After three or four hundred moves, a blade was picked and dropped to the ground.

Pu Yu looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

She saw that the blood on the nameless knife was still flowing.

But the knife has no vitality, as if it were subject to the master.

Ling Yao won Ji Wuming!

"Ahem, the girl is so skilled."

Ji Wuming didn't expect that he would be picked off by someone one day, but now he has to face such a scene.

Ling Yao was in no mood to respond to a dying man, and was about to finish him off with a sword.

"Wait a minute, I have a question."

Ji Wuming knew that his death was difficult to change today, but before he died, he had some things in his heart, and he wanted to ask again.

"I don't like."

Ling Yao's face was very cold.

Although Ling Yao didn't directly agree, Ji Wuming knew that he was allowing himself to ask questions.

"Pu Yu, is she okay?"

Ji Wuming's question was not to ask Ling Yao, but to Pu Yu on the side.

No one expected that what Ji Wuming wanted to ask when he was dying was actually this.

Pu Yu was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

"Are you going to answer him?"

Ling Yao saw that Pu Yu had been silent for a long time, and asked.

"Sister Miao, it should be fine."

Pu Yu was thrilled by Ling Yao's question, but she immediately made up her mind to respond.

"That's good."

Ji Wuming suddenly felt a little relieved.

But before this heart could be put into practice, it was raised again.

"A person who is kind and charitable when he is alive should be very good after death."

Pu Yu's voice trembled a little and added, but his eyes were staring at Ji Wuming to see his reaction.

At this moment, Ji Wuming was stunned and at a loss, and he even suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"What are you, how could Ah Miao!"

Ji Wuming suddenly struggled to get to Pu Yu's side.

"How could it not! You're all responsible! ”

Pu Yu's eyes were red and he looked at Ji Wuming.

"She's dead, you don't want to live, you never want to know your identity, I will never allow you to live happily."

Pu Yu is even a little crazy.

"Why is this ......happening?"

Ji Wuming didn't know when there were two lines of tears on his face, but who knew if the tears were for Miss Ah Miao or for the identity he would never understand.

Ling Yao watched all this coldly, and sighed a little in his heart, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and with a sword to seal his throat, Ji Wuming soon lost his voice.

It's just that he seems to be still thinking something in his mouth before he dies.

"I don't understand, why do you have to listen to and don't forgive, even your real relatives have to be harmed."

"I've been wondering, why did your misfortune have to be grafted onto Sister Miao."

"I'm really happy to hear from you this time and to meet you!"

"Because you're going to die, I want you to pay for Sister Miao's life, and you go to hell!"

Pu Yu approached Ji Wuming step by step, and kept roaring, looking a little crazy.

Ling Yao looked at everything in front of her and remembered the information that Xiao Heng had traced, Ji Wuming was a trumped-up identity, seriously injured his adoptive father who adopted him, and turned his back on his childhood sweetheart who had just married, and now ......

"It's time for you to go."

After a long while, Ling Yao looked at Pu Yu and said lightly.

Pu Yu also looked almost vented, she wiped away her tears and looked back at Ling Yao.

"Thank you."

Pu Yu knew that Ling Yao was a killer hired by herself, someone from the Seven Star Building, but she didn't ask and it was nothing. Although there are some rules that she is not very clear, there are some words that will not add to the trouble as long as they are not put on the table.

Ling Yao watched Pu Yu walk away, and then leaned down to carve a mark on Ji Wuming's corpse, and then moved the corpse to a more hidden place.

After doing all this, Ling Yao straightened her clothes, got up and walked towards the old mansion.

But what Ling Yao didn't expect was that on the way back, she actually bumped into Ye Wuniang and Chang Ke again.

This person is really persistent, so he refuses to leave, Ling Yao thought to herself, but her face was silent.

"Miss Ling......"

"I didn't expect to see Miss Ling again by such a coincidence."

Ye Wuniang and Chang Ke still came over to say hello.

Ling Yao also said hello and hugged her fists.

"Since it's such a coincidence, why don't we eat together?"

This time, it was Chang Ke who initiated the invitation.

"No, I have something to do."

Ling Yao lightly refused.

"Miss Ling!"

Ye Wuniang was probably still a little unwilling, and reached out to pull Ling Yao's arm while shouting Ling Yao.

What Ye Wuniang didn't expect was that her own hard pull actually made Ling Yao's figure shake and she almost fainted to the ground.

"You're hurt?"

Ye Wuniang was taken aback by Ling Yao and reached out to probe Ling Yao's pulse.

But Ling Yao pulled her hand back with a slight tug.

"Miss Ling, you ......"

Ye Wuniang looked at Ling Yao with a somewhat anxious expression.

"It's all right, farewell."

Ling Yao's expression was still faint, and she turned around and left.

Ye Wuniang followed two steps forward and then stopped.

"Wu Niang, Miss Ling looks like she has suffered internal injuries."

Chang Ke was also a little worried, although Ling Yao was cold to others most of the time, but during the contact during the Sword Discussion Society, he knew that she was not really cold-hearted, so his worries about her now were sincere.

"I don't know what's going on."

Ye Wuniang's tone was full of worry.

Ling Yao was indeed as they thought, he was not lightly injured, after all, the nameless swordsman was not an ordinary person, although Ling Yao was able to narrowly defeat him, but he was already in the middle of the battle.

Later, whether it was the communication with Pu Yu or the disposal of the corpse, Ling Yao felt that her qi and blood were uneven, so she had to forcibly raise her qi and suppress it.

And now, Ling Yao has indeed reached the limit.

As soon as Ling Yao walked into his courtyard, he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Ling Yao knew that her internal breath was in turmoil, so she had no choice but to seal several of her major acupuncture points, and then took out a porcelain bottle from her arms, poured out a cyan pill and swallowed it.

After sitting on the ground for a while, Ling Yao simply cleaned up and walked back to the room.

It's been a long time since she's been so heavy, Ling Yao thought vaguely before falling asleep.

Ling Yao slept for a long time, and when she woke up again, it was already late at night.

As soon as she woke up, Ling Yao didn't dare to move, reached out and touched her pulse, and then simply lucked her luck, but once again felt the fishy sweetness in her throat.

With such a physical condition, Ling Yao had no choice but to take another cyan pill.

After a long while, Ling Yao got up from the bed, pushed open the window, then poured herself a cup of tea, and slowly sat by the window and drank it.

It's probably because it's been too much of a toss lately, one thing after another, and the true qi is too depleted and not adjusted in time, and there is no time to retreat and exercise, so this battle will be injured like this.

A female killer who was forced to go into business