The apprentice, this awkward performance like a robot, made Ning Fenger look moved. When asked, it was not Ning Fenger's irritating decision. Long Junchen actually investigated it early in the morning. Miyamoto Kiyoizumi's reputation in the industry is not very clean, nor is it authentic at all. Some of the things she does are all about stealing in the sewer.

Therefore, the forces facing Long Junchen, that is, the mysterious behemoth, are very likely. They are not simply using Miyamoto Qingquan as a gun, but more likely that Miyamoto Qingquan took the initiative to take over the business and cooperated with this organization, and they were both dirty and dirty. Long Junchen naturally admired Miyamoto Qingquan's courage to make a living with the tiger. Based on this, Ning Feng'er, following Long Junchen's instructions, was too lazy to continue to quarrel, and directly hit the nail on the head with one sword.

Ning Fenger saw the apprentice standing there, like an ice sculpture, and her heart had basically guessed three points. The apprentice's mouth twitched, and her body was moving stiffly like aging mechanical hardware. Ning Fenger was delighted. She was about to reach out to touch it, but at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

In the izakaya in the corner of the street, a man in black who was drinking by himself suddenly put down the wine glass in his hand. His hand steadily carried a fried peanut with chopsticks. He didn't move too much, put it in his mouth and chewed it. He tasted the aroma of fruit between his teeth, picked up the glass of wine and drank it, and glanced at Ning Feng'er and the others casually. Suddenly, his hands shook, like two powerful bows. The chopsticks in the hand of the man in black seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, buzzing in the air, and two hissing sounds sounded almost at the same time.

It was like two black lights, two black blades, wind and snow mixed together, whistling by, and the sound of soul-devouring sounds, the cold air was so strong that two inconspicuous chopsticks floated out along the wind and snow, and pierced straight towards Ning Feng'er. Two simple chopsticks made of wood actually had a little sharpness, and hissing several sounds. It was the sound of the tip of the chopsticks splitting the wind and snow. The next second, there was a puff sound, without any fancy prelude, and no lies. The simple and unpretentious chopsticks had already pierced into the apprentice's face. He stared at Ning Feng'er in a daze, thinking that it was Ning Feng'er's hand. He really couldn't understand why the other party had taken action before he even spoke, and he took action so decisively, so ruthless, and so resolute.

The lights on the first floor, carrying the neon light and the rotten dust, slowly came in through the floating wind and snow, and fell into Ning Feng'er's slender eyes, and formed a needle-like light at the corner of his eyes. Ning Feng'er finally reacted at this time, and suddenly felt shocked, and his heart was shocked. He was about to chase the person who assassinated the apprentice, but found that the person was like a dragonfly, and he immediately flashed away with one hit. The retreat speed was exactly the same as the person who was ambushing the mountain at that time. Could it be that he was the same person as the last time?

The other chopstick actually broke out and shot directly into Ning Feng'er's face. In the rain, snow, wind and thunder, one hand and a soft and white hand suddenly stretched out! Just like the hand of a cute little girl catching a fireflies, her index finger and thumb gently folded the other chopstick shot out by the man in black cleverly closed between her fingers. Ning Feng'er took a deep breath and looked coldly at the direction where the man in black fled.

The man in black turned into a black spot and fell into the snow. Ning Fenger narrowed his eyes and covered the endless wind and snow with his hands, but he was not in a hurry to pursue it. What she wanted to do was to go to Miyamoto Kiyoizumi immediately. She had to confirm Miyamoto Kiyoizumi's life and death. As for this assassin who could mess up the world with just one chopstick, naturally someone was chasing him!

What just made Ning Fenger a little worried was that Zhang Fengmo would be this guy's opponent?

Shunji Fujii covered his face with a black cloth and rushed in the wind and snow. He took action with a quick look, harvesting his soul without emotion. He only needed one blow to kill the unarmed and unprepared enemy. All of this seemed to be an action engraved in his DNA. After the killing, he turned around and left was also his habit. Every time he left the battlefield, the blood in his hand had not solidified. He trotted all the way, his body was light and he was a little proud. I don’t know what Yamamoto thought, wouldn’t it be better to kill them all directly, and he had to defeat them one by one, waiting for the rabbit. It was such a waste of his time!

Shunji Fujii chose to escape. It was a dense forest surrounded by mist, which had already dropped fog. Coupled with the current weather, the whole forest became more hazy. After Shunji Fujii shot out two chopsticks, he rubbed the edge of the sparse forest that had been planned and flew away. Several flashed into the depths of the forest, disturbing the hidden insects. The sound of the whimper turned into a wind and fell behind Shunji Fujii.

At this moment, Zhang Fengmo, who was beside him, had already tied up his sleeves and trousers, turned over his back hat, covered his face, and escaped into the darkness under the cover of his black clothes.

He grabbed the gaps in the woods with his fingers, stepped on the more refreshing tree girls with his toes, his body was sometimes raised, sometimes against the ground, sometimes jumped up by the trunk, sometimes climbed the branches to leverage, and several times, and in the woods, he seemed to be a monkey jumping cleverly, and his wonderful body skills and small methods were perfectly combined. In the blink of an eye, he had quietly lived behind Shunji Fujii.

There was a cloud in the sky, dark clouds, snow in the clouds, blizzards, and thorns in the snow, and the cheeks hurt. Zhang Fengmo rushed all the way, his whole body was wrapped in black. The afterimages slowly dragged into a long black line, with only a pair of bright eyes exposed outside, locking the close and distant black shadows.

Zhang Fengmo took out a long blood-red sword, and the sharp blade at the tip of the knife dragged a long hole in the snow. His feet were separated from the slightly wet snow. His whole body rushed forward like an arrow, avoiding the oncoming branches, wind and snow. Occasionally, he would stop and carefully observe and explore around. His fingers gently slid across some of the withered branches. There were obvious traces of just broken, and his eyes fell on the snow.

Although the wind and snow are very strong, such a short time is not enough to cover up these footprints.

Zhang Fengmo kept chasing him, and he realized something, the guy in front was going around in circles! Zhang Fengmo's heart moved, speeded up, and hurriedly followed him around in circles...
Chapter completed!