In the evening, it was getting dark.

There were fewer pedestrians on the streets, and there were only four people left in the silent alleys.

"Brother Murong, how long is it left?"

"It's almost here, there is the Spring Festival Building in front, there are many tricks in it, and you are in such a hurry, do you still want to play?"

"Think about it, of course you want to."

"Don't be in a hurry, Brother Murong is what he says."

It was probably because Ah Ting was too obedient, and the three of them no longer had the vigilance they had at the beginning, and they were much more relaxed, except for Murong Qi who always tugged on her wrist, the others had already relaxed.

Ah Ting glanced back, there were no pedestrians on the street behind him, and in front of him, there was a spacious dark alley, and they were in this black alley at the moment, and at the end of this alley was the Yingchun Building that Murong Qi said.

The street behind is very quiet, and only the sound of three men talking in the alley can be heard, but the front of the alley seems to be very lively, although the situation over there is still not visible, but the sound of the silk music orchestra in the place of the fence has been heard from afar, and occasionally there is the sound of a woman loudly soliciting guests.

"What are you looking at?"

At this moment, Murong Qi suddenly asked.

"I'm looking to see if there's anyone else." Ah Ting raised his head and said lightly.

Murong Qi frowned, and somehow, he heard something else from her words, "What if there is no one?" ”

"No one ......" Ah Ting looked at him, his eyes seemed a little innocent, but the dark red in his pupils gradually became a little more vivid.

"Poof—"

A pillar of blood spurted out, splashing Murong Qi's body.

Ah Ting held a sharp dagger drawn out of nowhere in his hand and answered him with practical actions.

The man to her right clutched his throat, blood spilling from between his fingers, and finally collapsed in disbelief.

Murong Qi and the rest of the men were stunned for a moment, and then reacted quickly.

Their furious fists slammed towards Ah Ting's face, but she deftly avoided them and stabbed Murong Qi in the abdomen with a backhand.

Murong Qi screamed miserably, but before this sound could be fully released, he was punched to the corner of his mouth by Ah Ting, and the scream turned into a muffled hum, and it was all swallowed into his stomach.

At this moment, they finally understood that what they had picked up was not a small white flower swaying in the wind, but a man-eating flower with a white face and a black heart.

Ah Ting's skills are unexpectedly good, agile, and powerful, and the strength on her body is by no means something that ordinary house slaves can do.

She relied on her small stature and body spirit to live, constantly attacking Murong Qi, and at this time, Murong Qi also took out her portable sword, the sword body was wrapped in a thin red aura, and stabbed towards Ah Ting, and he scolded in his mouth:

"Stinky bitch! You give me death! ”

Ah Ting quickly avoided the sword, pulled the other person behind her who was about to sneak attack her with his backhand, and pressed it on Murong Qi's long sword with an unstoppable stance.

By the time Murong Qi reacted, the sword could no longer be contained, and the person was stabbed in half by him, which happened to be the heart position.

Murong Qi's eyes widened, and his companion's eyes stared at him dead before he died, and blood gushed out of his mouth, and finally he slipped off his sword in a heavy way.

Ah Ting took advantage of the moment he was stunned to drill from below, kicked his feet, got up from the ground, and slammed his kneecap on Murong Qi's chin.

Murong Qi was knocked back a few steps, his jaw bone was almost deformed, and his mouth was full of the smell of blood.

His eyes instantly became ruthless, and he attacked Ah Ting again with his sword.

However, before others, they couldn't deal with Ah Ting, and now he is the only one left, and he is injured, how can he help her?

Ah Ting ran with a boost, his body flipped in the air like a butterfly, dodging the sword stabbed by Murong Qi, and then stabbed him in the heart when he panicked to retract the sword.

Murong Qi spat out a mouthful of blood, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground weakly.

He pointed at Ah Ting with a trembling hand, and finally the whole person couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

The three of them, probably until the moment of death, did not understand why they had died in the body of a slave girl who looked weak and weak.

Ah Ting walked over and made sure that he was out of breath, but he was still not at ease, and mended the knife to one of the three corpses that fell to the ground.

After doing all this, Ah Ting's body was completely dyed red, and his face was also covered with blood.

She wiped her face and dragged the three bodies to some dark corner of the alley and piled them together.

At this moment, the light of day has gradually faded, and under the cover of night, the whole alley has become hazy, and even the blood stains on the ground have become not very real.

Ah Ting thought, if she was lucky, the traces here would only be discovered tomorrow, and she had a night to hide.

However, at this moment, a flash of lightning pierced the darkness in the alley, and lightning struck Ah Ting's right leg like a swimming dragon.

The muscles in her legs were instantly paralyzed, and Ah Ting knelt on one knee, her hands on the ground, her eyes wide open to show the shock in her heart.

How could it be found so quickly?