Almost as Yun Qingyan ordered Xiao Xuan, a gust of evil wind blew, and the sweet and strange fragrance spread.

The rows of red candles were extinguished inch by inch, and the whole room was in a darkness without any fingers!

Yun Qingyan quickly put the quilt up, then turned over and entered the bed with a light movement, quietly resting.

"Miss?" A gentle female voice rang outside the door.

What answered her was silence.

Immediately afterwards, a tiny sound of footsteps came from the door.

With the dim moonlight, Yun Qingyan saw a graceful and slender woman walking from the door. Her steps were slow, but Yun Qingyan still heard a trace of tension hidden in the tiny steps.

With just this little Taoist practice, I still want to kill her? A look of contempt flashed in Yun Qingyan's eyes.

Aster pinched his hands, and a little bit of fine beads of sweat had already oozed out.

She tried to relax her breath, her eyes fell on the arching quilt,

"Swish" took out a sharp dagger from the cuff.

If the lights are not extinguished, you will definitely see that the dagger is covered with the poison of blood-threshing throat, and the faint green color makes the scalp numb.

"Yun Qingyan, don't blame me." Aster stared at the arching outline coldly, and his tone was very spicy.

"If you want to blame, you will only blame your existence. It's so annoying!"

After speaking, the dagger fell down fiercely.

The imagined blood splattered everywhere and did not grow. It didn't feel like it was pierced into a large piece of soft fluffy cloth.

Ziyuan was shocked, and she trembled her hands and stabbed several times under the arched outline. Soon, the arched black outline quickly faded away like a breathless one.

No one?!

As soon as his eyes opened, Aster didn't care about anything else and vigorously lifted the quilt.

At the same time, the cold touch was tightly pressed against her neck, like the god of death in the dark night, causing her to rise from her spine with a tremor.

An evil voice sounded in her ears, with a bit of cynical disinterest, "Tsk tsk~ Where did my quilt mess with you? Do you want to treat it like this?"

"Yun Qingyan?! You are not dead!" The familiar and unfamiliar voice made Ziyuan's scalp numb and she screamed in vain.

As soon as she spoke, a fierce poisonous light flashed in her eyes, and she turned over and stabbed the dagger behind her.

"Ha~" A contemptuous voice sounded, and Aster felt his dagger stab into the air.

The cold touch on her neck went deeper, and a little blood penetrated out. The slight pain magnified infinitely in the darkness, stimulating her nerves.

"Zaster, after all, I am the master you have served for so long. Are you looking forward to my death so much?" A cynical voice sounded behind her again, but the dagger that hit her life gate did not move at all.

"Your skills are so good that you dare to learn from others as a killer. You don't think it's embarrassing, my master is embarrassing~"

"Tell me, who is the person who instructed you to come?" Yun Qingyan asked with a smile, his tone relaxed, as if he was chatting with an old friend.

"Miss, I'm wrong!"

The answer to Yun Qingyan was a depressing voice of regret.

Aster's drooping eyes flashed darkly.

Although I don’t know when Yun Qingyan became so powerful, Yun Qingyan has always been soft-hearted. As long as she kneels down and begs for mercy, she will definitely not care about her!

"I... I am all coerced by others!!" Ziyuan's tears were everywhere and her crying was shrill.

Yun Qingyan's dagger turned around the tender skin of Aster. Every time he moved, it was like a poisonous snake licking it with a cold snake apricot, making people stand upright.

The cold and quiet voice sounded like a ghost asking for life sounded at Aster's neck—

"Oh? You told me, who is coerced?"
Chapter completed!