The code name of this palace is 007: Wangye, if you have a kind, you will be singled out

Chapter 119 Waiting in the middle of the night [8]

With a smile on his lips, Lan Yu put the obsidian backhand into his sleeve, and glanced at the black steel dart on the ground: "I'll say it again, I will walk my own way, and I don't need anyone's help!"

Yin Luo raised his feet without hesitation and continued to move forward at the same pace as before. Although it was not fast, every step had the domineering aura of never returning.

Not far behind, in the dark night, a pair of stern eyes looked at Lan Yu's thin back, lowered his eyes to the empty place around his waist, a faint smile gradually appeared in his eyes!

The slender and tall black figure stepped out from behind the branch, took a deep look at the corner where Lan Yu disappeared, turned around, and left in the opposite direction!

When Lan Yu didn't turn his head back and relied on the sound of the wind, when he accurately swiped at the steel dart with his fingers, he knew that his shot just now was unnecessary!
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Lan Yu listened to the sound of the wind behind her head, her red lips curled slightly, as if she hadn't heard the murderous fatal attack at all, she kept walking leisurely, until the sound of the wind came close behind her, the branch in her hand bent instantly, and she responded with the sound of the wind. Take it behind you.

Not a soft branch, but in her hands, under the precise grasp of strength and direction, it was like a soft whip with elasticity and toughness. After viciously brushing a red and swollen mark on the wrist holding the sword behind her, she quickly wrapped around each other's wrists.

When Lan Yu's thin body turned around quickly when the branch touched the opponent.

Before he stood still, he looked at the pretty face that caught his eyelids, and quickly glanced at the sword's edge that was two inches away from him, his red lips raised lightly: "Sisi, your patience is really bad!"

When a few words were spoken, his wrist was raised abruptly.

The slender flower branch suddenly strangled into Lan Sisi's red and swollen wrist, and the severe pain caused Lan Sisi's fingers that were tightly holding onto the hilt of the sword to lose strength and let go.

When the blood penetrated quickly along the flower branch, Lan Yu loosened his fingers, and the flower branch sank instantly, hooked around the falling sword hilt and flew upwards.

Lan Sisi looked at the oncoming cold light, frightened and hurriedly dodged her head, even so, there was still a stabbing pain on her cheek.

A few strands of black hair fluttered down in response to the sword, and the sharp cold blade of the short sword slanted across the cheeks carved with blue silk powder and jade, adding a touch of red to her porcelain-like face!

(End of this chapter)