"Qinghe?" The ancient warrior's instinctive reaction made An Luoluo narrowly avoid it, and he immediately saw the person coming clearly.
"Hmph." Qinghe waited for An Luoluo coldly without making a sound. He snorted coldly, and his killer moves became faster and faster.
An Luoluo dodged calmly and looked at Qinghe indifferently, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Why do you want to kill me?" An Luoluo's beautiful face condensed for a while, and her exquisite eyes were filled with cold and murderous intent. She would never be soft on those who wanted her life.
But, she wanted to know why Qinghe wanted to kill her?
"Because you deserve to die." Qing He's eyes were extremely cold, and his movements became faster and crueler.
The look on her face was slightly startled. Although she knew that An Luoluo knew martial arts, she didn't know that her martial arts was so powerful.
The attack that was thought to kill in one blow was dodged, and now it is even more difficult to attack for a long time. It is obvious that An Luoluo's kung fu is no longer inferior to hers, but even better than hers.
Realizing this, Qing He's face became ugly.
"I'm asking you for the last time, why did you kill me?" An Luoluo's dark pupils flashed a dark red, and his beautiful face was ruthless.
Qinghe was struck by the coldness and murderous intent that erupted from An Luoluo's body. The movements of his hands slowed down a bit. It was obvious that the aura of killing with one strike had been broken, and the defeat was determined.
"Humph, because you deserve to die." Qinghe's eyes were cold and he still answered like that.
"Very good." An Luoluo curled her lips, and an enchanting smile blossomed slowly on her beautiful face, cold and ruthless, and captivating.
Bang, jam!
With a loud bang, Qing He's body flew out violently and fell heavily to the ground. The sound of broken bones was sharp and clear.
Cold and cold eyes fell on Qing He. An Luoluo looked at Qing He condescendingly with a cold expression.
"It's easy to let you die, but what I'm more curious about is, why did you kill me, and who asked you to kill me?" The red lips opened slightly, and every word was cold and cruel, cruel and ruthless.
"What's wrong?" After the enemy's housekeeper heard the explosion, he ran over and was shocked when he saw such a scene.
"Send her to Yun and tell Yun that she wants to kill me." His cold gaze swept across Qinghe with contempt, and An Luoluo turned around and left indifferently.
As a person, he would give her a reasonable answer. When he thought about someone actually assassinating him in his enemy's family, and when he thought that if he had not recovered his ancient martial arts ability at that time, An Luoluo couldn't help but feel frightened.
The knife passed by without any sound, and he didn't even feel the slightest killing intent. If it weren't for the instinctive reaction of an ancient warrior, his head might be in a different place at this moment.
Such a real experience made An Luoluo realize that the matter she was involved in was serious, and what was she about to face?
Back in the room, An Luoluo turned on her computer and began to wander through major intelligence networks, searching for information about Qinghe. Qinghe was given to her by Yun, and she followed her to protect herself.
But now Qinghe, who had to follow her and protect her, wanted to kill her. If Qinghe had always been by Yun's side, then when was this hidden chess piece buried?
If Qinghe is not An Qi, then who wants to kill her?
An Luoluo sat in front of the computer and was puzzled. His original good mood disappeared because of Qinghe's assassination.
