The Killer Also Crosses the Series The Lovers Are Relentless

Chapter 7
While speaking, the folding fan in his hand suddenly opened, staring at Mo Yu silently, frowning, as if there was something in his heart that he couldn't decide.

At the same time as the man opened the folding fan, Mo Yu suddenly narrowed his eyes.

His eyes were fixed on the fan in the man's hand.

The fan is pasted with red silk cloth. On the fan, a butterfly is outlined with simple golden lines.

As the man flicked his fingers, the butterflies on the fan also fluttered.

The lifelike appearance, in Mo Yu's eyes, is like a living swallowtail butterfly, bringing out a series of golden fireflies at night, dancing in the wind.

It also gave her a chill in her heart.

Just now, she clearly felt that when the man opened the fan, a murderous aura came along with the fan.

The murderous aura came from the fan itself.

Sensing where Mo Yu was looking, the meditating man raised his eyebrows, lowered his eyelids and glanced at the fan in his hand.

When his eyes fell on Mo Yu's green cheeks, his expression became relaxed.

She hooked her lips and smiled: "The one you killed was my subordinate."

Mo Yu didn't say a word, but nodded silently, waiting for the man to continue.

"Their mission today is to kill everyone here."

The man smiled satisfied with Mo Yu's silence, a person who doesn't talk much at this time is indeed a rare talent.

"If you want to survive, you must kill them."

Facing Mo Yu's fixed eyes, the man lightly shook his fan casually.

The fan suddenly closed at the next moment, pointed at the six men in black who were still killing, and said decisively: "Or, be killed by them."

Mo Yu looked back at the six people, the six knives, and frowned slightly.

The cold tone of the man's words made her very aware of this matter, and she had no choice.

After thinking about it, he laughed softly: "It's not difficult to kill them, but the difficulty is that I don't have a weapon. You can't let me kill six people with knives with my bare hands."

"Oh?"

The man raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

Mo Yu raised her arm, and pointed her slender and weak fingers at the folding fan in the man's hand without any mistakes: "If you lend me the fan, I promise to give you six dead people!"

(End of this chapter)