: Wing

A leaf shook, the autumn breeze gradually rose, and the coolness began to invade, covering the entire land.
In the evening, the black curtain gradually enveloped the sky, wanting to swallow the last ray of light in this world. The gentle breeze was blowing with a drizzle, adding a bit of coolness. Rows of street lights extend along the curved path, stubbornly and unyieldingly contributing the faint light.
In the night, there was silence, and the screams of the insects faded and faded. Finally, they were drowned out by the ticking sound of drizzle, becoming more silent.
Suddenly, two footsteps broke the silence. Following the sound, only a pair of men and women came from the night.
Look closely, both of them are dressed in black. The man is about twenty-six or seven years old. He is slender, standing upright like a spear. His face was stern, his sword brows into his temples, and his heroic looks, especially those eyes, which were like stars, inadvertently flowing, and a few strands of brilliance made people feel awe-inspiring.
But at this time, this man's handsome face was full of sadness, his face was slightly stubble, and his hair was messy, adding a bit of sadness.
In this cool autumn drizzle, the man did not wear a raincoat or even an umbrella. The original black suit was even more dark after the drizzle, so the white flower on his chest was particularly conspicuous, but Telling a sad story.
Black clothes and white flowers can only dress like this when attending a funeral. I don't know where this man went before, and from his sad look, it can be seen that the dead person has an extraordinary relationship with him.
Looking at the woman again, she was about fifteen or six years old, she was petite and a head shorter than the man. She has a nice face, still with a bit of childishness peculiar to a girl. In the autumn rain, her eyelashes trembled, her black pupils were like Chen, her cherry lips bite, and her expression was a little sad.
As if thinking of something, the female girl Qiong's nose moved slightly, her eyes flushed, tears gleaming, and she looked sad.
Like the man, this girl is also dressed in black, with a white flower in her black dress, which looks so delicate and sad in the drizzle of the night. Unlike the man, she wore a black raincoat, and the big raincoat wrapped her thin body, giving a feeling of fragility.
The two of them kept walking like this, walking in a daze, as if aimlessly.
"Brother Ye, sister she..." The tears in the girl's eyes finally rolled down when she mentioned this word.
"Yue'er, you..." A slightly vicissitudes, hoarse voice sounded, but the man was interrupted by a few rapid brakes before he finished.
The man looked in the direction of the sound, his expression was a little wary, but he seemed to discern that there was no danger to those people, and his vigilance faded a little, but his expression was much gloomy.
Five or six small cars stopped more than 100 meters behind the couple, and more than a dozen men in black rushed out of the car and went straight to them.
These people are all dressed in black, moving neatly, uniformly and orderly, and obviously well-trained. They are swift and rushing like a black trend. Although there are only a dozen people, they feel like an army.
These more than a dozen people quickly surrounded the pair of men and women, but they did not immediately take action. A headed person took a step forward and slightly respectfully said: "Mr. Ye Luo, at the order of the Patriarch, we are going to take the second. Miss returned to the family, still hope..."
"Hmph, tell daddy, I won't go back." The girl interrupted the man, although her voice was weak and a little bit of crying, but she said absolutely without hesitation.
"Miss Zhiyue, the order given to us by the Patriarch is compulsory. I hope you will cooperate, otherwise..."
Listening to that person's words, Ye Luo frowned slightly, and his face became colder: "Otherwise, so what? Do you still want to take Yue'er away forcibly? It depends on you people?"
"Boy, don't be too arrogant. If it's not for the face of the eldest lady, the brothers will not talk nonsense to you." One of the black clothes is humane, and one foot from him can tell that he is not only talking That's it.
Hearing the word ‘Miss’, Ye Luo’s eyes flashed softly, but it quickly turned into grief, and then coldly: "Then stop talking nonsense, just do it."
"Boy, you don't know what's good or bad, then don't blame us for being impolite!" The man was furious, and then leaped out, with a cold light flashing, a sharp blade with a long ruler in his hand, stab Ye Luo straight.
Looking at the speed and angle of this person's shots, he knows that he has some accomplishments with short knives. It is very difficult for ordinary people to dodge this knife.
At first, when he saw the person taking the shot, the leader frowned slightly, but thinking of Ye Luo's previous words, his brows stretched out, and he didn't say anything to stop him.
The cold light flickered, the blade danced like a butterfly, and there was a chuckle, the knife fell, and brought a lot of blood. Under the drizzle and light, it was very bright and strange.
"Ah!" For a long time, a horrible cry resounded throughout the world, and the person who shot the hand before staggered back out while holding his arm.
The first shot was wounded. This strange scene caused everyone who had been trained to take a breath, and they all looked at Ye Luo not far away in shock.
Ye Luo still stood flat, but he took a half step forward, faintly protecting Yue behind him. At this moment, he was holding a one-and-a-half-foot-long white spike in his right hand. The drops of blood that fell from the spike proved that he was the one who shot it earlier.
"What a fast speed, what a fast knife!" The leader was slightly surprised, with a little exclamation in his tone: "The spike pierced the arm in an instant, but it could avoid the major blood vessels and meridian, and the accuracy of the eyesight was superb. To the point. Mr. Ye Luo, thank you for your mercy, but the previous sentence is still the same, we must implement the Patriarch’s order."
Glancing faintly at the leader, Ye Luo just picked up the short blade in his hand, which is self-evident.
"Hmph, brother, don't talk nonsense with him, he is just one person, so many of us are going together, I don't believe I can't take him down!" The other person in the team snorted coldly, and he had already taken out a sharp blade while speaking.
With a sigh in his heart, the leader nodded helplessly, a cold light flashed, he also had a short blade in his hand, and then rushed over first. His speed was faster, the short blade slashed, and the sound of wind groaned faintly.
Others saw that the boss had already taken action, and they also took action. More than a dozen black shadows surrounded them, and more than a dozen short blades glowing with cold light were shining under the light of the street light. There was a scene of swords and swords.
Seeing more than a dozen people all shot, Ye Luo's brows were only slightly frowned. With a move of his left hand, a short blade with a long ruler appeared.
Unlike the spikes on the right hand, this short blade is as black as ink, and it is hard to find in this dim night.
However, the leader kept staring at Ye Luo. He saw the black short blade, and some messages flashed between the electric light and flint in his mind. He murmured: "The white spike on the right hand, the black short blades on the left and right, the surname Ye, could it be him? It is the legendary Zhonghua Yiye who is the former leader of the Dragon Team of the National Security Bureau and known as the Double Blades of Death..."
Thinking of this, the head of the leader's face became more solemn, and even a ray of admiration and fear flashed in his resolute eyes. But at this time everyone had already shot, and the arrow had to be sent on the string, and he had to suppress the awe in his heart, his body shape was a little faster, but he was smiling bitterly in his heart:
"He was right before. Only us people can't take away the second lady. I hope that from the two young ladies, he is merciful..."
More than a dozen people have such thoughts about one person, and Ye Luo's horror is evident.
When thinking about this, the two sides had already fought together, and the scene of Ye Luo being stabbed by a random knife did not happen. In Zhiyue's shocked eyes, Ye Luo moved, and saw the white spikes flashing again and again, like a butterfly dancing, brisk as thunder; and if a dragonfly touches the water, it is as agile as electricity.
It’s just that every dance will bring up a flower, and every point of water will pierce an arm. In a short period of time, three or four people were injured and retired from the circle. And as Ye Luo waved the spikes, more People are hurting.
As his body turned, Ye Luo drew an arc, and the short blade of his right hand was like a ghost, gently blocking everyone's short blade.
There were bursts of harsh sounds, and saw that most of the short blades in the hands of those in black had gaps, but the ink-colored short blades in Ye Luo's hands were intact.
The short blades of those men in black were specially forged, not much better than military sabers, but at this time they were easily knocked out of the gap, which shows how sharp and tough the black short blades are.
The battle continued. Ye Luo's body style was quite peculiar. With both swords out, the left hand ink knife defended, the right hand spiked attack, calmly attacked by more than a dozen people, and as the battle continued, those in black gradually died. Cai, but no one was seriously injured.
As for Ye Luo, his arm was wiped under the siege of everyone, and a shallow wound overflowed with a little blood, which was stabbed because of protecting Zhiyue.
Seeing that there were only five or six people in black still insisting, a shout sounded: "Stop!"
The voice is hoarse, but it has a kind of majesty. With this shout, Ye Luo and the people in black stopped their hands and looked in the direction of the sound.
Following this shout, a middle-aged man came from the car, his eyes blocked the entourage who was holding the umbrella, and waved to let everyone besieging Ye Luo leave. He didn't even look at Ye Luo, but stared at Zhiyue. Shen said: "Yue'er, are you really not going back with me?!"
The middle-aged man is burly and stern, but it seems that he has received some serious blow. His face is slightly gray and his eyes are red, giving people a feeling of vicissitudes of life and loneliness.
"Daddy, I..." Zhiyue hesitated slightly when he looked at the man's only mature but already gray hair, but she glanced at Ye Luo beside her, and her expression became resolute: "Daddy, sister let me follow Brother Ye, he can protect me..."
"Qiu'er said this to you on his deathbed..." the middle-aged man murmured, his figure trembling slightly, but he held steady, looking at Ye Luo, his eyes gleaming: "Qiu'er will entrust Yue'er Give it to you?"
"Yeah." Ye Luo responded indifferently, his expression flashed with a hint of resentment, and his tone was somewhat mocking: "Yue'er is very nice to follow me, at least I don't need to be affected by your so-called family interests anymore. Sister Qiu is generally forced..."
Speaking of this, Ye Luo's face was full of sadness. The middle-aged man's expression was also a bit sad, and then anger, resentment, regret, and helplessness were all complicated and difficult to tell.
After a long time, the middle-aged man calmed down. He looked at Zhiyue, his expression softened a lot: "That's good, Yue'er will at least be a lot happier following you."
Without waiting for Ye Luo and Zhiyue to say anything, he stared at Ye Luo, and continued: "I recognized your identity from your previous shots. I can rest assured that Yue'er will follow you. But you can really guarantee her safety? You will not let go of the rumours and judgments you have heard about you, so Yue'er is by your side..."
A fierce flash flashed in his eyes, and Ye Luo's voice became much colder: "The person who hurt Sister Qiu must die, even if he is a child of the Dongfang family known as the second family!"
"Although you are very strong, I also believe that you can kill the beast, but you should also know the power of the Eastern family." The middle-aged man looked a little dignified: "You will lose your life if you kill him, I know you You don’t care if you have the will to die, but what about Yue’er and Qiu’er’s orders, have you ignored these?"
Hearing this, Ye Luo hesitated, his face full of pain. For a long time, he looked at Zhiyue and muttered: "Sister Qiu, I finally understand why you entrusted Yue'er to me, but your hatred..."
"Qiu'er's hatred must be reported, but he doesn't have to be killed." The middle-aged man interrupted Ye Luo's words, his expression was a bit more determined, and the whole person became more solemn: "You also know that the Dongfang family is The second game family in our country will soon be available for "Tianjie". This is the world's largest game. The Oriental family must invest most of its human and financial resources. This is our opportunity."
Hearing this, Ye Luo's eyes lit up, and his expression resolutely became a bit resolute: "At that time, I will enter the game and ruin everything in the Dongfang family. I will avenge Qiu sister!"
"Come here, I'll ask you something..." The middle-aged man said, seeing the two approaching, he lowered his voice and didn't know what to say, but Ye Luo listened carefully and nodded in response from time to time.
Half an hour later, the middle-aged man finished his instructions, and the three of them moved away.
"Okay, you leave, don't let Dongfang Family find Yue'er." The middle-aged man waved his hand, and then looked at Zhiyue dozingly, he added: "Take good care of Yue'er, what do I need? Help inform me."
Nodded, Yeluola picked up Zhiyue and continued along the path.
"Hey, it is not easy to destroy the Dongfang family. After all, it is the second largest game family in our country, not to mention that there is international power behind this family."
"But it's not that people always have hope in life, let alone Ye Luo is not an ordinary person, maybe he can do it."
After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man straightened up, took another look at Zhiyue, and then returned to the car. The engine rang and the convoy moved away.
The autumn wind continued to blow, but I don't know when the autumn rain had stopped, and the last dark cloud also dissipated. A full moon hung on the sky, bringing more light and hope to the world.