Xia Ji has been facing the spring rain.

But what he looked at was the scene presented by the distant eyes.

The man in white was running away frantically.

"It's really Yama... it's really Yama... how is it possible?"

Behind him was Meng Po who followed slowly.

Meng Po was originally the leader of Jiangnan oil paper umbrellas.

Her strength is not only used by her way but also to do it.

The "perfect replica" that the young master said was about her.

Although it consumes a lot, Meng Po can completely use the skills of other powerful people in a certain period of time.

As long as she has seen it completely and experienced it, she can use it.

This is a method that is not passed down by the Jiangnan family [Little Star Movement and No Form]. The practice conditions are extremely harsh. In addition to talent, it also requires pure blood ties of aristocratic families.

This is probably because the memory information of the predecessors is hidden in blood, so it can be matched in the subconscious mind.

Meng Po's uneducated method has obviously reached the Great Perfection. Not only that, she should have broken through to the eleventh level and achieved qualitative improvement, otherwise she would not have reproduced her own methods so perfectly.

Although Meng Po is the leader of an oil paper umbrella, she is usually very idle.

Because no matter whether this assassin organization receives orders, it does not require a leader to send the orders.

What the leader needs is to calm certain places at critical moments and to help them.

Xia Ji also heard what the disciples of that aristocratic family said.

It seems that there is indeed such a way to distinguish between the upper and lower heavens of the underground world.

If we count this way, his identity as Emperor Yan should be considered as the pillar of the oil paper umbrella in the lower heaven.

The man in white fled wildly.

Meng Po was chasing her, as if she was fishing, without any rush or slowness, quietly waiting for the existence behind the man in white to appear.

However, she suddenly felt a trance.

That is the control of the gods.

As long as your strength is above the controlled person, you will not suffer backlash.

The trance disappeared in a flash.

Meng Po stopped, which was a sign she had made an appointment with the Lord. Once this was the case, she wanted her to return and proceed to the next step.

She looked at a leaf in front of her.

The leaf was blown off the treetops a moment ago.

This moment has slipped into front of the boots.

Meng Po estimated the time when the leaves fell.

This is also the signal from the Lord and her.

Such a certain proportion of time is to implement the prelude time for the next step.

As a top-level and even extraordinary assassin, Meng Po pays attention to everything around her all the time.

Therefore, even if she is a brief trance, she can calculate the time with minimal error.

She turned her head and looked at the direction of the town. Her gray and golden robe quickly disappeared into the spring rain in the night and disappeared without a trace.

The man in white is still running away.

The disappearance of movement behind him not only did not slow him down, but instead accelerated him a little bit.

The murderous intent hidden in silence is the most terrifying.

At this moment, he felt the needle on his back, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

He is just a pawn.

Just now, I was facing a real chess player.

The chess player disappeared, not because he couldn't catch up with him, but because... he had picked up the next piece.

The man in white was simply terrifying.

He only felt that he was in the game and could not see clearly, like a young man who was running away quickly.

On top of the head.

It was those two terrifying phantoms who were playing quietly.

...

The spring rain stopped after midnight.

The pursuit that the young men and ladies of the aristocratic family did not continue to come.

Xia Ji took a chance to clear the blue eyes left by the man in white before.

He had proved to Zhulong that "there is no Emperor Yan among the young men and ladies of the aristocratic family."

Zhulong may think more, but when facing a closer judgment, this kind of thinking will make the former, as a chess player, unable to form a basis for judgment at the last moment.

The method of clearing is extremely simple, and the above general's methods can be completely unrecognizable.

The Blue Eyes are ranked 98 in the Divine Weapons.

The ground eyes are ninety-seven.

Here, the height is different.

The blue eyes can be eliminated, but the earth eyes cannot.

The Blue Eye cannot only sense the number and movement of the people around, but cannot detect the situation on the scene, but the Earth Eye can.

If the Blue Eye is discarded, the white snake in it will not be cursed to follow it.

Although there are many functions, they are not as good as the Earth Eye with a single detection function.

After doing all this, Xia Ji started to close his eyes and take a nap.

He began to wait.

He doesn't think he's a hunter, nor does he want to invade anything, but if someone wants to hurt his family, then...

Even if it is far away, it will be punished!

...

At dawn.

This team that returned from the desolate situation finally saw hope.

A rather prosperous city called Pingcheng.

This kind of city is different from a small town, and assassins dare not invade boldly because the local area has a branch of the White Tiger Punishment Hall and a regular garrison.

The young men and ladies from the aristocratic family cried with joy.

Xue Qianrou, Qi Yao, Lan Xiaomo and others need to care about their performance at all times, so they were obviously afraid of death last night, but they couldn't show it. At this time, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The next step is to do a rectification and rest here, and then let the masters of the aristocratic family go to the White Tiger Punishment Hall and the government to explain the assassin's affairs.

This matter will never be small.

But no one knows how big the Holy Society is.

The White Tiger Punishment Hall is still in a tug-of-war with this organization.

If this saint had a stronghold, then this matter would be enough for the emperor to send a large army to strangle it directly, just like the barbarian king's tens of thousands of cavalry traveling all over the world.

Unfortunately, the Holy Society did not.

Wang Qiqi no longer looks as cool as a snow-clothed lily of the valley. Except for her calm face, she is already tired.

She turned her head to look at the boy who was sleeping and napping. His face was extremely quiet and had mysterious charm.

Wang Qiqi looked at it for a while and felt that if she woke up every day in the future and saw such a face beside her pillow, she wouldn't seem to be so annoying.

She reached out and pushed the romantic marriage partner.

Only when his fingers touched him, Xia Ji suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes...

Wang Qiqi opened her mouth slightly and exclaimed softly: "You..."

But the meaning in those eyes changed completely.

Wang Qiqi heard a familiar voice.

"Little Beauty, have we... escaped?"

The voice is mixed with lust, fear, and worry.
To be continued...