The Killer Also Crosses the Series The Lovers Are Relentless

Chapter 63
What Mo Yu said was the truth, if it wasn't for the vacancy caused by the sudden change of Meisha and Yesha last time, it is indeed impossible for them to get the current seat.

Although several months have passed, until now, Meiqing can still recall the fear that grew worse day by day with the passing of the two years of qualification when she was not promoted.

At that time, no matter how she counted, she couldn't find a target that she could kill and successfully advance from among the seven people who were still seductive and murderous, Ye Han and Ye Wu.

Especially night cold.
Thinking of Yehan, Meiqing's eyes suddenly widened.

At this time, Mo Yu was still smiling, and with a sudden turn of his arm, he opened the red fan in his palm, revealing the lifelike red swallowtail butterfly with gold on the fan.

This fan belongs to Ye Han!

When Meiqing recognized the fan, her heart sank suddenly.

What does it mean that Ye Han lent his own weapon to Mo Yu?
After she killed Mo Yu, what would Ye Han do to her?

All kinds of thoughts that must not be had now, before this duel that could divide life and death at any time, because of Mo Yu's words and deeds and fan, flooded into Meiqing's heart that was already in chaos.

The tremors that could not be eliminated in those two years reappeared tonight.

After Mo Yu sighed lightly, his complexion suddenly sank.

"With Yehan and the others around, the five of you have no qualifications to be killers at all."

His tone became decisive in an instant, he closed the red fan in his palm, and pointed in the direction of charming: "And you are the worst one among the five!"

"so what!"

Meiqing's timid expression changed correspondingly with Mo Yu's words, and became a coldness that was completely different from her previous ones, even when killing people.

His tone was as decisive as Mo Yu's.

"Even if I'm the worst one among them, it's enough to kill you!"

The fingers that were pulling the hair loosened, and the arm drew an arc in mid-air.

Under the silver moonlight, the slender and fair fingers changed into countless wonderful postures in the air with a kind of ecstatic beauty, as if two white magnolias blooming in the sky were attacking Moyu.

(End of this chapter)