The Killer Also Crosses the Series The Lovers Are Relentless

Chapter 218 The King's People, Even the Emperor Cannot Kill 2
Frowning with a lack of interest, he threw the dagger in his hand aside casually: "Could it be that you trash are the only ones left in the Ye Sha Sect?"

The kung fu of these people really made her look down upon.

It feels like a waste of energy even if you shoot.

"Mo Yu!"

A big man disguised as a street performer yelled loudly before Mo Yu turned around to leave.

I don't know if it's for his own prestige, or just out of habit, he raised his arm and pointed at Mo Yu with the steel knife in his hand; "The emperor has ordered that there are many bloody cases in the Yesha family. If you are sensible, you will be arrested quickly!"

Hearing this stern voice, Mo Yu suddenly burst out laughing.

Just now, she was still surprised why Ye Sha sent such a low-level person to deal with her. It turned out that she had mistaken the target.

Smiling, he raised his foot and approached the big man slowly.

When there were still a dozen or so steps away, seeing the big man and the people around him take a step back unconsciously, Mo Yu curled his lips into a mocking smile.

He kept walking, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What if I don't know people?"

The approaching figure made the big man's face a little ugly.

Taking another step back, pointing at Mo Yu's steel knife, the tip of the knife trembled visibly.

He opened and closed his lips several times, and under Mo Yu's fixed sight, he couldn't say what he had said countless times in his life.

"It doesn't matter if it's shot or not."

It was Mo Yu who smiled and groaned softly for him.

After the words fell, Mo Yu, who was still about ten steps away, quickly approached the big man when everyone didn't see clearly at all.

He raised his hand, pinched the steel knife pointed at him with his fingers, and broke the steel knife easily.

With such a light and easy movement, it seemed as if he casually folded a blooming flower beside him.

Under the horrified eyes of those officials, Mo Yu casually played with the sharp blade in his hand, flicking his fingers.

The sharp blade passed through the shoulder of the big man holding the steel knife with a gust of wind.

With a bloody arrow piercing from the back shoulder, the strength was not exhausted, and it continued to fly forward for a few meters, and sank into a wooden stake with a sound of 'Du'.

Seeing the steel knife in the big man's hand fall to the ground, Mo Yu smiled lightly; "Remember, I don't like people pointing at me."

(End of this chapter)