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What's the matter, is it not possible to bring this thing to the streets lately? Or do the little assassins here not like to wear masks, but rather like to wear this kind of mask?

Qianjiyao really doesn't understand this kind of aesthetics. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at the sharp arrow that shot into the door behind her, completely Mogen, Qian Jiyao reached out and wanted to pat her chest with palpitations, only to find that the hand holding her wrist was extremely cold and piercing.

The force that held her almost crushed her bones.

Qianjiyao looked sideways at the man with the demon mask, she Qianjiyao has always been unkind, this time she was careless, this life-saving feeling, she accepted.

"You ......" Qian Jiyao raised the corners of her mouth with a smile, and before she could say anything, she was interrupted by a cold snort from the ghost-faced man, "What a big boldness, I dare to grab the things that the deity likes, I don't know how thick the sky is!"

The ice hand holding her wrist suddenly struck at her, Qian Jiyao was startled, and rolled on the spot regardless of whether the posture was good or not, and a donkey rolled away from him.

Damn, she just wanted to say that this hero saved the beauty, and she was very happy, and inexplicably moved her, but she didn't expect that after a long time, it was her own passion!

"Hey, that's interesting...... It's just ugly!" The ghost-faced man muttered, his right hand flickered, and a silver cold light loomed in the night light......

The moment she bent down, the back of the chair behind her was gently pulled by a silver silk thread, as if cutting tofu, and was neatly cut off.

If it weren't for her vigilance to the danger, I'm afraid that the silver wire just now would not have scratched off the back of the chair, but directly wrapped around her waist and cut her waist in half!

Qianjiyao wanted to scold her mother at this time, she didn't recognize this man when he didn't speak, but she immediately recognized it when she spoke, it was the ghost-faced man she saved!

Damn, she just said where did he come from so many people who prefer to wear demon masks, and he was alone for a long time.

Phew! She didn't let him hit her when she saved him!

Qian Jiyao was about to name her identity, but her mouth under the veil had just opened slightly, and she saw the murderous aura in the eyes of the ghost-faced man, and she didn't give her a chance to take a breath at all, and she came directly to deceive.

The silver thread in her hand brought a cold glow in the night, and came straight to her neck!

Between the lightning and flint, Qianjiyao didn't even think about it, and was about to flash into the space!

Whether she disappears out of thin air or will be regarded as a monster or something is completely out of her consideration.

However, this figure was in a trance invisible to the naked eye for a moment, and the next second it was frozen in place, and its limbs were stiff and were clicked on the acupoints, and the stunned pestle was unable to move in place.

Point point?!

Qianjiyao's brows were furrowed, although she had thought about how mysterious the ancient kung fu would be, but she had never seen it with her own eyes, she still couldn't believe it.

Before she saw it, she still felt that she had been skilled for so many years, even if she couldn't win, it was still feasible to escape easily, but she didn't expect that she really underestimated Gu Wu!

The cold on the neck, you don't need to look at it to know that it is the silver wire that sharpens iron like clay.

She even had to be careful about breathing, for fear that if she swallowed saliva, her neck would be cut by silver threads......

After a few fights, Qian Jiyao knew that she couldn't beat this ghost-faced man, not because of Gu Wu's subtlety, but because this man was too strong, stronger than she could imagine!!

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