The First Thousand Three Hundred and Forty Chapters Use the Traitor

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"Sister Xinxia, ​​can you make my sister wake up for a while? Just a while is enough." Lingling said.

"Yes, but let her be conscious, and the speed of her life withering will speed up." Xinxia said.

"There is no other way." Lingling said.

"Lingling, what are you going to do?" Mo Fan didn't know how Lingling could lead the killer, but judging from Lingling's state, he should have returned to his normal wisdom.

"There are traitors in the trial, and a lot of information about the trial will be intercepted. Since my sister was killed because of Leng Jue's incident, their real purpose is not to let her die, but to prevent Leng Jue's death. The information is sent back to the headquarters of the Judgment." Lingling said.

Mo Fan's eyes lit up, and he felt that Lingling's analysis was quite reasonable.

Yes, they killed Leng Qing, isn't it because Leng Qing has important information about Leng Jue?

So what the killer wants to kill is the person who has the information and the person who wants to pass it on.

"Although my elder sister is now unconscious and can't explain the specific information to us, it doesn't matter, we only need to let my elder sister tell the Lingyin Judgment in person, and she entrusts us to send this information back to the Lingyin Judgment, then the killer will definitely Come to us, and at the same time, we have to make good use of that traitor." Lingling said.

Xinxia understood what Lingling meant, so she continued to whisper the sound of blessing to let Leng Qing recover a little bit of sanity. At the same time, Xinxia also used spiritual magic to tell Leng Qing what to do.

Leng Qing woke up weakly and felt that it was very difficult to breathe. She struggled to send a magic code text to the Lingyin Temple Judgment that only the presiding judge knew...

After Leng Qing completed all of this, Mo Fan immediately found that the black flower petals on his palm were missing two. In just a short while, Leng Qing's vitality flew by so much.

"Senior Sister Leng Qing, don't worry, we will definitely save you, and the important information you have worked so hard to obtain will never be buried here. The Black Holy See forces dare to step into our country for half a step, and they will be mercilessly removed! "Mo Fan's hatred of the Black Holy See is naturally extreme.

After finally driving away a Sarang, how could there be an extra Leng Jue? There are really enough people who died under the catastrophe of the ancient capital, such a tragedy can never happen again!

Leng Qing looked at Mo Fan, her eyes were closed, and a drop of black tears slipped from the corner of her eyes.

The struggle between the Judgment Society and the Black Holy See has always been that the Judgment Society is in a passive state. Too many people are afraid of the Black Holy See, fearing their revenge, and even more afraid of their ruthlessness.

Leng Qing has seen too many colleagues who died in the struggle against the Black Holy See, and too many people who were persecuted by the Black Holy See. Whenever she saw the grief and cry of the relatives of those who were persecuted, she told her in the bottom of her heart. myself, this is definitely the last one...

However, the number of dead is still increasing, and the number of injured has not decreased. The seniors of the Tribunal told themselves that if they still had to bite the Black Vatican and refused to let go, she would end up the same way. The role played by one person in front of the huge Black Vatican was insignificant, but one person was for a family. Almost all.

Is that really the case?

A person's power is insignificant, so more innocent families should be left without everything, living on the streets, immersed in grief, and living in the dark?

Leng Qing could not be indifferent. Every time she had such a deceased person and a grieving family, she would feel a little more guilt in her heart. When the guilt accumulated enough, she would not feel that her death was exchanged for a cardinal. The intelligence is nothing worthwhile.

It's just that Lingling is still so young... She made such a decision, sneaked into the depths of the Black Church, relieved her accumulated guilt, was worthy of her status as a member of the Judgment Society, and worthy of the relatives of those who were destroyed, but she All the injuries were left to Lingling to bear alone.

She must have hated herself as much as she hated the stupid decision their father made.

She closed her eyes tightly, and in the short period of time she was conscious, Leng Qing thought about a lot, like a long hallucination before her death. From her birth to the present, all the things she remembered, and all the things she had forgotten, will all come to pass. Come to mind!

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Countless colored spotlights shine around the blue swimming pool, reflecting the water's beauty.

In the villa by the pool, a man hanging from the windowsill was swaying against the wind. His neck was tied to a thick hemp rope.

"I actually brought in a presiding judge, huh, I almost ruined my important affairs, incompetent things, let him be in the sun for a few more days!" In the room, the purple-eyed boy looked at the window sill with disgust, watching the swaying corpse.

"Lord Leng Jue, there is a letter from there." The beautiful woman wearing a dark purple cheongsam came over and said with a smile.

"I see."

The teenager walked to another room. After about five minutes, he walked out with a sullen face, picked up the fruit knife on the table, and threw it violently at the swaying meat target on the windowsill. In the past, the fruit knife was deeply inserted into it, and there was no blood coming out. There were many such knife edges on the body.

"Beijing, that unfavorable guy, actually told me that the person was killed. Since she was killed, how did she secretly return to the Lingyin Society as the presiding judge!" Leng Jue said irritably.

"It's not that things have not reached the point of being irreversible. Let Bei Jiang do this kind of thing. He is still very good."

"Hmph, I hope he won't let me down again this time, my tolerance for waste is very low!"

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The beautiful woman in cheongsam put down the fruit and walked slowly to the edge of the swimming pool. She took off all the clothes on her body, revealing her plump skin that was as thick as milk, and plunged her head into the cold water.

After swimming around for a while, she shook her wet hair and said to the darkness in the corner: "You don't want to watch here all night, you heard what Leng Jue said, don't do what you should do. matter?"

"I'm just wondering why Leng Qing didn't die. In fact, no one can survive from the withering of darkness." In that darkness, a tall figure slowly emerged.

"The person who sent the letter for Leng Qing is called Mo Fan, and Sa Lang has suffered a lot from this kid. If you can kill him, Leng Jue will look at you with admiration..." the beautiful woman said.

"I had a deal with him, and it didn't seem to be anything special."