The Killer Also Crosses the Series The Lovers Are Relentless

Chapter 17 Night Killing Part 7
After a while, he suddenly gave a wry smile, gritted his teeth, took out the dagger from his sleeve, and inserted the dagger into his chest before Mo Yu had time to react.

Looking at Mo Yu's eyes, there is a deep bitterness that is completely incompatible with her age.

He let go of the dagger in his hand and pointed out the window.

"Third watch"

The arm, halfway up, slumped in mid-air, and after staying for a second or two, it fell down with the body.

Mo Yu's gaze followed Luo Wu's body to the ground, until there was a heavy thud between her head and the ground, and Mo Yu leaned her body obliquely against the wall next to the bed.

A wet feeling ran down her back, down her waist, and finally soaked into the mattress she was sitting on.

When Luo Wu was injured just now, all the wounds on her body should have burst with force.

There were big drops of sweat on his forehead.

The bloodless lips were mixed with the pale face, and the edges could not be distinguished at all.

The blow just now had already caused Mo Yu to fall into collapse.

That's why, without asking anything, he just told Luo Wu to get out.

If Luo Wu had committed suicide a few seconds later, maybe she would not have wanted to die. At that time, she would have discovered that killing Mo Yu was actually that simple.

With just one little finger, Mo Yu, whose physical strength was on the verge of collapse, could be killed.

Mo Yu panted against the wall, and looked out the window that Luo Wu pointed to just now.

Can't help but startled slightly.

Outside the window is a courtyard.

Now the entire courtyard is filled with bright sunlight.

In front of the window sill, a pair of butterflies fluttered past.

A little far away, a shady tree branch is swaying in the hot wind in the summer afternoon.

Mo Yu has already judged from the sunlight on the window sill that it is now clearly around noon, why does Luo Wu say that the third watch is here before he dies?
Between the surprise and uncertainty, the door was pushed open by a pair of hands.

Her fingers are slender and fair, and she is playing with a red fan with her fingertips: "I'm right, the person who died must not be her!"

Mo Yu withdrew his gaze from the window, and looked quietly at Ye Han who stepped into the room with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)