But this time, when he fell down, the man's back hit a tool, and many things fell down, making a ding-tone rolling sound.

"There's someone inside?"

A question came from outside the door.

The two people who were fighting, Ming Yulong's hand pressed against the man's lower abdomen, and a chain in the man's hand was half pressed against her neck. When he heard the sound outside, he stopped and held his breath.

The people outside seemed to be unsure of what sound was inside. After a while, another sound rang out.

"Where is someone? Lao Jia, why didn't I hear the sound?"

Lao Jia took out his ears and said, "Biuzi, I clearly heard a tingling sound just now, and it seemed that something had fallen into it."

"You've been drinking too much, we've been guarding the door here for a day. Have you seen someone go in?" Bingzi listened carefully, confirmed that there was no sound, and said disdainfully.

The pancake was loud and impatient. When the man made a sound, he suddenly stopped the chain in his hand. Ming Yulong pushed the gun on the chain to prevent it from tightening. The dagger on his other hand also pressed the man's lower abdomen.

The man was startled, turned around suddenly, hit something again, making a rolling sound.

"Listen, there is really a sound inside!" Old Jia shouted.

When Bingzi saw him say it twice, he attached himself to the door and said impatiently: "What a ghost sound! I think you are just standing here and feel annoyed. Brother said, after drinking the eldest young master's wedding banquet, you will leave two pots for you!"

"I really heard it just now!" Old Jia was dissatisfied.

"If you drink less, you won't listen! Besides, you can go to the owner of the manor by yourself. We don't have the keys anyway, so we can't get in!" Pingzi cursed.

Old Jia looked suspiciously, "I can hear it, you can't. Are there any ghosts in this world?!"

"Don't say you don't have one, I heard that there are really ghosts in Anyang..." Bingzi was very interested in this topic and began to tell ghost stories.

Ming Yulong and the man smiled in the dark, but their eyes were full of murderous intent, and both of them held each other's weakness.

As long as one person moves, the other person will not fall behind.

In the end, it is the ending of death together!

She doesn't want to die so soon!

But at this time, I can't speak.

The other party was vicious and didn't know what his identity was. What if he was sent to kill her? That would be to reveal his identity.

Even if you don’t know someone, the other party may kill someone to silence him when he sees him.

What should I do?

Suddenly, Ming Yulong felt a little wet on her upper body, as if something had penetrated through the fabric, sucking the smell, was it blood?

Is this man injured his shoulder?

Then you can attack his shoulders. As long as the chain is loosened, she will win!

She didn't want to stay here and stayed in a stalemate with the man, and she had to find a way to go out.

Ming Yulong took action when she thought of this. She drew her sword across her wrist, like a cheetah rushing, and turned to stab the man's shoulder quickly.

During the long confrontation, the man relaxed for a moment and was stabbed by her and crossed his chest. The long crack was opened with a long crack in his clothes. Something fell to the ground and broke into two pieces!

It's a fire pie!

No, if he sees his face, he will cause big trouble again!
Chapter completed!