Quick-wearing villain Bai Yueguang is very sultry

Chapter 558 Assassin and Miss Lost (25)

Leave the hidden killing door.

The allure of this matter is comparable to tens of millions of wealth, no, to be more serious, for those who love power, it is like the throne.

As soon as the door master said this, the panic on the faces of the five coquettish women disappeared, and each of them put on their most beautiful postures, walking gracefully towards the boy who had been drugged with love.

The head of the sect is sitting high in front of the table, playing with the golden lotus hairpin in one hand, and holding the wine in the other, ready to enjoy the upcoming show.

Ye Zhuo's will is clear, but his whole body is weak and feverish. Looking at those women, he only feels disgusted and disgusted, so he used great strength to draw the sword out of its sheath: "Get out."

Those women were still doing missions, but after seeing the young man's face clearly, all of them became lustful.

After all, he has served that naughty old man who is the owner of the door for many years, and it is rare to have the opportunity to spend the spring night with such a handsome young man.

"Brother, don't panic, sisters, I'm here to help you~"

"Wait a while, just listen to what my sisters say, and I'm sure you'll feel comfortable enough to die."

"No amount of joy in this world can compare to the joy of fish and water."

Seeing that their hands were about to pounce on them, Ye Zhuo quickly waved his long sword to drive them away.

".roll."

The women looked at each other and suddenly laughed.

"My brother is really cute."

"Don't worry, the sisters will make you want to die later!"

As she said that, the woman in the apricot yellow dress put her hands together again, and before she could react, her entire arm was cut off, and the heart-piercing pain made her unable to control the tears on her face anymore. expression, screamed a few times and quickly backed away.

The other women also panicked immediately, not daring to step forward.

The door master Jie Jie sneered, his wrist moved slightly, and the wine glass he was holding tightly just now was embedded in the neck of the woman with the broken arm, knowing her life: "Give you another half a quarter of an hour, if you can't deal with him, you will all die .”

The rest of the women trembled, and they planned to step forward and grab the sword, and then use force.

Ye Zhuo's eyes were red, and he looked like a beast when he stared at people.

He put his fingers on the hilt of the sword slowly, and with a clang, the sword was out of its sheath, but within a short time, the sword energy blowing in the wind had already chopped off the heads and necks of the remaining four women.

His eyes turned slightly, and he stared at the sect master sitting in the high position: "Give it back to me."

The sect master laughed back angrily, for a moment he regretted teaching such an uncontrollable weapon. He turned the golden lotus hairpin in his hand and said with a smirk, "If you want it, come and grab it."

The ecstasy drug in his body began to attack more violently, and his whole body was so hot that he almost couldn't hold the hilt of the sword. Ye Zhuo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and clenched the sword in his hand even more.

He has never learned any serious martial arts methods, all of them are speed and skills honed in killing each other.

A one-shot kill technique.

He received a slap in the abdomen, but it actually helped him regain his sanity.

As the sword light slashed and slashed in mid-air, the door master's left arm, who was smiling wildly just a moment ago, was severed from his body, and blood flowed out. Ye Zhuo turned over and grabbed the golden lotus hairpin, and was about to run towards the stone gate.

The door master reacted from the pain, swung his whip and hit Ye Zhuo hard, but the hit was in vain, furious in his heart, he hurriedly ordered the whole Yin Shamen to chase after him, as long as he could bring Ye Zhuo's head to see him Just enjoy a month's full meal.

He looked at the severed arm that fell to the ground, and gritted his teeth fiercely.

This is the case with the killer. Once it is out of control, it will attack the owner.

Especially this kind of sky-level killer.

Who the hell is teaching Ye Zhuo?
Hundreds of killers are guarding the winding passage of the hidden killing gate, waving their weapons when they see Ye Zhuo. These are all top masters in the Jianghu, but in Ye Zhuo's eyes, they are no different from cabbage .

He was red-eyed, and his whole body was full of blood, but his brain couldn't turn. Apart from being tired and hot, the only thing he could think of was to find Chu Cha.

He didn't know why he wanted to find Chu Cha in the first place.

Just like the last time there was a thunderstorm, I don't know why I went to Chu Cha in the first place.

**
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was dark.

In a remote courtyard of Nanyang Marquis Mansion, the orange candles were still burning, and the inside was sweltering with heat.

Surrounded by layers of mist, a young girl can be vaguely seen. The long skirt can barely cover her ankles. Her skin is as snowy as snow, and she is exquisitely beautiful. As she combs her long hair, her long sleeves are half receded, flowing like a fairy .

Today was really tiring. Not only did I go up the mountain to read Buddhist scriptures for a day, but just after dark, all the monks and pilgrims in the temple were killed.

Chu Cha sighed, and carefully applied Yurun ointment on his ten fingers.

I just hope it doesn't bother me tonight.

Just as this thought flashed through, the sound of a broken window was heard, and the warm candle in the room flickered for a few minutes before being extinguished.

Before she could turn around, she was hugged and imprisoned in a hot but bloody embrace. That arm tightly strangled her waist, as if it was about to be strangled.

Chu Cha was stunned for a moment, smelling the bloody smell all over his body, he immediately knew who it was, and hurriedly pushed him to beat him: "I just took a shower and you acted like this, you made up your mind to anger me and made up your mind to provoke me Yes or no?"

The boy didn't answer, but just buried his head in her neck and rubbed it repeatedly, the breath he exhaled was hot, as if it was going to burn that piece of skin: "I'm not happy."

Chu Cha sighed heavily, and could only pat his head: "Why aren't you happy?"

He arched his head, feeling that his internal organs were poured with scalding water, which made his whole body burst into flames, and his voice was hoarse but unbearable: "I'm just unhappy, I'm so hungry, I want to eat, you cook it for me meal."

"You just left for two hours, and you ate a plate of mung bean cakes before you left. Are you hungry again?" Chu Cha pulled his hair gently, and smiled softly: "Are you going to perform the mission again? Hair It's all broken up, let me go first, and I'll cook for you."

"don't want."

He hugged her even tighter, as if he wanted to rub Chu Cha into his body, he kept holding her in his arms, but buried his head on her neck again: "I'm so hungry"

Chu Cha's expression froze.
"Have you taken Chinese medicine?"

The young man buried between her neck was scorching hot, and his consciousness was almost burnt out. Hearing Chu Cha's words, he just moved his head slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm hungry. Can you give me a few bites."

The unknowing lust in his eyes made the corners of his eyes turn red, as if rouge had been accidentally rubbed on it, as if Chu Cha would bite on it viciously whenever Chu Cha opened his mouth.

Chu Cha's eyelashes trembled, knowing that the 'eat' he said meant eating mung bean cakes.

After all, he still had no choice but to say: "If you feel uncomfortable, let me help you."

(End of this chapter)