If it were not for Mu Qing's help in protecting his master, Changyuan would not have approached him.
He had been in a deep slumber for too long, and the world was too boring after he woke up.
The master ignored him, other evil spirits feared him; only Su Zijia could accompany him in conversation.
Now, he couldn't distinguish who this person really is.
Changyuan shook his head in frustration: "The Mu Qing I know would not kill."
Qin Ruan's voice was slow and soft: "Are you so sure?"
"He is clean, any soul, whether in life or in death, if their hands are stained with blood, cannot escape from my eyes."
Changyuan looked at Su Zijia, who was sitting on the ground in a sorry state.
"Su Zijia, he would not kill the innocent."
The name he called was Su Zijia, this was his stance.
Regardless of whether this person is Mu Qing or Su Zijia, he acknowledged this individual, the other's name was just a title to him.
"I did kill the person!" Su Zijia broke down.