After hearing this, Song Ying laughed and said, "How crazy is the wizard." She sat down and brushed her sleeves, "I'll answer this paper..."

Ji Chong said: "Miss, I'm going to take a study exam tomorrow, so it's better to have a break earlier."

Song Ying raised his head and smiled, saying, "Ji Chong, don't you have confidence in me?" He smiled like a flower under the lamp, but the scar was like a hand rubbing the flowers, which made people sigh.

Ji Chong lowered his head and said, "I dare not."

Song Ying waved his hand with a smile: "I'm joking."

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and Ji Chong turned his head slightly with a little warning, and stopped outside the door.

"Miss...Master's news..."

Song Ying nodded: "Dad?" She stood up.

The man standing beside him had already walked over to open the door and said, "Master, let's go now..." Before he finished speaking, a cold light hit his face.

Ji Chong stretched out his hands and pulled Song Ying behind him. With a thud, he flew over and fell to the side. At the same time, hot water splashed all over his face... Song Ying behind him was not spared.

Song Ying wiped her face with her hands, and under the lamp, she could see that her hands were covered with blood... She looked calm, without screaming or losing her complexion, but turned her head to look aside. The falling objects on the ground were still turning, with a human head.

All this was just a blink of an eye, and with a bang, the corpse that was still standing still fell down. The person in front of the door rushed in, covered in black clothes and black cloth, holding a strange weapon in his hand, a round ring like a hat, and the outer edge of the ring was shining as a knife... It was also stained with blood, and it cut off the head of the man who opened the door.

The man in black rushed in, the circle took a step faster than him, spinning towards Ji Chong.

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The attack was not over.

Just as Ji Chong raised his foot and flew out, the windows on both sides were knocked open, and two men in black jumped in. The long sword in his hand shone coldly, and he left Song Ying, who was exposed behind because of Ji Chong's movement.

The knife was like lightning, the sharp edge was like rain, and the fire was splashing everywhere... The knife did not hit the petite girl, but hit two lamps.

Ji Chong held two lamps in his hand, and the candle was cut off, and two lines of fire were drawn. The lamp holder was like a sword in his hand, and the next moment, it accurately penetrated the necks of the two men in black.

Ji Chong, who was half bent, stood up straight and threw the two of them up, as if two human-shaped candles were inserted.

Because of the penetration of the neck, the two men in black stared at each other but did not make a sound and died. Before dying, they firmly grabbed the two hands of Ji Chong holding the lamp holder.

The roof slammed like a huge rock falling. Another man in black came down with tiles and broken wood. The dust was flying in the air. It was a knife, slashing straight towards Ji Zhong's unprotected neck, which was held like carrying a load and opening his shoulders.

What can you do!

Song Ying, who was standing behind Ji Chong, looked up and saw the cold light, and also saw the stars at night exposed in the hole.

Ji Chong'er pounced forward in place with a sound, and at the same time, one leg slashed upward like a long knife.

With a clang, the leg collided with the long sword of the man in black that fell rapidly. The flesh and blood leg actually hit the long sword of the man in black. It did not stop and hit the chest of the man in black. With a puff, the man in black's chin was kicked, and his whole head was tilted back, and with a click, the neck was kicked and broken. The man in black kept holding the knife and landed on the ground, and then fell like a broken bamboo, and died without saying a word.

The windows were knocked open, the roof was smashed, and five corpses were lying indoors. All this happened in the blink of an eye and ended again.

The interior was quiet, no longer any debris fell on the roof that was knocked down, and no one in black was rushing out around. The sound of footsteps outside didn't sound chaotic until this time.

"...Why did I hear any sound? It seemed like a stone was falling down?"

“…Is something down?”

It was the other guests of the inn asking questions, and some people walked here hesitantly. The lights in the room were turned off, and it was pitch black. I saw the ground was dark...

"What's up?"

A dark figure suddenly appeared in front of him, accompanied by inquiries, shocking the guest who was about to look in.

"Is there any sound?" he stuttered, "...why isn't the door closed?"

Ji Chong held the door and said, "It's cool."

Uh... It's midnight, and it's really cool at night, and there's a strong smell of fishy smell in the room... What's that? But looking at the man blocking the door, the man embarrassedly didn't dare to look away.

Ji Chong closed the door and turned around and said, "Miss."

It was not dim when I got used to the indoor view. There was a hole in the roof. The girl shone under the starlight. The girl looked up at the starlight and turned her head and said no.

"The people outside should have been killed." Ji Chong said, "Miss, I want to call someone to clear the scene."

Song Ying nodded and said, "Okay."

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There was a mess in the inn. The lights in the rooms on both sides of the room lighted up and turned off. After a while, everything returned to quiet. There were more footsteps outside the building, and the torches were lit up, accompanied by the sound of swords and equipment, but no other guests came to inquire.

"Miss."

Ji Chong opened the door and looked inside. The lights had been lit up again. Song Ying sat in front of several tables, lowering her head and holding up her pen to write. He raised her head when she heard the sound, just like before, but... her face was still covered with blood splashed on her body.

Song Ying said: "How?"

Ji Chong walked in, followed by several people, and said, "Please carry the body away."

Song Ying nodded and continued to lower his head to write, allowing the person to move away the dead-headed throat lying on the ground, and several men came in with wooden barrels.

"Miss, I want to clean up the blood, it won't affect you, right?" Ji Chong asked.

Song Ying's eyes did not leave the paper and said, "It doesn't matter, I will leave after finishing this set of papers." She raised her hand and gently wiped her face. The remaining blood was wiped away, leaving a shallow mark.

The clear water was sprinkled on the ground, the blood was washed away, the broom was brushed and the rag rubbed. The girl with blood on her face was sitting under the lamp and focused on writing. Her face was beautiful and half was hideous, and the room was busy and quiet.

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Chapter completed!