words and fell silent.

After a while, he said, "Then I'll take care of this kid and hand him over to the people from the Yexing Division... Is this okay?"

King Zhenbei turned around and left, noncommittal, but not vetoed.

So a smile appeared on Feng Bulie's face.

He cheerfully said to the many guards present: "Okay, you little brats can go. Next, leave it to the old man."

"This little devil is going to be sent to the Yexing Division, just in time for the old man to loosen his muscles and send him there in person."

After speaking, Feng Bulie looked at Zen Master Zhizhen, who was beside him, and said, "Little monk Zhizhen, do you want to be with us?"

Zen Master Zhizhen in white frowned and looked at Luo Jing below, then looked at the beacon in his hand, shook his head and said, "No, I'll stay in Tianshu Pavilion and continue to look for the murderer."

"Since this person is not the murderer, the murderer must still be hiding in the Tianshu Pavilion. We must find him as soon as possible."

So Zen Master Zhizhen also left.

Soon, the yard was empty, except for the tall old man with gray hair and a Mo Dao who jumped down from the eaves and said to Luo Jing in the thatched hut.

"Little brat, your name is Yong En, right? Come out to Lao Tzu, and I'll send you to the Night Travel Division to report."

"Blessed is your boy. This is the first time for this old man to be an **** officer. If you take it out and brag, you can brag for a lifetime."

Seeing Luo Jing obediently walking out of the hut, Feng Bulie raised his eyebrows.

"I'm going to be sent to the night travel department, why are you not afraid at all?"

Luo Jing smiled helplessly and said, "Actually, I'm very scared, but it's just not obvious."

He felt that the old man looked at him a little strangely.

And Luo Jing didn't wait long. After the old man led him on the road, he asked directly.

"You kid said you're from the northwest... Then how many people are in your family? Who is your father? Who is your mother? How old are you?"

As soon as Feng Bulie opened his mouth, he wanted to get to the bottom of his household registration.

Luo Jing silently looked at the number one warrior in the North. Although there were no shackles and shackles on his body, he did not dare to run.

With his strength, he couldn't outrun this old man at all.

He followed the old man obediently, like a filial junior.

Making up lies is even smoother.

"The junior is twenty-nine years old this year, and there is a younger brother in the family. The father died of illness at an early age, and there is only the old mother in the family..."

Luo Jing processed the nonsense about Ji Canghu and told it to the old man.

Feng Bulie nodded after hearing this, and after Luo Jing finished speaking, he commented.

"It's very real, it's hard to make up so many lies for your kid to deceive the old man."

"Hey... stinky boy, actually I know, your real name is not Yong En."

The old man who had been laughing suddenly tilted his head, a trace of cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, and the terrifying aura instantly shook Luo Jing's mind.

"Your surname is Lu! Your name is Lu Yi, and you are from the bloodline of Emperor Lu... right!"

The old man with benevolent eyes and kind eyes suddenly showed a terrifying aura, which directly shocked Luo Jing to lose his mind.

What the other party said was more like a heavy hammer hitting Luo Jing's heart.

Luo Jing was so frightened that his body and soul trembled.

This old man...how did he know? !

He also just found out about it not long ago, why did the old man tell his details as soon as they met?

Luo Jing looked at the old man in horror, almost speechless.

And seeing Luo Jing's reaction, the old man suddenly restrained his terrifying aura.

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"It's really..."

As he spoke, he covered his head and murmured, "Second Master, Young Master, we are in big trouble!"

The old man's voice seemed to be both happy and worried.

Luo Jing stood silently by the side, knowing that it was a means of martial arts just now, and used martial arts murderous aura to forcibly smash the target's heart defenses, allowing the target to confess subconsciously in a panic.

Although I had heard of this method before, but the first time I encountered it, it was far more terrifying than Luo Jing's imagination.

At that moment just now, Luo Jing almost thought he was dead.

The old man, Feng Bulie, looked at Luo Jing with an expression of hatred for not turning iron into steel: "You little brat, how dare you enter the Central Plains?"

"You are tired and crooked, aren't you!"

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