The purple-shirted woman in front of the counter raised her head as if she was slightly conscious, and the eyes of the middle-aged man in brocade suddenly flashed, gradually condensing into a line, and projecting the past with special concentration; Shoulders are shaved and long, and a purple skirt is wrapped around the body, which is slim and not explicit. One more point is fat, one less point is thin, warm and plump. The eyes open and close like bright stars, looking forward to shining.

Such a superb in the world, what you earn is not just a look, what you win is not just a string of admiration, it is a feeling of soul-grabbing, which will take away the nostalgia of a lifetime, and leave the soul without regrets, even if you fall into the abyss.

The middle-aged man's two glowing eyes moved down inch by inch from the purple-shirted woman's warm jade-like face, across the smooth and white neck, and then slowly moved to the firm and towering chest, and then to the slender waist and legs that Ying Ying held in one hand, until the feet, and moved his gaze up again, there was a faint sound of saliva swallowing in his throat, and a pair of fingers hidden between the sleeves kept opening and closing, showing a certain emotion that he was strongly suppressing at the moment.

This silent glance made people suddenly feel that their whole body was slowly stripped naked by the other party, and the purple-shirted woman's cheeks couldn't help but burn, her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and a cold killing intent flashed from the bottom of her eyes.

This is not a scrutiny, appreciation, or amazement of the gaze, it is with an extremely domineering aggressiveness, a strong desire to possess, a jackal, a tiger and a leopard-like cruelty, between heaven and earth, only the devil can have such a pair of eyes.

The woman in the purple shirt has definitively sealed the coffin of this middle-aged man in her heart in an instant, this is a woman's most primitive intuition, and there is no need to prove anything?

Although this person looks a little bit of mature male elegance on the surface, his gestures show a gentle and elegant attitude, and a touch of arrogance implies that only those who have been in high positions for a long time will have that special coercion. To tell the truth, it is difficult for anyone with this kind of temperament, charm, and aura to associate him with the ghost butcher who shares the anger of the people and gods in the first place.

However, from the moment he suddenly stopped outside the door, Zi Yan, who had been looking like he was immersed in a book, had already caught a particularly evil aura in the air, which escaped from the middle man who pushed the door in, but it was not yet possible to conclude that this person was the object to be killed in the purple-level mission, until the pair of eyes that could strip a woman of her clothes appeared......

Perhaps, if it were Qingfeng and Gu Lanxing, just with this intuition and suspicion, they would have made a move without hesitation, even if they killed the wrong person, they would not be innocent, and the existence of this kind of yin and evil aura in their bodies would not be a good person?

However, this is not Ziyan's style of acting, the white and black, good and evil between heaven and earth, are born and coexist, there is no "yin", there will be the existence of "yang", even if a person is extremely evil, there are a hundred ways to die, it is not just based on intuition and suspicion, you can kill at will, there is no such power, obligation and duty, otherwise, what are the many laws and laws to do?

If you kill a sinner who has not been convicted by the law, you will immediately become a sinner yourself. Therefore, Ziyan only locked the target of the task at the first time, but she would not make a quick move without ironclad evidence, she trusted her own judgment.

If the other party is really the ghost butcher, and he takes the initiative to walk in, he has already chosen the next target of the crime, and has been secretly peeping for many days, and the purpose of this move is nothing more than to step on the plate and observe the internal situation, and then finally decide whether to do it

A kind of crime, but never missed, existed on the purple-level task list for two years, and is still at large, this alone is not something that ordinary cultivators can do, which shows that they act before they act, they like to take risks, but they are extremely cautious and cautious, and they are keen and suspicious, and they will do a lot of preparation work before committing each crime, and reserve a way out......

This is Lu Suifeng's analysis of the goal of this mission, and this person's identity must have a good background, and it is likely to be a powerful person in a big power family, so it is difficult to be listed as the object of suspicion, according to the information of each victim, they are not ordinary women, each of them has a good beauty, good genes and blood, and also has a high level of cultivation, only women who meet these conditions will be listed as the target of the crime.

The moment Ziyan raised her head, she quickly made a series of analyses and judgments in her mind, and concluded that she had already been locked by the other party as the next target. However, this is just speculation, you can't just wipe someone's neck angrily because the other party looks at you like a pervert, so that there is no man in the world.

Pursing his lips and smiling, the room was full of brilliance, the depths of the middle-aged man's eyes were also swaying, his pupils flashed with a desire that could not be concealed, and he couldn't help but slightly stretch out the tip of his tongue and lightly rub his lips, and then took a deep breath, as if he was suppressing some strong impulse in his heart. This series of subtle changes is difficult to capture on his face, the long hair that is scattered covers half of his face, but the face that is exposed is as calm as water, and there is no sign of mood swings.

"It rained a lot...... Don't you mind, do you?"

"Please take a seat!" Ziyan said lightly, her voice was gentle and soft, as if she was out of the valley, which made people want to bathe in the spring wind and rain.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, did not look around at the situation, and did not even raise his eyes to look at the divine blades hanging on the wall, which did seem a little abnormal, as if he had known the existence of these things, and did not even reveal a trace of curiosity.

On the contrary, when his hand rested on a nearby chair, his eyebrows twitched slightly, "Holy Order Demon Beast Skeleton!" His lips squirmed, his voice low enough that only he could hear, and at the same time showed a slight shock of surprise in his heart.

The horror of the Saint-rank demon beast, even the cultivators of the Life and Death Realm are afraid of it, once encountered, the chance of surviving by luck will never be higher than one percent, let alone dare to talk about killing it. However, every table and chair here is actually ......

The middle-aged man's body wrapped in a brocade robe trembled, and the body that was about to sit down suddenly stood upright, and the exposed half of his face, the complexion instantly changed more than three colors, and the unexpected tremor showed a touch of shock, and then thought of a possibility, and quickly turned white, and then keenly sensed an extremely dangerous signal, and half of his face suddenly turned blue-gray.

"It's raining, excuse me!" The middle-aged man's complexion quickly returned to normal, showing quite an excellent psychological quality, and he turned around gracefully and walked out calmly.

"Stay!"

The gentle and gentle voice sounded in his ears again, if he had heard it like a spring breeze before, then at this moment he felt like a golden iron horse, with a sonorous sound.

The middle-aged man's body leaned forward slightly stiffened, and one of his raised feet hung in the air, and then, through the glass window, he saw a fat man standing outside the door, with his hands clasped around his chest, squinting slightly, looking at himself with a hint of mockery, and there was a young man standing behind the fat man, his face was full of cold murderous aura, and the gaze in his eyes was as cold as if he was looking at a corpse.

Although the two people blocking the door looked very ordinary, and there were no fluctuations in the aura that a cultivator should have, the more this happened, the more extremely unsettling it became, because he couldn't see through the cultivation of these two people. In this Snow City, there are only levels of cultivation, that is to say, there are no ordinary people at all.

The only explanation is that the cultivation of these two people is absolutely above himself, although it seems very casual, as if he is also hiding from the wind and rain, but he is deeply aware that it is by no means! Moreover, it seems that he is still coming at himself, this is not the first time he has experienced this situation, because of his calm response, every time he can have a frightening way out of trouble, and even kill an opponent who is higher than himself.

What is puzzling is that he has been silent for a while, he has been in retreat and cultivation, and only came out a few days ago to find the next suitable target for yin receptivity, how could he be so quickly locked on, and he was blocked?

Could it be that he was too sensitive and suspicious, and that he was scaring himself? He has not forgotten that it is precisely because of this sensitive and suspicious nature that he has escaped countless disasters, and the so-called cautious sailing of the ship of ten thousand years, with his current situation, he does not dare to take the slightest risk, so no matter whether his judgment is correct or not, he will not run into it head-on.

At this moment, the thoughts in his brain turned back and forth, and the lifted foot retreated, still turning slowly in an elegant posture, his eyes were as calm as water, and he couldn't see the slightest emotional fluctuation, and he felt that the two people outside the door did not make any further moves, otherwise, he would take the purple-shirted woman in front of the counter as a hostage at the first time.

"Girl, are you calling me?" the middle-aged man said calmly, his steps were as gentle as his tone, his feet seemed to have not touched the ground at all, only moved slightly, and then floated leisurely towards the counter, a distance of ten meters, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Across a counter from each other, Ziyan closed the book in front of her, and a light smile overflowed on her face again, so gentle, soft, pure and natural that there was no trace of impurities, so that people would not feel that behind this smile, there would be any terrible crisis.

Talking nonsense.