It wasn't until Meng Feibai's figure walked across the corner of the street and disappeared from his sight that Yuan Qingyang slowly came back to his senses.

"Did you misunderstand Lu Ze? Is Meng Feibai really a fool like he said? ”

She looked at the street corner where Meng Feibai walked with a complicated expression.

Forget it, kill them all, even if Meng Feibai is really a fool, he can't let him affect the organization's plans.

Yuan Qingyang shook his head slightly, and his eyes gradually returned to his senses.

It's okay this way, although it seems to see something dirty, but I finally found this kid.

She tidied up her appearance slightly, walked out of the eaves where she was hiding, and followed Meng Feibai's footsteps.

In the dim alley, the potholed stone road that had been stepped on reflected a touch of fluorescence under the moonlight, and Meng Feibai, who was laughing at himself, suddenly felt a tremor in his heart, as if a gust of wind passed through his body, he couldn't help but stop and shivered.

"Is there a ghost in this world besides man-eating monsters?"

He muttered under his breath, and then through the smooth gravel slab beneath his feet, he saw a white figure behind him.

it!

What a ghost?!

At this moment, his alcohol strength dissipated instantly, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Xiao Meng, you make it so hard for me to find it."

A slightly resentful voice came, which made Meng Feibai even more frightened in his heart, but also made him find that this voice seemed to be somewhat familiar.

He took a deep breath, mustered up the courage to turn around suddenly, and found that the person standing behind him was indeed not a female ghost in white, but his future boss Yuan Qingyang.

However, this discovery did not alleviate the fear in his heart. There is no other reason, at this time in Yuan Qingyang's eyes, the pupils are gradually shrinking, and gradually, in her eyes, there is no longer a pupil.

"White... Supercilious? ”

Stimulated by alcohol, he was still a little unconscious, and he couldn't help blurting out.

"White eyes?"

Yuan Qingyang, who was expressionless, repeated in confusion.

"I prefer another way of being called by others."

"Gossip sixty-four palms such as the palm of the gods?"

Meng Feibai then said.

“？？？”

A trace of confusion flashed in Yuan Qingyang's pupilless eyes, and then, she felt something in her heart, and with a movement of her feet, she forcibly moved her body to the left by an inch.

A long sword glowing with cold light burst out of her chest. If she hadn't noticed it earlier, she would have been punctured in the heart by this time.

"Good means, but it's a pity that if you miss a hit, you won't have a chance."

Ling Mingyue knew that she hadn't been able to stab her in the heart, and as soon as the feeling of regret rose, the alarm bell rang out in her heart, she couldn't help but draw out her long sword, let out a snort, and quickly retreated backwards.

In the next second, six white bone spurs quickly stabbed out from behind Yuan Qingyang.

Ling Mingyue turned over in mid-air and stood firmly on the ground three meters behind Yuan Qingyang.

"This is? ...”

She frowned slightly, and then, a scene that shocked her happened.

Yuan Qingyang, who was pierced by her sword, melted the flesh and blood all over his body as quickly as snowflakes in the sun, and soon only a fluorescent white bone remained, and his long sword, along with Yuan Qingyang's clothes, slipped off her body and fell to the ground with a clatter.

"It's a very powerful body, and you can successfully sneak attack without attracting my attention, is your teacher's name Chang Qi?"

Yuan Qingyang stretched out his right hand, which was only a white bone, picked up Ling Mingyue's saber from the ground, and asked calmly.

A look of surprise flashed in Ling Mingyue's eyes, and she didn't speak, but took two steps back again, and then took out a pistol from her waist.

"Hey, Xiao Meng is running very fast."

As if he hadn't seen the gun in Ling Mingyue's hand, Yuan Qingyang looked around and found that Meng Feibai was gone, so he said with interest.

“......”

Ling Mingyue still didn't reply, just aimed the gun at Yuan Qingyang's head with one hand, and slowly adjusted her breathing.

"You should know that thing doesn't work for me."

Facing the silent Ling Mingyue, Yuan Qingyang was not angry, she slowly shook her head, picked up the long sword at her feet, and then threw it at Ling Mingyue's feet.

"Let me see what you've learned from Chang Qi."

Ling Mingyue glanced at the saber at her feet and slowly lowered her right hand holding the gun.

Suddenly, she raised her right hand again, pulled the trigger on Yuan Qingyang's head one after another, and after emptying all the bullets in the pistol, she quickly picked up the long sword under her feet, and quickly rushed towards Yuan Qingyang with the sword in one hand, the tip of the sword pointed directly at her black hole eye socket.

......

In an alley not far from the two, Meng Feibai put his hands on his knees, panting violently, and the snacks in his hands had already been thrown to the ground the moment he fled.

When Ling Mingyue hesitated and ghostly approached Yuan Qingyang, Meng Feibai discovered her, so he tried to disturb the other party's thoughts with words again like he had done last time with Gurhan.

However, when Ling Mingyue's long sword came out of Yuan Qingyang's body, he didn't relax like he did last time.

His heart was still clutched tightly by fear.

So he didn't say a word, but ran away.

"If she continues to stay there, she can only drag Ling Mingyue's hind legs, and she can't help anything, she can only let go if she leaves."

Drops of sweat fell to the ground along his forehead, and he muttered to himself in confusion.

"Ling Mingyue is not a fool, if she can't beat her, she won't be there, and it will be easier for her to escape, right?"

He kept talking to himself, as if he was soothing his uneasy heart.

At this moment, he heard several rapid gunshots not far away.

"So you use guns too?"

Meng Feibai raised his head and looked in the direction where the gunshots came from, and muttered in a low voice.

"Nothing could go wrong, would it?"

There was a look of struggle in his eyes.

Although she had only been with Ling Mingyue for one day, Meng Feibai could also tell from her how confident she was in her swordsmanship.

At this time, I heard the sound of gunshots.

Well, what about her sword?

In an instant, Meng Feibai's heart was in pain as if he had been stabbed with a sword.

"It's useless, I'm just an ordinary person, if I can't even beat Ling Mingyue, I'll just give someone a head if I go..."

He lowered his head slowly, turned his brain rapidly, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose slowly slid down under the effect of sweat.

He subconsciously pushed his glasses upward, then jerked his head up.

"By the way, this thing has a function of calling for help!"

He suddenly remembered one of the uses he had taught himself for the glasses the last time Gulhan collapsed from his coma, so he reached out and pressed the left temple.

Three seconds later, he heard a "tick" and knew that a distress signal had been issued.

So what do you do now?

He looked in the direction where the gunshots had just come from, pursed his lips tightly, and a look of struggle flashed in his eyes.