"I didn't think you were dead, it seems that I was too light."

Le Jin was silent and nodded slowly, obviously this sentence aroused his interest. "Oh? Do you want to try again? ”

There was the sound of birds chirping and the wind, but the room was unusually quiet.

And in just a few breaths, the two of them moved tacitly, only to hear a low and dull sound again and again, and the incomparably strong killing intent instantly rushed to the face, and it was a sudden fierce fight. What is staggering is that these two people are extremely ruthless in every square inch, locking their throats and gouging their eyes, beating their chests and teasing their yin, every move and every style is going straight to the point, but they are resolved by the other party one by one, and then they will usher in the opponent's tougher and more ruthless moves.

After a moment of fierce fighting, Qiu Yan seemed to finally have the upper hand, but it was not that the means were ruthless and the moves were tough, but in this strange but extremely dangerous hand-to-hand combat, after supporting it for a while, Le Jin's strength suddenly weakened, his face was unusually pale, it seemed that the wound was faintly painful, and the old wound had not healed.

Gradually, Lejin was physically exhausted, and the sweatshirt under his shirt was a little bloody, and he looked a little more hideous and fierce. He gasped viciously, his movements were a little slackened, his hands were locked by Qiu Yan at the opportunity, and he suddenly roared, but he directly pounced on it with his teeth and bit it.

This time, Qiu Yan was caught off guard, snorted in pain, only to feel a pain in his neck, and with an angry roar, he raised his foot violently and kicked heavily on the wound in Le Jin's lower abdomen.

The muscles of Le Jin's whole body contracted, and the pain made his face almost distort, and then he staggered back for several hours, until he retreated to the base of the wall. The aura continued to rise, and the killing intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger. His palms were clenched, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if there was a low, unwilling roar that came out of his throat.

"I don't want to take advantage of people's danger, you want me to die, I want you to die, and the next time I see you is when you really die." After speaking, Qiu Yan reached out and touched his neck, the tentacles were wet, and when he put it in front of him, half of his palm was covered with blood. He raised his eyes to look at Le Jin, who was not far away, and then tore off the corner of his shirt without changing his face, wrapped it around his neck, and bandaged it simply. "I've already handed over the things to you, and I don't dare to be interested in the three-life bluestone, please leave."

"I'm afraid it won't work out as you want." Le Jin responded, but the killing intent in his eyes did not dissipate.

"I wouldn't mind sending you to Bliss now." Qiu Yan squinted his eyes slightly, a dangerous light flashed in the depths of his eyes, and suddenly, his body was like a spring, and the whole person swept out.

The wind is fierce, and its momentum is like a knife, as if it will break the music into thousands of pieces in the next moment.

At this moment, the black-robed mask moved, and suddenly inserted it from the side, and suddenly crashed into the murderous young man in mid-air, and shouted at the same time. "If you move him, it's because he is not as good as others, but if you want to kill him, you can't."

The figures in the air landed separately, Qiu Yan let out a painful snort at the same time, and the red color flowed down his neck again, and the rags that had just been tied disappeared, and between the fingers that were as white as jade, the red blood slowly seeped out, and in the blood marks under the clothes, a smooth wound vaguely appeared.

It was a sword wound.

It was a wound that was lightly painted with a sword, and there was no mercy for the awe-inspiring intent.

Qiu Yan's cold eyes moved slightly, and finally his gaze fell on the masked man's hand, where there seemed to be an afterimage passing by, and then quickly disappeared, as if it had never been empty.

Qiu Yan's face did not change at all, and he said coldly. "What do you want?"

"I'd like you to do me a favor." The masked man shook his head.

"What if I refuse?"

"Then she'll die." The masked man paused for a moment and looked at the sleeping Xiao Li. "As I said, it took me a lot of time to get this naughty little girl to settle down, compared to the time when I injected her with the latest chronic toxin while she was sleeping, but it was only valid for three months..."

Qiu Yan was silent, and after a long while, he looked at Li Mowu, and his voice suddenly lowered a little, and said. "Are you with them?"

"Hey, hey, don't bite anyone." The man who was leaning on the wall and watching this farce was stunned for a moment and said with a smile. "I told you, I'm a city hunter, so naturally I will obey whoever I am hired if I have the money, and I never expected that my partner would be you."

"Is it just for a legend that has never been sacrificed that so many innocent people will be killed?" Qiu Yan's eyes were lowered, her vocal cords trembled slightly, and Anya's dying appearance couldn't help but appear in her mind.

"Those who do great things are not informal, people will eventually die, what does it matter if you die early and die late, it is relatively good to get out early and become blissful."

Some thoughts flashed through his mind, and Qiu Yan then smiled lightly, a little self-deprecating, but he didn't feel too sad, except for the dark side.

He silently retracted the smile at the corner of his mouth, his bangs covering his eyes, and stood quietly as if still. At this moment, a strange killing intent leaked out of his body.

He slowly raised his face, and there was an imperceptible red glow rolling in his pupils, which was so breathtaking. "Sooner or later, I'll send you all to hell!"

Qiu Yan is sober.

.....

I don't know how long it took, it seemed as if time had frozen in this lonely alley, and when the light fell on him, the ordinary figure under the ordinary eaves seemed to be just an inconspicuous ant in the years.

The light and shadow flow, and the yellow leaves trembled slightly in the cold wind.

Qiu Yan walked into the courtyard and reached out under the wall rock to break a blade of grass that was about to wither. A cool breeze blows through and dances alone in this seemingly forgotten corner of the city.

Silently as if there was a sword and sword shadow, the breeze alley was silent again in an instant, and the withered yellow grass blades quietly broke off at the fingertips and drifted away with the wind.

Qiu Yan silently looked at the broken leaf in his hand, and then raised his head to look around, the green bamboo through the cracks in the wall was growing tenaciously, trembling slightly in the cold wind, swaying green.

In the silent courtyard, a trace of gloom suddenly passed under Qiu Yan's eyes.