Ye Weilan's eyes turned cold and she looked in the sound.

At the entrance of the alley near the roadside, a group of people stood scattered, standing or leaning against each other, holding cigarettes in their hands, and at this moment they all looked at the two of them, with the excitement and lust in their eyes that were not suspicious - disgusting.

Qi Ye's tone did not change much, and the corners of his lips even curled happily: "Now you can see the power of Chi Xiao, Lan, remember to close your eyes."

Ye Weilan closed his eyes very obediently, took a few steps back, and took out a handkerchief to cover his nose.

"God--" Someone walked closer and saw a little clearly, exclaiming: "This man is so beautiful--"

The last word stuck in his throat, and the man opened his eyes wide, wondering, why did the picture suddenly turn upside down?

In his hazy consciousness, he saw a pair of cold and bloodthirsty eyes, which were broken into two pieces from his body.

With a "touch-", blood squirted wildly, and the man's lower body fell to the ground.

Qi Ye stood there, holding a knife as cold as frost and snow in his hand. On the cold knife, scarlet liquid dripped like a stream.

The moment Chi Xiao left his body, Ye Weilan heard a short and fast Qingyin, and a cold and cold aura rushed towards her face, making her body tremble for a moment, and her face turned pale.

Sure enough, Qi Ye was right...

After a brief silence, the screams of horror resounded throughout the night.

The god of death came, and the killing that followed the shadows affected everyone.

Qi Ye's figure looked like a ghost, and he could only see a dark shadow flashing by in a blink of an eye. He swung out with a knife and three heads fell to the ground.

The alive person fell to the ground with no expression on his face: "Please, it's not my business, spare me..."

A trace of disdainful sarcasm flashed through Qi Ye's eyes, and he waved it with a knife!

If you dare to have such disgusting and wrong thoughts on his wife, you should all die!

But in just a few minutes, the entire alley was filled with rotten flesh, and bright red blood spilled everywhere. Qi Ye put away the knife, turned around and walked to Ye Weilan, without saying anything, picked her up and walked outside.

Ye Weilan hugged his neck, opened her eyes, and her numb mind gradually returned. She exhaled heavily: "Qi Ye, I will definitely listen to you in the future..."

This lesson told her that if she doesn’t know that the world is high, she will suffer a great loss.

Qi Ye frowned: "I was scared?"

She shook her head: "It's okay."

She didn't glance at the situation behind her from beginning to end. She had no sympathy for those who died, but felt relieved. Just imagine, if Qi Ye was not by her side today, what would she end up with life worse than death?

Ye Weilan has never been a kind person who has no bottom line. What she cannot tolerate the most is this inhuman scum.

...

After the two figures left, a cool female voice floated out from the night wind: "Chixiao is the sword of the emperor. When Emperor Ye got it, he would be like a tiger with wings."

On the roof not far from the alley, two figures stood shoulder to shoulder, the purest black and the purest white. The woman in black was embroidered with a cloak of red demon flowers dancing with the wind, and a strange mask was covered with her face, which was gloomy and terrifying.

The boy standing beside her was wearing white clothes and cold black eyes, and a transparent black rolled up: "People who want to hurt her should die!"
Chapter completed!