The crescent moon was hidden in the thin clouds, and in the flickering night, the man's only exposed eyebrows and eyes were lonely and bewildering, faintly solemn.

The long knife was cold, and after cutting off the purple-clothed man in front of him, he quickly chased after Zhao Chen.

The night was like ink, the purple shirts were flying, and the people in purple everywhere were alarmed.

Zhao Chen didn't pay attention to Meng Yong behind him at all, connected the dots under his feet, and went straight to the house with a candle flame.

It's all here, and if she doesn't take a look, she is really unwilling.

But she ignored Meng Yong, but Meng Yong swept over tightly and clamped her, "Let's go this way!" ”

She swung her knife in anger and continued to rush into the house.

Xie Shiming had already walked out at this time, his face was gloomy, and he looked at Zhao Chen, who only showed a pair of eyes, and Meng Yong, who was masked in purple.

"Kill!" He ordered in a low voice.

Zhao Chen glanced at him coldly, his body rose violently, and he stepped on the shoulder of the purple-clothed man in front of him, and slammed towards him.

Tonight is destined not to be good, it is better to capture the thief and capture the king first.

Xie Shiming didn't panic, took two steps back, and looked back at her coldly, the killing intent in his eyes was like substance.

Zhao Chen raised his internal strength, and the short blade wiped the opponent's neck, and the blood splattered and stained the night.

One after another people in purple greeted her, her posture was as upright as a leopard, and she was about to approach Xie Shiming.

Seeing this, Xie Shiming not only did not retreat, but smiled solemnly and gestured to the purple-clothed woman standing quietly with a stick on his side.

"Azusa prisoner, kill them!"

The next moment, the woman moved, and her movements were so fast that a stick shadow appeared, and the purple clothes came into Zhao Chen's sight.

Zhao Chen didn't have time to think about it, and the short blade slammed to try to hold the copper rod, and at the same time quietly groped around his waist.

The extremely piercing sound of collision spread, which also made Meng Yong, who was helping Zhao Chenzhou protect him, look back.

The copper rod was held by Zhao Chenkan at three points of his shoulder, and it was being pressed down little by little.

Meng Yonggang wanted to help——

Zhao Chen gritted his teeth and smiled, and smashed the thing he felt from his waist at the prisoner.

A large cloud of white powder spreads out.

Zi Prisoner subconsciously held his breath and retreated, and the copper rod flipped and smashed on Zhao Chen's back, hitting her into the purple-clothed man.

Zhao Chen's throat swelled, and he staggered a few steps to quickly stand firm.

Seeing that Zhao Chen was about to fall into the encirclement, Meng Yong made a mistake at his feet, pulled out at a very strange angle, and quickly moved to her side.

Zhao Chen's eyes were stained with rich blood, and he looked at Xie Shiming at the door of the house from a distance.

"Let's go!" Seeing that the prisoner was approaching again, she turned her head and whispered to Meng Yong.

Several thunderbolts were thrown on the ground by her, and she grabbed Meng Yong and jumped up the rockery, stopping and rushing out.

The thin clouds dispersed, and the moon shone brightly.

There were purple-clothed figures all over the manor, all gathering towards the place where the two had fled, and the closest was the prisoner.

One of the two has not healed from internal injuries, and the other has just been smashed with a stick, and their breath is a little rapid and unstable.

There was a sleeve arrow shooting behind him, Zhao Chen subconsciously tore Meng Yong away, and slashed the arrow with a knife, and couldn't help but fall behind a few steps for a while.

Meng Yong was a little puzzled, but he still turned around and pulled her and rushed out of the atrium with her.

Zhao Chen's ears trembled, and the sound of fighting outside the manor came back, she couldn't help but glance at Meng Yong, threw another thing backwards, and pulled him into the corridor of the vestibule with her backhand-

When the prisoner chased after him again, the two of them were gone.

She twisted her eyebrows slightly, forcibly suppressed the poison she had accidentally inhaled, and after a few gestures to her subordinates, she quietly stepped into the corridor.

There was no trace of anything else around except for the movement of his own people, and the prisoner Zi carried a copper rod and walked inward step by step, listening to Xiao Xiao's voice, the more vigilant his eyes became.

The cloister is deep, full of dense greenery, and the sound of rustling is swaying slightly.

Suddenly, her eyebrows furrowed, and she whipped a stick to the side corner, and the strong wind cut the green vine into pieces, and the entire vine trellis collapsed in the next moment, and a corner of the nightwalk was pressed underneath.

The prisoner looked at it twice, his expression became colder, and he stepped on a mess, and continued to search in-

Zhao Chen, who was shrinking in the dark, clinged to Meng Yong's side, paying attention to her for a moment, his eyes full of calculations.

At this time, Meng Yong's people were outside the manor, and as long as they escaped from the manor, they would be able to join the people who received them.

But this woman named Zi Prisoner is obviously only slightly inferior to Meng Yong in her heyday, and if she is not solved first, they are afraid that it will be difficult for them to break out of here.

There was another bang, and another illusion laid by Zhao Chen was broken, and the footsteps of the prisoner Zi were getting closer and closer.

Zhao Chen frowned, glanced at Meng Yong wordlessly, and there was a slight inquiry in his eyes.

Meng Yong was silent for a moment, looked at the prisoner who was not far away through the gap, and nodded lightly.

One step, two steps, the prisoner gradually separated less than a zhang from the two of them.

The cold man's knife suddenly lit up, and among the scattered flying vines, Meng Yong's body was like a ghost, and the long knife cut through Xiao Xiao's night wind and attacked the Zi prisoner who was near.

Zhao Chen followed closely, and the jet-black short blade glowed with a strange dark red.

Zi Prisoner's arms trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but look at Meng Yong, who was masked and holding a knife, in shock.

In a fierce collision, Zhao Chen suddenly had a thief's mind.

If you run now—

The thought was fleeting, and Zhao Chen secretly scolded and stabbed with a short blade, and half of the short blade was pierced into Zi's waist by her.

At the same time, she was also knocked down by Azusa with a stick.

Just when her eyes were full of confusion, the back of her neck was suddenly grabbed, and the fast-moving oncoming wind made her sober up a little, and she struggled a few times.

"If you don't want to die, don't move." Meng Yong's breath was extremely unstable, and all the purple scarves that covered his face were dyed red.

Just now, when Zhao Chen succeeded, he used all his strength to injure Zi's prisoner, making her temporarily unable to chase after her, so she escaped.

There were purple-clothed people everywhere, Meng Yong kept dodging with Zhao Chen, and quietly touched towards the wall in the front yard.

Zhao Chen's face was reddened by strangulation, and he resisted the urge to give him a knife, and waved his hand again and again to signal that he could act.

When she was released, she instantly nestled in a corner of the bushes, forcibly suppressed her heavy breathing, and then aimed at Meng Yong, who twisted the neck of a purple-clothed man and silently dragged him over.

In the bushes, Meng Yong quickly took off the dead man's purple clothes and threw them to Zhao Chen, motioning for her to change them.

Zhao Chen was stunned, but still shook his head and refused.

If she dresses up as a person in purple like Meng Yong, then all the covers on her face will have to be removed...

She didn't change her face today—

Meng Yong glanced at her coldly, the threat was extremely obvious, and it seemed that he would make a move in the next moment.

Zhao Chen gestured helplessly, meaning that he had a way, and then he leaned over and motioned for Meng Yong to go with her.

There were purple-clothed people all around, and along the way, Zhao Chen and Meng Yong made several shots before they finally came to the corner of the wall.

Meng Yong leaned against the wall and took a few quick breaths, secretly looking at the purple-clothed man who was quickly searched in the distance, and the hand holding the knife tightened again.

Zhao Chen, who had just recovered his breath, grabbed him with one hand, picked up the root of the wall with the other, and pointed at that place slightly and conspicuously.

Meng Yong followed her fingers, moved away for a moment, and continued to look at the eaves of the wall, as if he had other plans.

Zhao Chen scolded him angrily, aimed at the purple-clothed people who had been quickly searched, and forcibly pressed him towards the dog hole she crawled in when she came in-

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