Vol 4 Chapter 427:

Mo Ju maintained his virtue of always being silent, and his eyes fell heavily on Ye Wei. I don’t know why, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned, which seemed very unpleasant. If Ye Wei was right, that person’s purple eyes indeed swept quickly. After a touch of anger, it seemed as if it was a human illusion.
Her willful eyes swept her from top to bottom, twitching tighter, her thin lips curled in a straight line. Rao Shiye had warned herself not to care and try to figure out his emotions. She still clearly felt Mo Ju's anger.
Why?
This person has always been ruthless, and his emotions rarely fluctuated. It can make him angry three times or four times. Is she an honor? Ye Wei laughed at herself, but stepped back quietly. The black woman seemed to be surprised, but she was stopped by Eleven and looked at them in amazement.
Mo Ju’s arrival was an accident, and the other one was an accident. He was half a head shorter than Mo Ju. He was lean, with a silver mask and cold lights. He covered most of his face and his body. There is a mystery that makes you want to spy, and it shows the killer's cold sharpness, and it is a restrained cold sharpness. This is very different from the silver face that Ye Wei and Eleven saw two years ago. .
"Mo Ju, what are you doing here?" Eleven asked coldly. The situation was not good for the two of them. The subtle atmosphere between Ye Wei and Mo Ju was difficult for outsiders to intervene in. She always had some affection for Mo Ju. Although she has always refused to admit that Mo Ju has always been cruel to her, at least, he should not have asked Wei Wei’s life. Eleven quickly made a good judgment and she must face the silver face.
And this woman... her eyes swept over her, eleven contemplatives, black woman eyes sneered and sneered, she was stunned.
"That picture, stay!" Mo Ju said coldly, pointing directly at the painting behind Eleven. The whole person was almost integrated into this strange room, and the silver face stood beside him, cold. Ye's eyes have been sweeping the eleven good Ye Wei, no emotion, it seems that as long as Mo Ju ordered, he can pounce mercilessly, tearing his prey.
"Why are there so many people grabbing this picture?" Ye Wei raised her eyebrows. Even the famous paintings should not be so sought-after. There are more valuable paintings than those of this painting. Why are they so attached? ?
Has anyone deliberately found several passers-by to compete for this painting? why? Borrow a knife to kill? Ye Wei's mind turned quickly, but he couldn't think of a reason. This painting will definitely not be handed over.
"This batch of cultural relics of the Mafia is the only difference." Mo Ju said shortly, his lips coldly, "I received the news that someone paid to buy this painting, but I didn't expect it was you."
"Mo Ju beauty, you have no money to smuggle cultural relics? The boss Mo is really kind, why do you let you do this every time?" Ye Wei smiled very gracefully, especially the charm of raising hands It's fascinating. It's clearly the same mask as Eleven, but it's just a bit of charm, elegant and elegant, and very charming. "London, this is our territory. Even if you grab this picture, it is still a question of whether it can be transported across the border."
"No need to worry about you!" Mo Jiu narrowed his eyes and said, "Paint, give me!"
Command sentence.
Eleven and Ye Wei looked at each other, Eleven let go of the woman, Shen Sheng asked, "Which side do you stand on?"
The woman smiled coldly, and when she saw her eleven, she stunned her, and she fell to the side softly. She didn’t need to ask to see her smile, which side she was standing on, maybe she would keep her in the back, and it was gone She simply did.
Eleven said, "How are we going to decide the outcome of a game?"
"You say rules." Mo Ju said abnormally. Although he talked to Eleven, his eyes stayed on Ye Wei. Ye Wei didn't look directly at him. When he couldn't see him, he was curious about the silver surface.
I don’t know what his skill is after two years?
Eleven said faintly, "You and the silver noodles are free to fight me alone. No matter who lives or dies, no matter who lies down or loses, no regrets are allowed.
"Huh, do you think singles can win by chance?" Silverface's voice was hoarse like an old man. What's different from his restraint is that his voice is sharp and exposed, and he is even more contemptuous and inferior.
It seems that he is firmly seated in the first killer's golden chair.
"Confidence is a good thing, not necessarily accurate." Eleven coldly asked Mo Ju, "Mo Ju, how?"
Mo Ju was also cold-humped, and his expression was extremely cruel. There was no temperature in his eyes. "Why should I hold this unfair competition with you because she was injured?"
He pointed directly at Ye Wei, accurately pointing to her left hand. Ye Wei's complexion slightly changed, and she stabilized the aura extremely. She had covered it up so well that she didn't want to escape Mo Mo's eyes.
The woman's strength was too strong, no different from the man's. She had just made a mistake and confronted her directly, her entire arm was numb, and her pain was so severe.
One move was extremely painful, and she tried her best to hold back.
She is still intact compared to Mo Ju, and she has lost one point. She has a broken arm, and it is more difficult to win.
"I think this is the best way we can think of, what do you say?" Eleven does not laugh often. This smile has a very meaningful taste. The silver face looks at Mo Ju, and Ye Wei smiles lightly. .
Mo Ju snorted coldly, "Silver, get the painting."
"Yes!"
Eleven reached out to solve the painting and threw it to Ye Wei, saying coldly, "If you win me, the painting will naturally be yours."
As soon as the painting was handed over to Ye Wei, the eleventh and the silver face shot towards each other almost at the same time. This opportunity waited two years for the silver face.
Eleven is best at melee melee, and silver face is best at melee melee, the two are fighting together very well, Ye Wei quickly retreated to the side, glanced at Mo Ju silently, looking at Eleven and intently Deprivation of silver noodles.
Both the speed and the strength are the same. You punched me and used the limited space to eaves and walked the wall. It was fierce and difficult to distinguish. It was a pity that the cultural relics in the secret room were destroyed a lot.
Ye Wei was secretly shocked that the silver face was progressing too fast, and his way of making moves was not at the same level as it was two years ago.
After thirty strokes, Eleven was a bit chaotic in his playing. Fortunately, with his rich on-the-spot reaction experience, it did not seem too abrupt, but...
"Afraid?" Mo Ju whispered, Ye Wei shouldn't say a word, and concentrated on the eleventh and silver face tricks. She felt that the tricks were a bit familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen them for a while.
She must have seen it, no matter she is familiar with the palm or the footwork, Ye Wei has a cold sweat on her back. The silver surface seems to see through the eleven tricks, and she can always be greeted accurately when she does not. A good next move, give eleven fatal blows in the gap.
Masters are tricky, tricky, and as fast as lightning, it is simply not as clear as the spectators, who will think too much while fighting, and rely on intuition and experience to win.
Ye Wei's eyebrows twisted, "Eleven, mixed fight, don't be the same as before."
When I heard it, I understood what was going on, and immediately changed my tricks while turning over, abandoning her usual habits, and the silver face was so overwhelmed that I suffered dozens of punches.
A few minutes later, the situation was evenly matched again, but the silver face was clearly slightly better.
Mo Jiu's eyes sank, and he suddenly held Ye Wei's injured arm, which hurt his bones and muscles. The painful arm came with a dull pain. It seemed like a steel knife was cut on the bone. I wonder if it was intentional or unintentional. The one that hurt the most.
Ye Wei gritted his teeth and stared at him hard.
Mo Ju didn't care, sneered, "You don't need to shut up when watching chess without saying a true gentleman!"
"Moju beauty, you must say it directly, don't make such an excuse." Ye Wei charmingly smiled, and moved closer to him, the whole person snuggled into his arms, just reduced the strain on the arm.
This man, regardless of her wounds, was pulled down by him, and her left arm was estimated to be better for a month.
Mo Ju looked at her coldly, her purple eyes deep, "Why, even a female killer is no match?"
Ye Wei laughed without any scruples. She knew Mo Ju ridiculed her. It is undeniable that she did have a domineering self-confidence when she was fighting with the woman in black. She was so sure that she made a mistake at that moment. Causes serious arm injury.
She is self-reliant, who makes her too confident.
"Nujia and Eleven Chi have been in the market for nearly ten years, and they should also give way to the next group of people. They can't let the newcomers have no place to play." Ye Wei said, the black woman's skill is indeed good, but overall There is still a gap between her level and her. The only place she wins is that she is too hard.
Mo Ju's face was cold, "I'm afraid the position of your first killer may be lost."
He pointed to silver noodles. Ye Wei knew that Mo Ju was telling the truth. The skill of silver noodles had already surpassed that of her and eleven. Both of them were not his opponents. It was only a matter of time before they lost.
But how stupid was she to fight alone with him, she and Eleven have always been one.
"If he killed me, he would naturally be the first killer. Before I died, he dreamed! Of course, Mo Jumei, you don't care about the life and death of the slave family." Ye Wei smiled gently.
He had almost released his hand, and suddenly increased his strength. His arm was sore and unbearable. The pain in Ye Wei's stomach was a spasm, and the painful nerve seemed to be torn to death.
it hurts!
Her endurance is great, so is Rao, even without blinking her eyes, he looks at Mo Ju stubbornly, but his strength is getting stronger and stronger. He knows that as long as he is a little harder, she will pull hard. Arms can't be better in this life.
One arm is gone, is Ye Wei still Ye Wei?
Ye Wei, whose wings were broken, is it still her? He was a little uncertain, his eyes were getting darker and darker, and those purple eyes were sinking like water and cruel like a devil.
As long as he was cruel, he would destroy her completely.
There were more and more sweat beads on Ye Wei’s forehead, and she smiled more and more enchanted. She seemed to see through Mo Ju’s thoughts, sorrowful and sad, and sneered,
Unless you are sure of killing me, otherwise, you cut My arm, Bai Ye can still connect others' arms, and I can still move freely."
Ye Wei regretted it as soon as she exited, fucking, Ye Wei, you are too genius, obviously you don’t want to say these, but you are not right, Mo Yue is full of vigour, like annoyance and hate, "You dare not dare me ?"
"No, why don't you dare?" Ye Wei said with a smile, not caring about the pain in his hand, and his eyes turned to Eleven and Silver.
"No, why don't you dare?" Ye Wei said with a smile, not caring about the pain in his hands. Suddenly, there was a loud noise. The silver-faced fist hit the lion stone statue, and directly cracked the lion's head. The little stone fell and made a commotion. Ye Wei was shocked. Did anyone you meet today eat spinach?
Her eyes turned to Eleven and Silver again, ignoring Mo Ju, and ignored the warmth from the man's arms.
"Wei Wei, sometimes, I really want to strangle you like that." Mo Ju suddenly uttered, and the voice was harsh and cold.
Ye Wei smiled faintly, "Come on each other!"
They killed the other party, and they are the original one. No one cares about anyone, and no one is embarrassed by anyone. Isn't that good? Mo Ju, do you think you think so?
In the blink of an eye, the figure of Eleventh and Silver Face had turned to the center. In order to see better, she pushed away Mo Qiu and slowly walked towards them. Mo Qiu looked at her dashing back in a shadowy way, only to feel that the anger in her heart was stronger than a while.
She was very worried about Eleven. There were only a few chest wounds on the silver face. It was painless and itchy, but Eleven’s speed was obviously slow. She was very anxious. Eleven knew that it would not be good for herself to drag on.
While the silver face flew up, the silver needle was shot out. The silver face escaped two stitches but not the third stitch, but it was almost at the same time. Eleven was also crossed his arm by a knife.
Blood dripping out, frowning eleven. The silver face hit the acupuncture point of his arm exactly. His entire arm was unconscious, but there was a smile on the corner of his lips. "You lost, the blade is poisonous."
Eleven laughed arrogantly, her five claws spread open, and she did not intend to tell him at all that she was a poisonless body.
The silver face didn't seem to know why it didn't react, and had to be entangled with Eleven. Ye Wei was finally relieved. He couldn't move with one arm, and his lethality had been reduced by three points.
At this time, the silver surface was obviously in the downwind, and then flew up when he escaped from the eleventh leg, grasping the scepter of the statue of the Holy Lady with one hand, so as to flexibly attack the eleventh, this action was extremely difficult, and his finger suddenly scratched Pass the night pearl on the scepter.
Ye Wei suddenly felt her center of gravity suddenly fall. The two floors where she stood suddenly became empty, and she fell down.
Mo Ju was shocked, his body rushed like a cheetah, "Wei Wei..."
He had no time to grab Ye Wei's sleeves, but she couldn't grasp her arms. Mo Ju's face changed greatly, and he jumped without hesitation.
The floor suddenly closed, eleven shocks...