Returning to General Hussar's Mansion, after a period of fuss, Du Fang screened everyone away and let Liu Yue, who was completely drunk, sleep.
The night filled the air, and gradually everything became quiet.
Liuyue turned over, and her eyes, which had been drunk and ignorant, suddenly opened. There was a little bit of confusion in those eyes, sober that she couldn't wake up anymore.
Climbing out of the window, Liu Yue quietly sneaked out of the Hussars General's mansion in the night.
Liu Yue is probably the only one who wants to leave his general's mansion in such a sneaky way.
After climbing over the wall, the man in dark red under the night was already standing at the corner of the street, smiling and extending his hand to her.
They took a few steps closer, stretched out their hands to hold each other's hands, smiled at each other, turned around and disappeared into the night.
Fucheng Chamber of Commerce's suburban annex.
The two of them just entered the house. There was a strong wind outside, and people were already coming like flying in the dark night.
Liu Yue's face suddenly darkened, and she was about to meet him with her backhand.
Xuanyuan Che took Liu Yue's hand, chuckled, shook his fingers, and gestured toward Liu Yue.
When Liu Yue saw this, she immediately knew that this was Xuanyuan Che playing a trick, and she immediately dodged into the back room behind her.
Xuanyuan Che was still dressed as the black boy. Seeing this, he sat down slowly, picked up the teapot on the table, and slowly poured a cup of tea.
"Bang." The man who came in the dark night did not hide his traces at all. He banged open Xuanyuan Che's door and rushed in with a murderous look on his face.
"It's you." An absolutely surprised voice sounded, and the person who came seemed quite shocked.
Liuyue, who was leaning against the door of the inner room, suddenly moved her eyes when she heard the words, Fei Chengliu, it turned out that the person coming was Fei Chengliu.
Looking at Fei Chengliu who was shocked and speechless, Xuanyuan Che slowly raised the tea cup in his hand and said calmly: "Factory owner Fei."
So calm and familiar, this is still the young and anxious black boy at the auction.
The look of shock on Fei Chenglie's face disappeared, the sword in his hand flashed, and he put his sword on Xuanyuan Che's neck.
The whirring murderous aura seemed to be real, and the lights in the room were almost dimmed.