In the large bedroom, it can be said that it is opaque, and a little moonlight shines obliquely on the cold jade floor through the carved window, and a little light and shadow comes out, in which there is a mysterious atmosphere flowing.
Shao Jin and Su Yi retired in the outer hall with two people.
Ye Fenghua is like a civet cat crawling quietly in the dark.
Su Yi listened to him, but he couldn’t find the smell of black clothes, and he didn’t even notice another smell! If he didn’t know that there were two people in this hall, he would definitely be nobody.
At that time, I was surprised and looked at a calm wave surface darker than him.
Wu Yi falls to the ground with a dagger in his hand, and the moonlight flashes cold in his face. He sweeps the swinging hall inch by inch, but he can see the moonlight jumping shadow and feel the light dance and fluctuation of the curtain yarn.
Still others
Anyone here?
Wu Yi’s surface is cold, but his heart has caused an uproar. What is his natural pride? He is bent on searching for Ye Fenghua when he has no time to think about it.
One minute passes by.
The temple was so quiet that the needles could be heard falling.
The black clothes are tense and moving with light and shadow, and the eyes are sweeping around inch by inch, trying their best to find the figure. Suddenly, the neck is a little cold!
Dark clothes, terrible pupil contraction, flashing incredible light
"It’s over." He didn’t believe it until Ye Fenghua sounded in his ear!
It’s over before it’s too late. There’s no fighting, no fighting, and it’s even more incredible that he doesn’t even feel where people are.
Su Yi rushed into the temple and quickly lit the surrounding wall lamps to reflect the jade glow.
It was at this time that Uyghur clearly saw that the dagger on his neck was silvery and cold. If the back of the dagger was a blade, his head would have been separated.
And just as he looked down the dagger at Ye Fenghua, he saw a more frightening scene
Ye Fenghua is blindfolded with a black scarf!
"This-"Wu Yi was speechless.
Ye Fenghua’s charming body proudly stands straight and pulls the black belt, then takes back the dagger and weighs it in his hand. He says lightly, "Opening your eyes in the dark is the brightest thing, and it will make you a prey."
Wu Yi leng has never heard such words!
Say … that sounds right, but close your eyes?
Who can do it! Even in the dark, people are accustomed to open their eyes, and the darker they are, the more they want to see around them. This will make people feel safe, but it will also make people look abrupt in the dark, which is fatal to assassins! but
Naturally, Ye Fenghua will not allow such eyes to be closed to fully integrate into the surrounding environment.
"I’m not white" Wu Yi’s breath is dry and full of questions. He eagerly looks at Ye Fenghua, which quickly grows a little bit of fanaticism, which makes him unhappy and frowning.
Ye Fenghua chuckled, "You are breathing, I need to feel this, and you can drive the wind when you are moving. These are all things that don’t need eyes to wait."
It’s just a little trick. improvise
If you meet the enemy head-on, she is definitely not a black-clothed opponent, but hiding and assassinating in the dark, she is an ancestor!
Breathe?
This all counts!
Wu Yi Zhang opened his mouth and felt more and more shocked and admired. At the same time, his lips smiled a little bitter. He never dreamed that he would be defeated by a 14-or 15-year-old woman after studying assassins for more than 20 years!
"If you are psychic, you may still have a chance to win." Ye Fenghua shook the dagger in his hand and finally left the sharp dagger and nailed it to the wooden post next to him. "Less protective spirit can keep you unbeaten."
It’s rare for the cold side of black clothes to flash across a little embarrassed and slightly red.
But he is too arrogant. Of course, he never thought of it!
"Don’t give me a cut-off." Ye Fenghua joked at his changeable expression.