There are clouds tonight, no stars or moons, people are creeping and curled up in a quiet hut. Yintian Island in a corner of the South China Sea is pitch black, and only the faint lights of the winery in the corner of the street leaked out. When they arrived at a restaurant in front, it was already very light, but it was enough to see people clearly.

The man had some dust on his body, but there was no blood. He ordered a glass of wine at the winery and started drinking it on his own. His hands steadily grabbed the wine glass and drank it by himself, and a gentle smile was unconsciously outlined by the corner of his mouth. This smile was learned from a young man, and he felt very graceful, so he was used to hang such a harmless smile on his lips.

The winery is about to close, so only one clerk stayed. The clerk quietly wiped the empty wine bottle, and there was death silence around it, with only the sound of warm wine entering the stomach and the throat tube rolling down.

"Brother, I'll treat you to a drink." Long Junchen walked to the man with a smile. The dim light in the distance fell into his deep eyes, looking at a little devouring, like a night-walking beast on the wasteland. He dragged his long shadow, took long steps, and pulled long voices toward the man.

The man raised his eyelids slightly, then quickly withdrew his gaze and slowly raised his glass. The direction of the toast was not Long Junchen, but the clerk who was busy making a bartender. He smiled evilly, and his slender eyebrows were filled with indescribable sadness. He said indifferently: "Long Junchen, you are indeed the one I like. You really have some skills. You can find this place. I'll give you a cup."

As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers flicked slightly, and a sharp and invisible sword intent followed his fingertips and broke through the night. Before Long Junchen reacted, a red light appeared and landed on the throat of the innocent clerk.

A thinner blood line appeared between the clerk's thin neck. Blood penetrated through the small crack, flowing through the snow-white neck, and fell to the ground drop by drop.

The clerk opened his eyes wide and leaned limply to the side. He instinctively turned back to the man who was sipping wine and looking at him leisurely, trying to say something, but he couldn't say anything. The next moment, his head fell into the wine jar in the hut, rising and falling. Long Junchen narrowed his eyes and looked at the clerk's head that was slugging with the wine, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

"It is indeed the largest spy agency in China. When it comes to sacrificing these ants-like people, I really don't hesitate at all. Hahaha, I thought you would still help me." The man drank the wine in the glass and then laughed contemptuously, with a rough laugh as if he had a strong aura.

It’s not that Long Junchen didn’t want to save him. He was not so ruthless, but it was too late for him to rescue him just now. Moreover, if he really took action, he would inevitably reveal his flaws. The man opposite would definitely seize the opportunity and take the opportunity to take action. If that time, he would be really passive. Therefore, Long Junchen would rather sacrifice this innocent person than let himself fall into an embarrassing dilemma.

"Killing innocent people indiscriminately is your behavior. No wonder, you, a serial killer, can't stay in the East and are exiled to such a place. It seems that Zi Qilin doesn't want you, a dangerous person, to stay in the East and West!" Long Junchen narrowed his eyes and made a blunt reply without hesitation. He directly scooped a spoonful of fine wine from the jar, and drank a few gulps, his face turned slightly red, but the pair of dark eyes were always looking at the man opposite him with vigilance.

"How did you find me?" The man ignored Long Junchen's aggressive words and asked a lightly. The smile between his eyebrows appeared coldly. The clouds above Yintian Island suddenly became thicker with the leisurely words. With a cold wind from the north, the wetness in the clouds condensed into countless water droplets and fell down. As it was, it was a rainstorm.

Hugh, the heavy rain fell without warning. The rain fell on Yintian Island, slamming and pouring down, flushing the blood that had not dried up by the stream, scrubbing and scattered bodies, rinsing the blood-stained felt cloth on the meat shop, rinsing the dirty things in the world, and washing the empty wine bottles placed in the open air in the winery.

Maybe I felt that the melody of the water drops hitting the empty wine bottle was not nice enough, so the water droplets turned into sharp blades, quietly shattering the wine bottle, turning into pieces of fragments, falling to the ground with a sensation, and then all the brick and stone beams of the winery were corroded into holes. In just a few breaths, the winery collapsed into ruins. The blood coagulation and wine smell accumulated on the ground for countless years were also washed away, leaving only the falling flowers and flowing water! No, it was the falling knife and flowing water!

Long Junchen narrowed his eyes and looked at the rain water as thin as cow's hair and as sharp as cold needles. His eyes gradually flowed into the distance. His eyes stared at him without blinking, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with him.

He just kept tapping the table with his hands. Suddenly, Long Junchen's hand hitting the table stopped suddenly. The next second, with a whoosh, sounded behind the man.

?In just a few breaths, the feather arrow that looked like a divine weapon had reached behind him. In one breath, the arrow was in the sky, and in one breath, the arrow was in front of him!

However, the feather arrow, which was almost certain, seemed to be pulled by some force, and did not hit the bull's eye, but slightly turned past the man and rubbed against the man's clothes. The man's mood did not fluctuate, but his expression was slightly different. When he turned around, he saw a feather arrow nailed to the broken door of a pawnshop by the street. The arrows were so shallow that the wood was swung by the night wind for several moments before it fell down. He smiled confidently. Although such feather arrows were powerful, they did not have the ability to break the rain that was like a knife.

At this time, the rain was getting heavier. The rain like a knife was cut down. The dragon pattern bloodline in Long Junchen's body slowly overflowed with a faint silver light, covering Long Junchen's body, preventing the knife rain from breaking through the defense. On the other end of the winery, Ning Feng'er's sneak attack failed and her whereabouts had been revealed. She could not continue to find an opportunity to sneak attack Zhuang Ze in the secret, because now, she and the people who were trapped in the dark had fired.
Chapter completed!