He suddenly stepped forward and held the scimitar in his hand.
When the deacon turned around and was about to fly out, the tip of the knife pierced his chest from behind. He raised his hand to touch the tip of the knife, and when he turned his head, he could no longer see anyone in his eyes.
All I felt was murderous aura and horror.
who is it?
Apart from that horrified man, who else could kill someone quietly?
This was the first time that Yu Yuanzhao saw Yu Wushuang murder someone. He was so silent and fast that he didn't even see her clearly. By the time Qingming came, she was already standing behind that person.
At this speed, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to match it.
Di Yan's eyes moved slightly, and before he could think about anything, he suddenly looked at the angry looks directed at the villains above and below.
angry?
What is she so angry about?
Yu Wushuang let go of his hand, and the deacon knelt down and then hit the ground.
She looked up and walked towards the Cloud Tower.
"Little sister." Yu Yuan followed closely.
Yu Wushuang was very confused. It was impossible for him not to know the identity of the deacon. He was a descendant of the Witch Clan and a member of the Demon Clan. If his identity was discovered in Kyoto City, the consequences would be serious.
At this time, Di Yan was very cold, and nothing was of any concern to him.
Although she was not very clear about what he wanted before, she also knew that his identity could not be revealed at this time.
Jun Ting tensed up when he saw the man rushing towards him, and made a sincere gesture of invitation.
Immediately after seeing the person following him, he immediately smiled coldly, stepped forward and stretched out his hand to block Yu Yuanzhao's way.
"Third Young Master Yu, stop."
"Stop it, get out of here." Yu Yuanzhao pushed.
"...Third Young Master Yu, my master has a bad temper."
"I also have a bad temper."
"Third Young Master, please listen to me and act honestly. Otherwise, it will be very difficult for the hostess." Jun Ting said.
"Mistress? Who is your mistress? Stop yelling." Yu Yuanzhao was angry.
"You should be able to tell, right?" A smile flashed across Jun Ting's face.
Yu Yuanzhao was rarely choked. The younger sister was indeed——
Here, Yu Wushuang kicked the door open and walked in front of Di Yan in a few steps.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
"It's not your turn to ask what I want to do," he said.
"You knew who he was, why did you let him go? Cuiyu Yunlou has been hidden for so many years, do you want to expose Yunlou to the outside world?" Yu Wushuang scolded her face.
If he had done it back then, he would definitely not have done this.
"So what." Di Yan stared at her.
"Do you know..."
"I don't allow anyone to interfere in my work, including you. Don't think that because there is something between you and him, you can do whatever you want. If you want to question me, you are not qualified." Di Yan said coldly.
Not qualified?
Yu Wushuang's heart twitched, she wasn't qualified? If she wasn't qualified, then who else was?
I couldn't help but raise my hand and hook it around his neck, forcefully bite my lips on his lips.
Di Yan's dark color paused slightly, his eyes were as black as silk and could not be opened, a tingling breath came from his mouth, and his heart beat suddenly.
With his eyes lowered, he felt that the annoyed and angry woman in front of him seemed to have the ability to seduce people's hearts.
Yu Wushuang kissed and bit him, rubbed and released him, and said coldly: "Am I qualified now?"
"without--"
Before she finished speaking, a small hand came up to her, and her eyes were dangerous: "Think about it, think about it seriously..."
Something flashed through Di Yan's mind, his silk eyes stared at her, and his lips quivered: "You."
"I know."
She understood just one word.
Di Yan was silent for a while, his voice cold: "Why are you angry?"