Chapter 79 Bronze Purple Mask

I saw a thick-bearded and thick-browed man kicking Mo Qi on the back when Mo Qi resisted the front. Mo Qi grinned and staggered forward.

The big men around took advantage of the situation to slash Mo Qi with weapons, with ferocious faces, and were about to be ready to take action.

The owner had long disappeared, and the broken silver that had been knocked to the ground was picked up. The girl did not dare to look down and covered her eyes and screamed.

"Don't you go to help him?" The young man in white looked at Mo Yu.

Mo Yu shook his head, looked calm, and stared at the battle without blinking: "It will be difficult to achieve great things by being protected by others. I can help for a while, but I can't help for a lifetime."

The young man in white had many objections to Mo Yu's words, and his brows were frowning. However, the old man in gray had a thumbs up in his eyes and his chin was lighter.

Mo Yu knew why the young master in white frowned and spoke out to dispel the other party's dissatisfaction: "Don't worry, I have my own sense of responsibility and will not let him lose his life."

In this way, the young man in white stretched his eyebrows and looked at Mo Yu a few more times, and the few people looked into the courtyard again.

The conversation was just a moment, and Mo Qi felt the sharp sharpness of the weapons around him, and he didn't care about his image to fall to the ground. When the opponent did not change his offensive, he rolled under the legs of a big man, and the ghost snake slid the opponent's legs.

"Ah~" the man should have screamed, threw his body forward, threw away his weapons, hugged his legs, and howled with his blood. He leaked out from his trousers, making him miserable.

Mo Qi jumped out of the encirclement with his arms, and he was breathing with his back to Mo Yu. The strong men came forward to check their injuries and did not continue to attack.

One person cut his robe with a knife and wrapped the injured person's legs, which barely stopped bleeding.

The injured man looked listless and stared at Mo Qi viciously: "Brothers, chop off that little bitch!"

Several strong men nodded and stood up to surround Mo Qi. This time, everyone looked solemn, no longer despised them before, did not shout or yell, and were filled with evil spirits.

Wild beasts are not scary, only those who suppress restless beasts are scary!

Mo Qi was the first to be hit, his body's hair was erect, and he felt a vague oppression. He knew that next would be a fierce battle, and even if he won, he would be a miserable victory.

Mo Yu looked serious, put his right hand on the handle of the crying, ready to take action at any time.

Seeing this, the young man in white next to him looked sideways and gave the old man in gray a look. The latter nodded with his head, while the maid and girl were wide open and covered her mouth, fearing that she would shout out and disturb the battlefield.

The battle was about to break out. Just as the opponent approached two meters, Mo Qi bent down and prepared for the ghost snake to attack, a long sword shot from the air and whispered in the open space in front of the group of big men.

The courtyard was quiet. Everyone looked up and saw a man in black and wearing a bronze and purple mask standing on the roof. There was a sandalwood waist sign hanging around his waist, and the words "77" were engraved in bright red.

Seeing the man's outfit clearly, the old man in gray raised his eyebrows and leaned against the young man in white.

Although the movement was slight, Mo Yu still grabbed this detail and looked at the person carefully up and down. He felt a familiar feeling in his heart, as if he had seen it somewhere.

The man in black moved his figure and landed lightly in front of the big men. He pulled his sword up and slung his annealing, and murmured coldly: "Bronze Seventy-Seven."

Hearing these words, the big men were shocked, and the leader shouted in horror: "Kill the building?"

Before the voice fell, the man in black attacked decisively, quickly piercing the leader's throat, and bloodlines spurted out, attacking the others without hesitation.

Mo Qi didn't understand why, so he put away his weapons and retreated to Mo Yu: "Brother..."

Mo Yu reached out to interrupt Mo Qi's words, and his eyes followed the man in black. The man just shouted "Kill the Building", which had already indicated the identity of the visitor. Isn't it the mask in black that he went north to kill the Building?

The familiarity of the previous moment gradually became clear. When Chi Yang and his party in mind were inquiring about the news in the hotel, a man in black-clothed hat sat on the corner, with a pot of wine on the table, and a long sword was hanging across the street. His body was filled with a fierce murderous aura, exactly the same as the person in front of him.

At that time, I was still wondering whether the other party was coming to him. At this time, I guessed that the man was probably a killer, and his purpose was to receive the order for the murder.

The most sensational thing about Lenovo Chiyang was that the Dragon Marshal was killed overnight. He only tried to escape and did not pay much attention to it. Now he inexplicably felt that the murderer was that person.

In my thoughts, the killer killed the building and killed all the people. The sword was pulled out from the body of the next person without stopping, nor did he look back at Mo Yu and the others, and he directly closed his sheath and jumped away.

The yard was covered in blood, the corpse was disgusting, and the snowflakes fell into the blood and melted, and a thick layer was spread in a short while.

The young man in white didn't like blood and turned his face to the side with disgust: "Yun'er, go and call the boss over."

The girl's face turned pale, she bent over to agree, and ran to the front hall to call for someone.

Mo Yu was used to this scene, and he looked back slightly, showing solemn and thoughtful, Mo Qi was in a better condition than before, and he was not uncomfortable and vomited.

As for the old man in gray, he looked calm and stood in his sleeves with his hands stuck together, with nothing else in his eyes except the young man in white.

After a while, Yun'er called the shop owner to come over. The shop owner's face was still timid. When he saw the corpse in the first yard, he was so scared that his legs were weak and collapsed. He shouted: "Heroes, please spare me, the villain saw nothing, and he knew nothing."

He burst into tears and thought that several people were going to kill him to silence him.

The young man in white was impatient to throw out a silver ingot: "Don't be clamoring, we're just staying in a hotel, clean it up quickly."

When he heard that it was not bad for him, the shop owner stood up in disappointment, collected the money, and bowed forward: "I'll ask for it here, please don't worry about those chores. I'll send someone to clean up later, and I'll guarantee that there will be no clues left."

The owner said, and turned around and clasped his fists at Mo Yu and the others: "Don't worry, the two young heroes, I will not sue the official."

Mo Yu was misunderstood as the murderer, and he was too lazy to explain, so he nodded and watched several people walk up the stairs.

When he reached the stairs, the young man in white suddenly turned around and stared at Mo Yu coldly: "What's your name?"

Mo Yu looked stunned and never expected that the other party would ask this question, because the young man in white always gave people a feeling of keeping people from thousands of miles away.

Seeing that Mo Yu did not return, the young man in white groaned and turned his head to walk up the stairs. Yun'er stuck out her tongue from behind and disappeared at the entrance of the stairs with the old man in gray.

"Brother, what are you thinking?" Mo Qi touched Mo Yu.

Mo Yu shook his head helplessly. The other party had already walked away in a daze. He chased after him and replied that he might not appreciate it. He could only turn around and go back to the room: "Let's go, let's talk about it if you are destined."

Shortly after the two returned to the room, there were rustling sounds outside. Needless to think, the owner must be calling someone to clean up the body. This kind of thing is probably not a matter of one or two, and it is easy to deal with it.

A few moments later, the roosters in the town crowed one after another, and the dogs barked. Mo Yu sat cross-legged and thought, and Mo Qi sat on the chair and recalled the battle situation and summarized it.

An hour later, the sun shone into the house, and the waiter knocked on the door to deliver hot water. The two of them washed up briefly and opened the door to have a meal.

As soon as the door was opened, the guest room opposite was pulled out from the inside at the same time. The two of them came out. It was the young man in white and his maid. The old man in gray was standing outside the corridor. He also saw Mo Yu and looked at each other.

Mo Yu was about to say hello, but the young man in white turned his head aside, as if he hadn't seen him, and he still had a grudge against Mo Yu's previous rudeness.

"Brother, why do I always feel that person looks like a woman?" Mo Qi looked at Mo Yu with a strange look, and some pictures appeared in his mind.

Mo Yu's face froze, glared at Mo Qi, turned around and walked downstairs: "Don't talk nonsense. If the old man in gray listens, I can't protect you."

Mo Qi scratched his head and smiled, and hurriedly followed behind.

When I left the front hall, the store had already started to make a living. Several tables of guests were sitting in a sparse manner, and the young man in white sat on the side of the back.

Mo Yu looked around and found that there was no one in the place where there were only a few tables next to the young master in white. There were one or several other tables occupied by them.

He was a little embarrassed and could only sit down, and beside the young master in white, called the waiter, ordered two portions of porridge, a plate of cakes, and a cold dish.

After all, it is rude first, so there should be a response no matter what. Mo Yu clasped his fists at the white-clothed young master: "Don't blame me for any negligence before. Han Ming Mo Yu, this is my brother Mo Qi."

Mo Qi held his fist: "Mo Qi."

As the saying goes, don’t hit people with a smile. Mo Yu is so aware of his body. The young man in white suddenly looked slow, nodded coldly, took a sip of water and said, “Liu Ningxuan, this is Yun'er, this is Grandpa Liu, the elder of the family.”

The girl playfully stuck out her tongue at Mo Yu and the others, Leng Ningxuan frowned and hummed, and then gave a good manner to introduce the introduction. The old man in gray smiled and nodded at the two of them without talking much.

The name is just a title, and no one will care about whether it is fake. At least Mo Yu's opinion, the girl is Liu Ningxuan's maid, and the old man in gray is mostly a bodyguard. As for Liu Ningxuan, he must have a great background, otherwise he would not be equipped with a master entourage above the Sixth Heaven.

The breakfast was served quickly. Liu Ningxuan's table was filled with some stir-fry soup. Although it was small, it was rich. He invited Mo Yu and the others to come together to join the table. Mo Yu thanked and refused.

After a few encounters, the other party was obviously just polite. If he passed by, he would seem to be ignorant.

After using meals, no one had the intention of going back to the room. The heavy snow had stopped outside. There were cleaning workers on the street cleaning the snow, and there were still few customers in the store.

Mo Yu was struggling in his heart. He was too impressed by the killer who killed the building yesterday. He wanted to ask about it from Liu Ningxuan and think about how to speak so that he would not look abrupt.

Liu Ningxuan drank tea lightly, and Mo Yu's expression swept into the corner of his eyes. His eyes flashed and he asked softly: "What is the secret of Mr. Mo?"

Mo Yu smiled slightly. Since the other party had seen through his thoughts, he had to reply: "How much does Mr. Liu know about the person before?"

The old man in gray had a flash of light in his eyes, and he looked at Mo Yu and the others inexplicably.

Liu Ningxuan frowned when he heard the question, put down the teacup, stared at Mo Yu's eyes: "Who kills the man?"

"Yes." Mo Yu nodded.

Liu Ningxuan hesitated and did not continue to answer. His slender eyelashes moved slightly, his starry eyes slightly closed. After a long time, Ruobi's woman's red lips and white teeth said: "There are killing groups and sting groups in the killing building. The former is black-clothed mask and the latter is black-clothed black scarf. His methods of conduct are different, but his purpose is to kill people."
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