The suburbs of the tree at the south gate of Dongling.

It was already dark at around seven o'clock.

The moonlight tonight is very light and there is almost no light.

On the south gate of Dongling, there is another suburb.

There is only one lonely street light, hanging on the side of the road, unable to see the surrounding scenery.

Not far away.

The two figures pulled out Xin's long shadow on the ground.

One is a kimono girl with her hands wrapped around her chest;

One is a tall boy with a handsome body.

Ye Tao still held her long knife in front of her chest.

The blade is full of lifelike totem dark patterns, with awe-inspiring and swaying.

It was pitch dark and pressing over.

Just like that person's aura, it is cold and like a wronged soul in hell.

Ye Tao opened his mouth first, with a pair of white eyes staring at the boy five meters away in a flash.

"The son of the former sharpshooter is quite courageous."

The wind blows at night, and the kimono is rustling.

Jiang Ci has no idea about the person in front of him...

I don't know who she is.

But, looking at her outfit, the long knife on her chest, and her eyes.

He inferred that eighty or ninety percent of this person came from the Tao or a not simple person.

Everyone knows his identity, so they come to him.

It was obviously determined.

Young Master Jiang was not scared.

Although my mother protected him well and did not let him get in touch with the affairs of the Tao.

However, this does not mean that he is a weak chicken who knows nothing.

Jiang Ci glanced at her faintly, without any fear at all. He was obviously a boy under nineteen years old, but he gave people a faint dominant aura.

This kind of aura is not something that ordinary people can pretend to be.

It's not something that can be pretended.

Ye Tao had seen the shadow of a commander like this when he was on Wen Jiuyu.

"Is there anything to ask me for?" Jiang Ciwei raised his chin and did not retreat. On the contrary, he did not even take Ye Tao seriously.

I don't even bother asking about my name and origin.

Mei's son is still a little brave.

Ye Tao thought to himself.

Holding the long sword, his hand tightened slightly, his tone was as cold as hell killing, and he said word by word: "Come on, kill, you."

Jiang Ci was stunned and then laughed softly.

He was already beautiful, and under the ink color, his chuckle was even more low and fatal.

If you don't know, you think he is using a handsome trick.

"Kill me?" Jiang Ci said slowly, "I have lived for nineteen years. There are many people on the road who want to take my life. You are the first one at the beginning."

"I'm standing here now. You have a knife unsheathed. If I hide a little, I will commit suicide."

He said, spreading his arms lazily.

Ye Tao looked at him coldly. Why did his light and gentle look seem to be sure to win?

Could it be an ambush?

Although Ye Dao likes to kill, she is rational.

She never does blind, brainless murder.

This nineteen-year-old baby has no intention of compromising and begging for mercy?

Could it be...

How could she know?

Jiang Ci came here entirely alone.

He is singing the empty city plan!

Who can’t play psychological tactics?

Why do you have to talk so much nonsense if you really don’t care about him?

If you want to kill him, you will be killed long ago.

This kimono princess must have some concerns!

Although he doesn't know what her concerns are...

However, he can be 50% sure.

This person is definitely not that sure if he wants to kill him!

What he had to do was just how to snatch her long knife after holding it in his hand for 50% chance.
Chapter completed!