"Great, no one has bought it yet."

Xiao Xiangyi pulled Ye Jiu to squat down and picked up a silver-white delicate dagger from the stall.

"Xiao Jiu, look."

Ye Jiu looked at the dagger over there, and felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Xiao Xiangyi pointed to an inscription on the dagger.

"Your name is engraved here~"

Ye Jiu suddenly realized.

No wonder this dagger looks familiar, isn't this hers.

It must have been someone who didn't know where it fell when it first crossed.

Xiao Xiangyi paid the money and handed the dagger to Ye Jiu.

"The last time I came here, I was surprised to see it, but I didn't have any money with me, so I couldn't buy it."

Ye Jiu took the dagger and was about to say something, when suddenly his expression turned cold.

Chu Li's black eyes, which were warm all the time, were also slightly cold at this time.

Mo Chen's face was solemn.

Xiao Xiangyi saw that her face was very bad, thinking that she had done something bad, and was a little puzzled.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Ye Jiu patted her on the shoulder: "I suddenly remembered that we still had something to deal with, so I left first." ”

Then the two of them left quickly.

Xiao Xiangyi looked at her back, didn't suspect anything, and continued to walk around excitedly.

——

When the two walked to the outskirts of the city, a large group of people in black appeared out of nowhere.

Ye Jiu held the dagger and looked at these people, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Why did the ancients like assassination so much, this is the first time.

At this time, Chu Li had already taken off the curtain fence, looked at these killers, and pulled Ye Jiu into his arms.

The gentle and clean voice was a little smiling: "It seems that I am going to be buried with my wife today." ”

Ye Jiu pushed him away speechlessly: "Don't make up your mind so early. ”

A group of killers looked at the two of Ye Jiu, holding a cold sword in their hands, with murderous intent in their eyes.

Ye Jiu played with the silver dagger in his hand, smiling and smiling.

"This dagger hasn't seen blood for a long time~"

The killer looked at Ye Jiu's eyes as if he was looking at a dead man, clenched the sword in his hand, and with a light luck, he flew over in a swollen manner.

Ye Jiu threw Mo Chen away, and Mo Chen fell into the grass.

The shrill sound of swords and swords rubbing against each other continued to sound, and Ye Jiu slashed the killer's throat with an expressionless face, indifferent like the death of hell.

Mo Chen lay in the grass and secretly used his demonic power to help the two.

The hilt of her sword fell to the ground, and the sharp dagger leaped between her fingers, scarlet blood splattering, staining the green grass red.

Blood droplets fell to the ground, like a manju sawa blooming, red demonic rule.

Ye Jiu stabbed the dagger at the killer in front of him, and kicked away the killer who killed him.

But unfortunately, one of the attacks did not dodge, and the killer slashed him in the arm.

The scarlet blood makes the skin even fairer.

There are more and more wounds on his body, and the situation on Chu Li's side is also very bad, and when he finishes solving the last one on his side, his body is already shaky.

He propped his sword on the ground, and inadvertently looked up, his pupils shrinking sharply.

I saw that on Yejiu's side, a killer wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack, and Yejiu was dealing with the killer in front of him, and he couldn't take care of the back at all.

"Wife!!"

Seeing that he was about to be stabbed by the killer, at this critical moment, Chu Li pulled Ye Jiu into his arms and hugged him tightly, and the sword stabbed at him.

Chu Li snorted, his eyes darkened, and he completely fainted.