Ye Ting, a quiet villa.

The Spirit took his lunch and knocked at the door of the repaired room.

"Come in"

There was a cold response from inside the room, and Ling pushed the door open and walked in gently.

Xiu Du sat on the tea chair, wiping the pistol slightly, his slender fingers sliding over the dark body of the gun, with a bit of gentlemanly elegance in danger.

Xiu's fingers are very long, the bones are distinct, and it seems that he is more suitable for playing the piano than holding a gun, but the Creator is not satisfied with this, he has given these hands another ability, life and death, plunder, killing invisibly, for a long time, these hands represent nightmares.

Three years ago, the Nelun exploded, and Xiu Zaiwei used it to kill people.

The hands returned to their original use, drinking, smoking cigars, hugging women, and occasionally touching guns were just used as demonstrations, which could be regarded as a temporary farewell to killing.

After three years, Xiu used it again, which was a big surprise for the spirit.

"Sir, are you going to kill someone?" Pulling his eyes back from his slender fingertips, Ling looked at those dark blue eyes and asked tentatively.

Xiu hooked his lower lip slightly, but did not answer Ling's question.

Tightening the pistol in the drawer, he looked back and asked lightly, "What are you looking for me?" ”

Ling stepped forward, put the food on the coffee table, and said softly, "Sir, I saw that you didn't eat in the morning and didn't go down at noon, so I'll bring you some."

"It's hard work" The cultivator calmly withdrew his eyes, and seeing that the spirit was still standing in place, he couldn't help but raise his eyes and asked coldly, "You still have something?" ”

Ling Na Na shook his head, his heart was leisurely and bored for some reason, and when he saw Xiu frowning, he hurriedly said: "Sir, Mu and Yan are not here, are you going to perform a mission?" ”

Xiu hummed lightly, Ling bit his lip, glanced at Xiu's cold face, and hesitated for a moment to make up his mind: "Sir, you ......"

"Sir"

There was a cool voice from outside the door, Xiu stood up, stretched out his hand to open the door, Mu stood outside the door, his eyes were cold and cold, he was slightly stunned when he saw the figure of Ling, and then he put away his thoughts and said to Xiu calmly: "Sir, she wants to see you"

Xiu's gaze fluctuated for a moment, but soon returned to normal, glanced at Mu, and Xiu asked coldly, "Where is she?" ”

"The living room on the first floor, with Yan"

Xiu replied in a low voice, crossed the wooden path and went downstairs.

Mu turned around and stared at Xiu's cold figure, a trace of doubt quietly crossed his eyes, was he wrong? The slender officer just ...... Seems happy?

In the main living room, Long Ziyue and Yan sat opposite each other.

Yan sat on the sofa, his back was very straight, his hands were flat on his knees, he looked very honest, but his expression was very tense and looked a little stiff.

"Hey, Mu has already brought you to see the slender officer, can you let me go?"

Long Ziyue raised her eyes, glanced at the stiff young man, and curled her lips coldly, "Okay, I'll shoot a shot, I'll let you go if I can dodge."

Yan's face froze, and he was silent and didn't say anything more.

There was a slight sound at the stairs, Long Ziyue raised her eyes, and Xiu's cold figure entered Long Ziyue's sight, calm and elegant, like a noble prince.

But she knew very well that this man was the real Shura.

"Why did you come to me?" Stepping down the steps, Xiu slowly came to Long Ziyue's side, stared at the other party's cold eyes, and asked with a slight smile.

"You know very well," Long Ziyue said coldly

Xiu smiled faintly, the smile in his eyes faded slightly, and he looked directly at Long Ziyue's cold eyes, and his gaze became far-reaching, "So you are here to ask the master for sin?" ”