"I'm going too." "I'm going too!"
"Stay there!" Ye Yuxi glared, "With your little strength, you will only cause trouble for me."
After saying that, Ye Yuxi climbed over the wall and entered the Zhao Mansion.
Ye Yuxi walked toward a room in the darkness. As she approached, the conversation between several men came out.
"This little girl is quite forbidden to play."
"Zhao San'er, why did you kill me again? The brothers haven't come yet."
call!
The door was pushed open and Ye Yuxi entered the house, bringing in a gust of wind.
"Who are you!"
Inside the house, a teenage girl was tied to the bed, with three or five men surrounding the bed.
Puff puff!
Ye Yuxi didn't say anything. He raised the knife and dropped it. In the blink of an eye, everyone was lying on the ground.
He reached out and touched the girl's neck, but there was no pulse.
Creak, creak.
Ye Yuxi clenched her palms, her bones crackling slightly, and walked towards the next room. The murderous intent in the dark eyes is even worse!
…
Inside a house.
"Second brother, you have to avenge me!" A man whose whole body was red and swollen was lying on the bed, gritting his teeth and holding the quilt tightly with his fingers.
The second elder of the Zhao family, Zhao Cheng, stood beside the bed, looked at Zhao An who was sent back from the Yuanwu auction house, and asked with a sullen face: "Who did it?"
Zhao An was the manager who had offended Ye Yuxi at the Yuanwu Auction House. At this moment, his swollen eyes became a little confused. From beginning to end, he did not know the specific identities of the two mysterious people.
Zhao Cheng wanted to ask something else, but suddenly there was some slight noise outside the door.
Click! Boom!
The door panel shattered, and a black shadow crashed into the room.
who!
Zhao Cheng's eyes narrowed and he saw clearly that the object that hit him was his own guard, with a bloody hole in his throat.
"Here comes someone!" Zhao Cheng looked at the man in black at the door with an ominous premonition in his heart.
There was no movement outside the house, it was eerily quiet.
Ye Yuxi's pretty face under the black scarf was filled with chill, and her voice was as cold as ice: "No need to shout, they have already gone to see the King of Hell."
Crazy junior!
Zhao Cheng heard Ye Yuxi's voice and instantly judged that Ye Yuxi was not old and that his strength was as high as the fifth level of a spiritual person. He scolded angrily and struck at Ye Yuxi with a pair of iron palms.
puff!
As the short knife entered his body, Zhao Cheng looked at his lower abdomen in disbelief. His palms were still raised in the air. At the moment of death, he could not figure out why the man in front of him suddenly accelerated his speed.
"Yes, it's you!" Zhao An lay on the bed and looked at the demon in front of him. He recognized that this person was the person who was at the auction house during the day. The next moment, there was a triangular blood hole between Zhao An's eyebrows.
Zhao Mansion was completely silent at the moment, except for the suppressed moans coming from the largest house in the middle.
"who!"
Zhao Wensheng, who was over forty years old, was working on his beautiful concubine when he suddenly felt the window being opened and stopped his movements.
"Ah-" The concubine also screamed when she saw Ye Yuxi dressed in black at the window.
"The person who wants your life!" Ye Yuxi jumped into the room, the short blade in her hand still dripping with blood.
"Hmph!" Zhao Wensheng possesses the advanced strength of the sixth level of a spiritual person. After a brief panic, he calmed down and pulled out the sword beside the bed to kill Ye Yuxi.
Ding!
The long sword and the dagger collided, sparks flying out.
The weapons of the two opened at the first touch, and the other hand hit each other's body at the same time.
Although Ye Yuxi is thin and small, she is much faster than Zhao Wensheng as she has experienced many battles.
Ye Yuxi's white fist struck Zhao Wensheng's chest first. Zhao Wensheng's palm was only half a minute too late to pass by Ye Yuxi's chin and pull off Ye Yuxi's face towel.
Boom! Zhao Wensheng's body hit the bed heavily, his breath was disordered, and he was still holding on to the black scarf that he had torn off Ye Yuxi's body.
"Ah! It's you, you loser!" The concubine on the bed also stared closely at Ye Yuxi's face.
Before Zhao Wensheng could get up, Ye Yuxi had already jumped up to the bed and put the tip of the knife between Zhao Wensheng's eyebrows: "Since you have seen my face, you have no choice but to die!"
"No-"
The knife fell from the hand.