Chapter 28

"I'm going too." "I'm going too!"

"Stay honest!" Ye Yuxi stared, "With your strength, going there will only cause me trouble."

After finishing speaking, Ye Yuxi climbed over the wall and entered the Zhao residence.

Ye Yuxi groped towards a room in the dark, and just as she approached, the conversations of several men came out.

"This little girl is very forbidden to play."

"Zhao San'er, why did you kill me again? The brothers haven't come up yet."

call!

The door was pushed open, and Ye Yuxi entered the house, bringing in a gust of wind.

"Who are you!"

A teenage girl in the house was tied to a bed surrounded by three or five men.

Puff puff!

Ye Yuxi didn't speak, she raised her knife and dropped it. In the blink of an eye, several people were all lying on the ground.

He reached out and touched the girl's neck, but there was no pulse.

Creak, creak.

Ye Yuxi clenched her palms tightly, her bones made a slight explosion, and she walked to the next room. In the pitch-black eyes, the killing intent is even worse!

...

Inside a house.

"Second brother, you want to avenge me!" A man with red and swollen body was lying on the bed, gnashing his teeth, clutching the quilt tightly with his ten fingers.

Zhao Cheng, the second elder of the Zhao family, stood by the bed, looked at Zhao An who had been sent back by the Yuanwu Auction, and asked with a gloomy face, "Who did it?"

Zhao An was Director Zhao who had offended Ye Yuxi at the Yuanwu Auction earlier. His swollen eyes became a little confused at the moment. From the beginning to the end, he did not know the specific identities of the two mysterious people.

Zhao Cheng wanted to ask something else, when suddenly there were some slight noises outside the door.

Click! Boom!

The door panel was broken, and a black shadow smashed into the room.

who!

Zhao Cheng's eyes were fixed, and he saw clearly that the object smashed in was his own guard, and there was a blood hole in his throat.

"Come here!" Zhao Cheng looked at the man in black at the door, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

There was no movement outside the house, it was surprisingly quiet.

Ye Yuxi's pretty face under the black scarf was covered with chills, and her voice was like ice: "Don't shout, they've already gone to see Hades."

Rampant junior!

Hearing Ye Yuxi's voice, Zhao Cheng instantly judged that Ye Yuxi was not very old, and his own strength was as high as the fifth level of Spirituality. He scolded angrily, and struck Ye Yuxi with a pair of iron palms.

puff!

The short knife entered his body, Zhao Cheng looked at his lower abdomen in disbelief, his palms were still raised in the air, and at the moment of death, he couldn't figure out why the speed of the person in front of him would suddenly increase.

"Yes, it's you!" Zhao An lay on the bed and looked at the demon god in front of him. He recognized him. This person was the one who was at the auction during the day. The next moment, Zhao An had a triangular blood hole between his eyebrows.

At this moment, the Zhao Mansion was dead silent, except for the depressive groans coming from the largest house in the middle.

"who!"

Zhao Wensheng, who was over forty years old, was working on his beautiful concubine when he suddenly felt the window being opened and stopped his movements.

"Ah—" The concubine also saw Ye Yuxi who was dressed in black at the window, and screamed.

"The person who wants to kill you!" Ye Yuxi jumped into the room, the short blade in his hand was still dripping with blood.

"Hmph!" Zhao Wensheng possessed the profound strength of the sixth-level spirit, calmed down after a short period of panic, and drew out the sword beside the bed to attack Ye Yuxi.

Ding!

The long sword collided with the short knife, splashing a trace of sparks.

The weapons of the two were released as soon as they were touched, and the other hand struck at the opponent's body at the same time.

Although Ye Yuxi was thin and small, she was much faster than Zhao Wensheng who had experienced many battles.

Ye Yuxi's fair-skinned fist hit Zhao Wensheng's chest first, and Zhao Wensheng's palm was only half a minute slower, brushing against Ye Yuxi's chin, and tearing off Ye Yuxi's face scarf.

Boom! Zhao Wensheng's body fell heavily on the bed, his breathing was disordered, and he was only holding the black face towel torn from Ye Yuxi's body in his hand.

"Ah! It's you trash!" The concubine on the bed also stared closely at Ye Yuxi's face.

Before Zhao Wensheng got up, Ye Yuxi had already leaped to the bed, and the tip of the knife was pressed between Zhao Wensheng's eyebrows: "Since you have seen my face, you can only die!"

"No--"

The hand rises and the knife falls.