The noisy crowd, what makes his eyes shine?

Warbler cries. An imperceptible warbler's cry.

At this time, Geng Yuer was killing all directions, and the iron painting gambling house was shaken, and in this place, who was not cheering and shouting, not a person with a heart, the warbler's cry could never be heard.

Zhuo Qing turned back, Tao Xun turned back, and Jiang Qiyun turned back.

Everyone watched the game, but the three turned around.

Immediately distinguish the three people from the crowd. All of a sudden, he was sure that the connection between the three of them was not small.

Zhuo Qing and Tao Xun rushed out at the same time, squeezing and lowering their heads and faces.

Jiang Qiyun didn't move, suddenly raised his head, and met him on the eaves.

His heart was like a cool day, and he immediately leaned down on the eaves.

The moonlight was clear and gentle, but it did not illuminate his surroundings.

The instinctive wildness made him understand that he had been spied on, and that kind of person might be the group of people who were looking for Meng Qingyi.

The crisp cry of the warbler is to inform the accomplices.

Thinking about it this way, Zhuo Qing and Tao Xun are also the same guy.

As for Jiang Qiyun, he hasn't figured it out yet.

Now it's too late for him to figure it out.

Because at this time, there was already a second warbler crying. The voice was tactful and long, as if revealing his tracks.

Sure enough, there were footsteps everywhere.

His heart is not restless or beating, and since it has reached the moment of hard touching, there can be no more fear.

He had thought about the current situation in his heart for a while, and in the best case, there were only three people who were trapping him, namely Zhuo Qing and Tao Xun, and one was hiding under the cover of the night.

Of course, it is also possible that the support from the rear will continue to come, and then he will be like a fish to be slaughtered, ready to be under the sword.

Now, he can't help but start to feel sorry for his lack of light skills, and if he can walk on the ground on the sloping eaves, he may be able to break through the bags of a few people.

But now they have to sit back and wait?

He moved.

There were two layers of bricks on the eaves, and suddenly, more than a dozen of them were removed by him. He shook himself, and the iron painting gambling house was used as a shaft, and in all directions, tiles fell.

Tao Xun pulled Zhuo Qing hard, so as to avoid Zhuo Qing, who was not paying attention, from being smashed by the black brick.

The footsteps of the two were left behind, and of course, they were also worried about not being able to get caught up, and suffered a counterattack from an unknown opponent.

Tao Xun puffed out his mouth and gently blew out the warbler cry.

It's really a secret way to communicate, depending on the tone, the beginning and the end, crisp or low, and it can convey almost all the messages.

Tao Xun screamed softly, wanting to know the movement on the house. Both pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

He closed his eyes and listened.

From his thoughts, the person who was secretly observing him must also be alone. As soon as the man made a noise, he attacked it with all his might, and he must defeat the enemy in one move, otherwise he would be surrounded by two people in the street after a bitter battle. And the wound on his chest that seemed to heal was still a hidden danger, and it would choke his throat at any time.

He silently bowed his body tightly, every muscle could explode in an instant, and as soon as the warbler cries in response, he would leap away desperately.

The moon is silent, and so is the air.

Not only Zhuo Qing and Tao Xun, but even he was a little surprised.

But in this silence, there seems to be some indescribable ruthlessness.

He slowly hid his figure from the eaves.

Zhuo Qing and Tao Xun also retreated backwards.

The long streets and back alleys never seem to have happened, and they always seem to be so peaceful.

Not far away, in a corner of the eaves, where the people who were watching him hid.

Of course, the peep heard Tao Xun's code, and the peep really wanted to remind the two, but the peeper couldn't shout.

I don't know when, a short knife has been erected on my neck, but I don't know when, the throat of the voice has been cut by the short knife.

It was just a shallow coolness, and there was no pain, if it weren't for the blood dripping all over the clothes, the peeping person would simply not notice.

The peep clutched his throat, and the blood immediately soaked the entire palm.

The peep turned back to look, but it was already a hurried voice, and what was really seen was only a red scarf.

The peeping man wanted to tell him about it, but he could only lie down and stare silently at the tranquility of the moonlight.