Chapter 1631: Kill with her

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"Yes." Qin Ya whispered, but the middle of the slap in the face is a bit puzzled. "Just Wang Hao, Yun Ji has now been taken to Beiyuan by Wang Ye, and it is impossible to turn over the storm. Why are you still? Want to be like this?"
"Qin Ya, I only ask you, Yun Ji's mind, how do you feel?" On the stranger's lips, he did not answer and asked, and the bottom was indifferent.
Qin Ya coveted seriously thought about it, but still unclear, and the color of doubt on his face was even worse.
On the other hand, Liu Mei’s eyebrows were lightly stunned. In the end, the voice was slowed down and patiently explained:
I mean, there is another person behind the incident. Now that things are going to be revealed, Yun Ji’s life will be somewhat threatened.

With the scorpion of Liu Yan, the possibility of such a thing is extremely high.
Qin Ya only suddenly understood that he was busy rushing to the stranger and rushing to the body. "The slave will do it."
Said, just rushed to run like it.
Moss flowers arbitrarily hold up the celadon enamel, take a sip of tea, and slowly pick up a deep color in the leeches, which is a close look, but also unpredictable.
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Liu Yan took the road back to the courtyard in the Fuzhong, and went to the house. Her hand holding her arm was not released.
I endured all the way, my arms were already blue, but I didn’t dare to speak a little.
Liu Yan arrived at the house at this time. Here, both inside and outside, she came down from the emperor. Without any scruples, it was actually more and more forceful.
Some of the flesh and blood between the arms were scratched and damaged. She took out a few blood beads, and she couldn’t help but whisper.
Liu Yanman’s anger was on his face, and his hand was slap on his face.
When her cheeks suddenly swelled up, she did not dare to speak at half point, and she endured tears. "Slaves damn, slaves know what is wrong."
"A bunch of useless things, all get out of me!" Liu Yan's high voice, full of gloomy sweeping all the servants in the house.
The servants did not dare to say anything, and they all retired.
There was only one person left in the house.
Liu Yan’s resentful resentment was unwilling to reveal it completely. She covered her soft and beautiful cheeks completely. The long, sharp nails pierced the palms and almost pierced the soft palms. She did not realize it.
What happened in these few days was not within her expectation. Even if she did not achieve the original purpose, she was still embarrassed by the monk, and he was embarrassed.
Isn't there a hole in her strategy?
Liu Yan’s hole slammed, and the palm of his hand was tightened. For a long time, it was slowly released, and the resentment gradually turned to full of sorrow and a bit of killing.
After this monk came here, the side seemed to be different, but it doesn't matter, no matter how she changes, she must also remove her this time.
Since Ming Li can't change her, then she is not allowed to be in the dark.
Entering the night
It’s time for everyone else to rest, but I didn’t go to bed early, but I took a book and looked around before the case.
Qin Ya pushed in and put a cup of tea at the table, whispered: "Wang Hao, it is too late, you still have to sleep earlier."
On the stranger, Yu Guangguang glanced at the tea table at the table. When he wanted to take it down, the light was a glimpse of it, and his eyes fell silently on Qin Ya’s face.
Qin Yasheng's Juan Xiu Bai Jing, a pair of eyes is extraordinarily clever, but the people in front of this time, although the appearance is the same as Qin Ya, but the twilight is totally different.
In the heart of the flower, the police bell rang, and a silver needle was caged between the right fingers under the wide sleeves. The left hand did not know what to do. He raised his hand and took the tea pot and sent it to the lips.
Xu is too confident in front of people, this tea is actually buying poison.
"Qin Ya" saw the flowers on the street and only thought that her attention was not repeated. Suddenly she took a dagger from her sleeve and rushed to the neck of the flower.
However, her movements were just one shot, and the flowers on her face suddenly turned up, and the hand was turned over, and the samovar went straight to the hand of "Qin Ya".
"Qin Ya" did not expect that the hand was born with this blow, the tiger mouth was numb, and could not help but retreat two steps, looking at the strange flowers.
On the stranger, the icy chilly stood up, and there was a glimpse of the killing at the bottom. "Who are you?"
"Qin Ya" touched the back of the ear and gently peeled it off. A human skin mask was pulled down like this, revealing a man's face. "Wang Hao is a good eye, but you will not have it in the future. The opportunity was asked in this way.
When the voice just fell, he put his hand to his lips and blew a whistle. Then, the seven or eight and the black people broke through the window, all covered with black yarn and armed with a long sword.
The face of the flower was suddenly condensed, and the silver needle gripped tighter between the fingers, and the moving back stepped back a few steps.
The black man did not give her a chance. She only looked at her and immediately killed her with a long sword.
Seven or eight black men attacked at the same time, but the flowers on the street did not retreat. When several people were close, the silver needles between the fingers were stabbed toward the top black man.
The silver needle quickly sneaked away in the air, and the faint chills were raging. The two black men shrank and shook, and one of them failed to escape. They were stabbed in the eyebrows and immediately fell to the ground.
In addition to these two, there are still five or six black men who continue to kill her without hesitation.
In the heart of the flower, it was quiet, until a few black people approached, and then bent down, passing under the table, and then the body quickly swept toward the door.
However, before the door, the man who was previously dressed as Qin Ya did not know when she got behind her, and she slashed her head with a knife.
The stranger took a footstep and hurriedly flashed sideways, and had to turn back and beat up with the man.
The man’s martial arts is superior, but the flowers on the street are not weak. After a few moves with the man, he is forced to retreat.
Why are these black people with a lot of people, for a long time, when they are here, they are physically weak, and the government guards who should have arrived in time don’t know where to go, and they have not returned.
The flower was forced to the bedside, and the thin sweat on the forehead dripped down the delicate jaw. She adjusted her breath and held the hand of the black man who took the sword, soaked with blood and back. There was a dripping wound.
The remaining four black men did not give her a chance to breathe, and rushed to her again. One of the black men's swords was about to stab her back, and the other two were strangled with her.
The flower on the street feels the coldness behind it, but it can't be avoided.
Between the electric and the flint, the pain in the expectation did not come, but a "snap", the cloak did not know where to come from, and picked up the long sword in the hands of the black man behind the flower.