The Killer Also Crosses the Series The Lovers Are Relentless

Chapter 219 The King's People, Even the Emperor Cannot Kill 3
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."

Between the smiling faces, the feeling is indescribably deserted and sharp.

Mo Yu raised her feet and slowly walked over the big man's body, walking slowly between him and his companions.

When she walked halfway, the officials with straight eyes woke up as if they had just woken up from a dream. One after another, they pulled out their hidden weapons and attacked Mo Yu who was walking among them.

Screams.

The dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

These voices instantly resounded in the street that had become extremely empty because of their fight, and finally turned into moans.

Mo Yu raised his hand and kicked the last official servant to the pillar, and looked around at the official servant who fell to the ground and groaned.

His gaze finally fell on the face of the big man with his shoulders hugged and his face turned pale.

Lifting his lips and smiling lightly, he said frankly, "I'm a killer!"

The big man's lips trembled, and he nodded hastily to confirm what Mo Yu said.

I'm afraid that slowing down will cause Mo Yu's displeasure.

"Generally, I don't do business that loses money, so I don't kill people easily unless someone pays."

Mo Yu raised the corner of his mouth lightly, and after seeing the big man nod heavily again, he said calmly: "And you trash, it's a business that I don't even bother to accept."

Lifting his feet, he walked away along the officials who had been knocked to the ground by him.

Walking to the street, turning a corner, Mo Yu's figure stopped.

Under the corner of the street, there is a notice wall.

There are many portraits of people on the wall, all of whom the imperial court ordered the world to arrest and arrest.

On the most conspicuous place on the wall, there is a portrait hanging, but there is no figure on it, only two simple words, night kill.

And her portrait was photographed next to the word "Ye Sha".

Under the wall, with his back facing the street where Mo Yu was, stood a man, looking up at the notices.

From the angle of his raised head, Mo Yu could bet that what he was looking at was her wanted portrait.

The straight and loose back, even standing there quietly, still gives people a kind of oppressive domineering, black hair, mixed with the black silk robe on his body, in the shadow of the beautiful lights , seemed extremely lonely.

(End of this chapter)