Song Xiyue snorted coldly and said, "It's really not a place where you can come casually, because this is where you are imprisoned."
"Liu Meilan, Song Xilou is dead, you know?"
When Song Xiyue said this, she stared at Liu Meilan's eyes.
"I do not know."
Liu Meilan actually knew, but she couldn't admit it.
She always felt that Song Xiyue she saw this time was a little strange.
is not the same as Song Xiyue she knew before.
made her feel a chill in her heart.
She also wondered in her heart, how could Song Xiyue have such a powerful aura of coercion.
Song Xiyue saw all the subtle changes in Liu Meilan's expression.
"No, you know, you know he's dead, and you know it's about you."
Liu Meilan said loudly, "Song Xiyue, don't wrong people, you need to pay attention to evidence when you speak, and you can't talk nonsense."
Anyway, Liu Meilan will not admit to having anything to do with her.
Song Xiyue took a step forward, approached Liu Meilan and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, Liu Meilan. I know there are forces behind you, and those people will help you do what you want, such as killing people."
"I don't need proof, I can be sure you did it."
said, Song Xiyue put her hand directly on Liu Meilan's head.
A shallow light emerged from Song Xiyue's hand.
This light suddenly enveloped Liu Meilan's head.
"Ah, what are you going to do, what are you going to do?"
Liu Meilan only felt a very painful headache.
She looked into Song Xiyue's eyes, as if she had forgotten everything.
She stared blankly.
She didn't know that Song Xiyue was reading her memory.
Song Xiyue doesn't have much spiritual power now, and she doesn't want to use it on weekdays.
But now that Song Xilou is dead, things are complicated, she must know something, so she uses her spiritual power.