A scimitar wrapped in a white cloth flashed past, and a wisp of scarlet soared in the air.
Bam!
The dark figure, who was full of murderous intent, had instantly died.
Lou Xiaoxiao rushed over and saw the corpse on the floor. Her face turned pale. "Qianxue…"
Lou Qianxue coldly looked at the corpse on the floor and said, "Let's go back."
At the same time.
In the headquarters of the Gate of Seven Kills in Liuyun Prefecture, the gold-masked man, who had taken the job for Lady Mo, was respectfully reporting an incident to a scarlet-masked youth.
Suddenly, he paused in the middle of his sentence.
"Why?"
The scarlet-masked youth was dressed in a purple robe, and he exuded a cold aura.
"Master." The gold-masked man raised his hand and showed him a dead bug on his palm. "Another bronze-masked assassin has died."
