In the distance, on the roof of a building, two black figures sat against the wall.

One of them is wearing a black tight-fitting leather jacket, and the woman with a charming and charming appearance is really a little snake, and the other is wearing a black tight-fitting night coat, with a hood on her head that only shows her eyes, nose and mouth, but the chest wrapped in the tights is particularly prominent.

Yes, this tightly covered man in black is also a woman - after all, no man would stuff two steamed buns on his chest for no reason, and they are the kind of large steamed buns that cost a dollar.

"You're not going to help him?" The little snake looked at the woman and asked with a smile, her eyes bent into two beautiful crescents.

"Didn't you help too?" The woman asked rhetorically, speaking in an unusually soft voice that sounded very comfortable.

"The master said that there are some things that he needs to solve by himself." Little Snake said with a smile.

"How did you find me?" The woman asked.

"If you want to find it, you can find it." The little snake giggled. "To tell you the truth, you've hidden it so well that I didn't even notice your breath - I said, can't you take off your hood? Listening to the voice, it's a beauty, our little ** likes the beauty the most, if you go out to see him, maybe you can fascinate him. ”

"I'm only responsible for protecting him." The woman said lightly, then stopped talking, turned her head, picked up the binoculars in her hand and continued to observe Yan Murong's movements.

"It's boring." The little snake pursed his lips and muttered. "You people are so boring." ――

The breeze blows, and the night is like ink.

The sky was overcast at some point, a dark cloud obscured the semi-circular moon, and a breeze blew by, bringing a hint of humidity.

"It's going to rain." Yan Murong looked up at the sky and muttered dissatisfiedly. "What is the weather forecast, it's not accurate at all."

Mo Ran also raised his head, and his two empty eyes "looked" at the sky before he lowered his head and said. "The moon must be beautiful, I haven't seen it in a long time."

"Less." Yan Murong pouted and said. "I'm getting older, I'm blind, I'm sighing blindly, if you want to do it, just do it, don't play literary and artistic freshness there."

"Hey, hey." Mo Ran grinned his mouth full of big yellow teeth, laughed twice, and said. "Look at it more, or when you die, you won't be seen again."

"It's not certain who will die." Yan Murong didn't finish a word, and his body shot out like a bow and arrow.

"Too slow." Mo Ran slapped away Yan Murong's punch to his chin with one hand and said softly.

Yan Murong gritted his teeth, this old man is so hateful, slow down, why do you have to say it? Are you quick to show off?

Yes, Mo Ran's speed is indeed fast, Yan Murong also admits it, not to mention that he is still blind, which is even more powerful.

"Whew-hu-"

Yan Murong sped up and circled around indifferently again.

"There are some moves that are enough to use once, but if you use them more, they won't work." Mo Ran still didn't move, letting Yan Murong spin around like a spinning top.

Yan Murong secretly hated, and thought to himself, is this old man a saint warrior who has seen too much and regarded himself as a saint warrior? Still used moves that didn't work for him?

It doesn't work, it's not something that anyone can say, of course, Yan Murong won't use the trick just now - the main thing is that it's summer, he threw away his sportswear, and there was only one and a half sleeves left in it. He doesn't have the habit of running naked~, and he doesn't have any clothes to take off again.

In an instant, Yan Murong quickly greeted Mo Ran, and his fists were quickly struck, all of which were directed at Mo Ran's cheeks and neck.

"Smack!"

Mo Ran slapped Yan Murong's fist away, but he didn't fight back immediately, but because Yan Murong quickly dodged after the punch was blocked, not giving Mo Ran a chance to fight back at all.

The reason why Mo Ran didn't move was because he was very disdainful of Yan Murong's strategy.

Such a fast speed is supported by one breath. No matter how strong your internal strength is, there will always be a time when it runs out, and it won't last long to turn around at such a fast speed.

Therefore, now he only needs to defend, and when Yan Murong loses his physical strength, at that time, it will be up to him to kill or chop.

"Bang Bang Bang-"

Every time Yan Murong attacked, he was slapped away by Mo Ran easily, and Yan Murong was also at the touch of a button, and his figure was still moving rapidly.

"Smack-"

Another attack, Mo Ran still slapped it away with his palm, and Yan Murong also flew back, but Mo Ran's face changed suddenly.

"Good boy, actually sneak attack." Mo Ran "looked" at Yan Murong and said coldly, with a trace of anger in his voice.

"What's the matter, do you want to report it to the organizing committee?" Yan Murong stopped and said with a smile on his face. "Don't care if you sneak attack or not, winning or losing is the most important thing - you want my life, and I don't want to die."

"Hahaha." Mo Ran suddenly burst out laughing. "Boy, do you think you can beat me like this?"

"Why not?" Yan Murong said with a smile. "You're a martial arts practitioner, haven't you noticed anything wrong with your body?"

"Huh?" Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, and then, his face was full of anger. "Little rabbit, you dare to seal my hole."

"How's that, cool?" Yan Murong smiled even more cheaply. "As soon as you mention your internal strength now, your dantian will hurt, right?"

"Huh, so what?" Mo Ran snorted coldly. "You think I won't be able to kill you like this?"

"Let's try it." Yan Murong disagreed.

"Look for death." Mo Ran let out a loud shout, and his body suddenly moved.

"You're really—damn me, you're cheating." Yan Murong was taken aback, thinking that Mo Ran would endure the pain and continue to do something to him—as a result, this old man did force the pain of the dantian to make a move. But the problem is that the target is not him.

The moment he lifted his breath, Mo Ran's face became painful, but he still endured the pain and rushed towards Yan Murong, and then- then suddenly turned around, jumped over, and jumped off the viaduct. Then, like a car with full horsepower, there was no shadow of it running away.

Yan Murong stood in place, dumbfounded, for a while before he came to his senses.

"Damn, I thought it was a man." Yan Murong scolded. "Faster than a rabbit."

After spitting at the bottom of the bridge, Yan Murong picked up the dusty tracksuit and turned around and walked towards the car.