Yin Shuoyue wiped out the cigar in his hand, threw it on the table and stood up: "Do the people outside the window need to come in for a visit!?"
After leisurely speaking, Tangxin couldn't help but move her feet back a few steps. She was indeed a ruthless character, so he could find her. What should I do now? Hide?
Before Tang Xin could think of a countermeasure, someone opened the floor-to-ceiling window. Yin Shuoyue stood in front of Tang Xin with the corners of her mouth raised slightly. She lowered her head and looked down at her. "Oh, a little girl?!"
Swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, he was such a scary person. His speed was really fast. No wonder the Lord said that this mission was dangerous. However, looking at him at such a close distance, one could tell whether he was using disguise or not.
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Yin Shuoyue tilted her head and frowned, wondering why the little girl kept staring at her face. She narrowed her eyes and grabbed Tangxin's snow-white and delicate neck with her big hands.
"Tell me, who are you and what are you doing here!" Now, with just a slight force, he could break her neck.
Tangxin tried hard to keep her mouth shut tightly. However, the pain in her neck made her stammer.
The more stubborn she became, the more suspicious Yin Shuoyue became. A little girl observing his every move outside the window must have some agenda. The girl's thin skin and bones did not look like a person who knew martial arts.
The big hand increased its strength. He slowly raised his hand, and Tang Xin's feet were completely off the ground.
The little body reacted by making some struggling movements, but her eyes were still staring at Yin Shuoyue's face. She must complete the task, even if it would cost her her life.
Tears were so choked in my throat that they almost fell down. My breathing became hasty.
Suddenly, a black figure jumped down from the balcony. "Yin Shuoyue, let him go, your opponent is here!"
Jiumei Luolan held down Yin Shuoyue's hand that was pinching her neck.
Is it her? This little girl turned out to be hers. Yin Shuoyue shrugged her shoulders and let go of Tangxin's neck. She muttered quietly: "If you miss me, you don't need to send a little girl to peek at me."
There was a hint of cynicism in his words.
Jiumei Luolan gave a cold look. She took out a black pistol from the small bag on her side. The muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Yin Shuoyue's head. "Yin Shuoyue, do you recognize this gun?"
This gun belongs to Feng. It was found by Xi Zaifeng's body. She wants to use this gun to kill the enemy who killed Feng with her own hands!
Yin Shuoyue did not panic. She turned around and gently tapped the pistol with her finger: "This gun is from Xiu Shengfeng. I prefer you to use a Western sword than a gun."
Yin Shuoyue raised her eyebrows and looked at a corner of the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Jiumei Luolan followed his gaze and glanced over. A Western sword was hanging on the wall in the corner! Suddenly, the wound on Xiu Shengfeng's body that was injured by the Western sword flashed through her mind.
The blood suddenly surged up, and the hand holding the gun couldn't stop shaking.
Yin Shuoyue still laughed as usual. "What? Your most powerful thing shouldn't be a Western sword."
"Yin Shuoyue!!" Her anger had reached its limit. Her mind seemed to be almost certain that Yin Shuoyue had killed Feng.
"Hey~ We are in the same school. Why are you so angry?"
"Yin Shuoyue, did you use that sword to kill Xiu Shengfeng?!" Jiumei Luolan clenched her fists. She now wished she could grind that Western sword into powder.
Yin Shuoyue's dark green eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and confusion and doubts all rushed to his face: "You said, Xiu Shengfeng is dead?" He was almost not sure whether what he heard was true, Jiu Meiluo
Why did Lan say that? Xiu Shengfeng actually died?