Chapter 112 Black Shadow

Looking at the open door, Dongfang leaned leisurely on the edge of the door frame and looked at the two people who looked at each other. Dongfangyin is still asleep. Longyu doesn't know where he has fooled around and hasn't come back yet.

And Dongfang Li across the corridor just took a look and turned back to the room, completely indifferent to home. Murong Xi and Amber were a little worried at the beginning, but when they looked at the east at the door, they stood by the railing and looked at this side.

Mu Yin saw the people watching the play at the door, which was quite big. I have seen such a cruel master, and I have never seen such an unscrupulous girl.

Dongfang Tho just raised his eyebrows about this: can the housekeeper count the master, can't the master betray the housekeeper? What's more, who is to blame for not cleaning your buttocks? Finally, he also motioned the two of them to go further away, and don't disturb ** people.

Mu sighed and disappeared into the room in the blink of an eye. The black shadow turned its back to Dongfang, looked up at the window blown by the strong wind, and shouted coldly, "Humph, don't go!" Then he also caught up.

Murong Xi and Amber across the corridor saw that there was nothing wrong and went to bed by themselves.

Dongfang saw that the man had gone far away and entered the room and closed the door with his backhand. Sitting by the bed to take care of Dongfang Yin, the nerves that suddenly relaxed only felt sleepy and casually pulled the other bed quilt on the inside of the bed and lay outside the bed and fell asleep.

In the west of the city, two black images are facing each other three meters away. Under the cover of the night, the shadow is darker, and Mu Yin is no different from that in a black robe.

The wind blew innocently and lifted the corners of their clothes. The drums are ringing...

And those corpses in the evening have disappeared at this time. Except for the dark color of the ground in the night, they don't look like many people who have died at all. Neither of them cares. They are dead, and who still cares about the body.

The night is deeper, and the wind in the forest looks a little cold. On the right hand side is a slightly narrow moat. The water flows slowly downstream, with the shadows facing the streets in the distance, and behind Mu Yin are dark mountains.

At this time, no one moved. But it can be seen from the expressions on their faces that there is no suspense at all. Mu Yin can easily solve more than a dozen people. Do you still care about the missing one?

The forehead of the shadow has been sweating, and the breathing under the face towel is gradually panting. A face towel that pulled the way and threw it aside, staring at Mu Yin without any discomfort, showing panic and fear.

Suddenly, with a 'ding' backhand inserted the soft sword in his hand, kneeling on one knee to support the body with the broken heart. Wow, a mouthful of scarlet spewed out, and I didn't even look at it and wiped it away. Even if the 'trend' has gone, it is still shouting at Mu Yin: "Gun over the token."

Mu Yin seemed to hear a joke. He raised his foot and walked close to the shadow and stopped within ten steps. Instead of fear, he frowned and looked at the blood on the ground. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth pulled slightly: "Did they say the same thing about the people you killed earlier?"

The shadow looked up at the person in front of him. Yes, they also said the same thing as him: hand over the token!

But at that time, they were still not soft. I knew that I couldn't survive tonight, but at this time, my body couldn't move as if it was filled with lead, and I couldn't even use the strength to lift my sword to beat myself. Looking at the harmless smiling face above his head with frightened eyes, he regretted that he had no brain to take back the token.

Still with a pleasant smile, Mu Yin looked at the shadow on one knee on the ground without any pity in his eyes. Slowly said, "Who are you?"

The shadow shook his lips and didn't intend to open his mouth. He just snorted coldly and covered his chest and gasped. Mu Yin looked at the dark shadow that had not yet figured out the situation and nodded patiently: "Zang Xianmen, door Chu."

When the shadow heard Mu Yin say his sect and name, his eyes, which were gradually lax due to pain, were full of shock: "How do you know?"

"I know a lot." Mu Yin did not intend to say more, but smiled ambiguously.

"In that case, what nonsense." Heiyingmen Chu felt that he was teased by Mu Yin and closed his eyes coldly. At this point, it's useless to say more. I just want to die as neatly as the door.

Oh~? Mu Yin raised his eyebrows and his eyes were full of smiles. In the night, two slightly larger birds stopped on the treetops at a high level, shaking their wings and fluttering twice.

Mu Yin looked up at them and said to himself: Thank you for your hard work.

There were two birds singing again, and their wings flapped to the deeper part of the night until they melted into the darkness.

"You are the one who eavesdropped on our words outside the door just now."

Men Chu originally held the mentality of dying and closed his eyes tightly. Unexpectedly, after hearing the two bird calls, he did not wait to predict death, and he heard the person in front of him seem to ask the truth and say jumping words. He didn't come to his senses for a moment. He opened his eyes and looked at Mu Yin and tried to ask, "What?"

"The fragrance of dragon saliva on your body." Mu Yin ignored his doubts and said to himself, with the corners of his eyes twitching from time to time: Long really deserved to die and let him smell his saliva.

The more he listened, the more confused he became. He frowned, and his face became more pale, reflecting the bleak silver brilliance and dark clothes. I only felt a little more cautious than ghosts. Mu Yin was nothing different from beginning to end. He was not afraid of living, but also afraid of the ghost of death?

In fact, when he stepped into Licheng from the door Chu, Mu Yinhe, who has not appeared so far, has known, because of the toothpicked bamboo stick ejected earlier by the dragon heritage. At this moment, he was firmly inserted into the inner side of the clothes in front of Menchu's chest. Menchu subconsciously lowered his head with Mu's eyes. He had just covered the messy front skirt of his chest. A thin bamboo stick just penetrated the inner coat and stuck on his body, and he was unaware of it.

After careful thought, he realized that he was in a hurry. Avoid the strong road like a broken bamboo and shoot on your skirt when you dodge sideways. I wondered why I didn't see weapons such as hidden weapons and weapons, but the situation did not allow him to think about it, and he forgot it when he fled in a hurry. But now it doesn't matter...

"I won't kill you, I'll bring a word to your master. Fengqi Oriental Mansion, you are welcome to come and be the target at any time..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door Chu's eyes were black, and the soft sword in his hand was weak to hold tightly, and he fell to the ground with a soft 'ding' sound. The man also fell to the ground and fainted. I vaguely saw the arrogant smile and only remembered that sentence - Fengqi Oriental Mansion...

Seeing that people fainted, Mu Yin did not stop and went to the city. On the road, I recalled the words from the 'big mouth' just now, which was the big bird that had just stopped on the tree. There is a headache. It seems that the son of the city owner and the other two are not good stubbles.

Also, is the 'evidence' left by him kindly just now considered a rebellion? Mu Yin thought like this, and there was no guilt on his face, but with a smile. It's just that his master is too weak to live without recruiting some targets to practice. You can't let the sloppy ghost of Long Yu be like that for the rest of his life.