As soon as a leaf fell, the autumn wind began to pick up, and the coolness began to invade, blanketing the entire earth.

In the evening, a black curtain gradually enveloped the sky, trying to swallow up the last trace of light in the world. The gentle breeze blew the drizzle, adding a bit of coolness. Rows of streetlights extended along the winding path, stubbornly and unyieldingly contributing

With that faint light.

The night was silent, and the chirping of insects gradually faded away, and was eventually drowned out by the sound of drizzle, making it even quieter.

Suddenly, two footsteps broke the silence. Following the sound, I saw a man and a woman walking through the night.

Look carefully, both of them are dressed in black. The man is about twenty-six or seven years old. He is slender and stands upright like a spear. His face is stern, with sword-shaped eyebrows at the temples, and he is heroic, especially those bright eyes.

Like stars, the eyes flicker inadvertently, and a few rays of light make people feel awe-inspiring.

But at this time, this man's handsome face was full of sadness, with some stubble on his face and messy hair, adding a bit of sadness.

In this cool autumn drizzle, the man was not wearing a raincoat, or even an umbrella. The original black suit became even darker after being hit by the drizzle, so the white flower on his chest was particularly conspicuous, but it was

Tells a sad story.

Wearing black clothes and white flowers, he would only dress like this when attending a funeral. It was unknown where this man had been before, and his sad expression could also tell that the deceased person had an extraordinary relationship with him.

Looking at the woman again, she is about fifteen or six years old, petite, a head shorter than the man. She has a good-looking face, and still has a bit of childishness unique to a girl. In the autumn rain, her eyelashes quivered slightly, and her black pupils were like stars.

, biting her cherry lips lightly, with a bit of sadness in her expression.

As if she remembered something, the girl's nose twitched slightly, her eyes turned red with tears, making her look even more miserable.

Like the man, the girl was also dressed in black, with a white flower on her black dress. She looked so delicate and miserable in the drizzle at night. Unlike the man, she was wearing a black dress.

The huge raincoat wraps up the thin body, giving people a somewhat delicate feeling.

The two of them kept walking like this, walking in a daze, as if aimlessly.

"Brother Ye, sister, she..." At the mention of this word, tears finally rolled down from the girl's eyes.

"Yue'er, you..." A slightly aged and hoarse voice sounded, but before the man could finish, he was interrupted by several rapid brake sounds.

The man looked in the direction where the sound came from, his expression a little wary, but he seemed to recognize that those people were not in any danger, so his wariness faded slightly, but his expression became much gloomier.

Five or six cars stopped more than a hundred meters behind the couple, and more than a dozen men in black rushed out of the cars and headed straight towards them.

These people were all dressed in black and moved neatly and orderly. They were obviously well-trained. They moved quickly and rushed forward like a black tide. Although there were only a dozen people, they gave people the feeling of a thousand troops.

The dozen or so people quickly surrounded the man and woman, but they did not take action immediately. A man who looked like a leader took a slight step forward and said with a hint of respect: "Mr. Ye Luo, by the order of the head of the family, we are going to pick up the two men."

When the young lady returns to the family, I hope..."

"Huh, tell daddy, I won't go back." The girl interrupted the man. Although her voice was soft and a little crying, she spoke firmly and without hesitation.

"Miss Zhiyue, the order given to us by the master of the family is mandatory. We hope you will cooperate, otherwise..."

Listening to the man's words, Ye Luo frowned slightly, and his face became colder: "So what, do you still want to take Yue'er away by force? Just you guys?"

"Boy, don't be too arrogant. If it weren't for the sake of the eldest lady, I wouldn't talk nonsense to you at all." One of the men in black said, and you could tell from the way he stepped forward that he was not just talking.

Just saying.

Hearing the word 'eldest lady', a soft color flashed in Ye Luo's eyes, but it soon turned into sadness, and then coldly: "Then stop talking nonsense and just do it."

"Boy, you are ungrateful, so don't blame us for being rude!" The man was furious, and then he jumped out. With a flash of cold light, he held a sharp blade about a foot long in his hand and stabbed straight at Ye Luo.

Judging from the speed and angle of this man's attack, we can tell that he has some accomplishments with the short knife. It would be extremely difficult for ordinary people to dodge this knife.

At first, when he saw the man taking action, the leader frowned slightly, but thinking of Ye Luo's previous words, he relaxed his brows and did not say anything to stop him.

The cold light flickered, and the blade danced like a butterfly. There was a popping sound, and the knife fell and lifted up, bringing up a cloud of blood flowers. Under the drizzle and light, it was particularly bright and magical.

"Ah!" After a long time, a pitiful cry resounded throughout the world, and the person who had taken action before stumbled away, covering his arm.

He struck first but was injured instead. This strange scene made everyone who had been trained for a long time take a breath of cold air and looked at Ye Luo not far away in shock.

Ye Luo was still standing calmly, but he took half a step forward, his body vaguely protecting the moon behind him. At this time, he was holding a white spike one and a half feet long in his right hand, rolling from the spike.

The falling drops of blood proved that it was him who had taken action earlier.

"What a fast speed, such a fast knife!" The leader was slightly surprised, with a hint of amazement in his tone: "The spikes penetrated the arm instantly, but they were able to avoid major blood vessels and veins, and the accuracy of their eyesight was superb.

Mr. Ye Luo, thank you for your mercy, but as you said before, we must carry out the order of the head of the family."

Glancing at the leader, Ye Luo just picked up the short blade in his hand, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Huh, brother, don't talk nonsense to him. He is just one person. With so many of us going together, I don't believe we can't take him down!" Another person in the team snorted coldly, and as he spoke, he had already taken out a sharp blade.

Sighing in his heart, the leader nodded helplessly. With a flash of cold light, he also had a short blade in his hand, and then rushed over first. His speed was faster, and the short blade passed by, faintly bringing up the wind.

Voice.

When the others saw that the boss had taken action, they also took action one after another. More than a dozen black shadows surrounded him, and more than a dozen short blades with cold light shone in the street lights, creating a scene of swords and swords.

Seeing more than a dozen people taking action at the same time, Ye Luo could only frown slightly. He moved his left hand and a short blade about the length of a ruler appeared.

Unlike the spikes on his right hand, this short blade was as black as ink, making it difficult to spot in the dim night.

But the leader kept staring at Ye Luo. He saw the black short blade, and some information flashed in his mind. He murmured: "White spikes on the right hand, black short blades on the left and right, surnamed Ye, could it be him?"

He is the legendary former captain of the Dragon Group of the National Security Bureau, the Chinese Yiye known as the twin swords of death..."

Thinking of this, the leader's face became much more solemn, and even a flash of admiration and fear flashed in his resolute eyes. However, everyone had already taken action at this time, and he had to suppress the arrow in his heart.

In awe, his figure was a little faster, but he was smiling bitterly in his heart:

"He was right what he said before. We alone can't take away the second young lady. I hope that for the sake of the two young ladies, he will be merciful..."

More than a dozen people had such thoughts about one person, and Ye Luo's horror was evident.

While thinking about this, the two sides were already fighting together, and the imagined scene of Ye Luo being hit by a random knife did not happen. In Zhiyue's shocked eyes, Ye Luo moved, and saw the white spikes flashing in succession.

It moves like a butterfly dancing lightly, as light as thunder; and like a dragonfly touching the water, as agile as lightning.

It's just that every time he dances, he will bring up a cloud of blood, and every time he pours water, he will pierce an arm. In just a few moments, three or four people were injured and left the battle circle. And as Ye Luo waved the spikes, more and more people were injured.

people are getting hurt.

Turning his body, Ye Luo drew an arc, and the short blade in his right hand was like a ghost, easily blocking the short blades of everyone.

There were bursts of harsh sounds, and most of the short blades in the hands of the men in black were nicked, but the black short blade in Ye Luo's hand was intact.

The short blades of the men in black were specially forged, and were no better than military sabers. However, they were easily knocked out of the gap, which shows how sharp and tough the ink-colored short blades are.

The battle was still going on. Ye Luo's body skills were quite unique. He used both swords at once, defending with the ink knife in his left hand and attacking with a spike in his right hand. He was calmly attacked by more than ten people. As the battle continued, the men in black gradually died.

Fortunately, no one was seriously injured.

As for Ye Luo, under the siege of everyone, his arm was only scratched, and a shallow wound overflowed with a few drops of blood. This was because he was stabbed while protecting Zhiyue.

Seeing that there were only five or six men in black still insisting, a shout sounded: "Stop!"

The voice was a little hoarse, but it had a kind of majesty. Under this shout, Ye Luo and the men in black stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

Following this shout, a middle-aged man came from the car, glanced at the entourage who stopped holding an umbrella, and waved the people who were besieging Ye Luo to leave. He didn't even look at Ye Luo, staring straight at Zhiyue.

She said in a deep voice: "Yue'er, you really don't want to go back with me?!"

The middle-aged man was burly and dignified, but he seemed to have suffered a serious blow. His face was slightly gray and his eyes were red, giving people a sense of vicissitudes of life and loneliness.

"Dad, I..." Looking at the man's graying hair in his prime, Zhiyue hesitated slightly, but glanced at Ye Luo beside her, her expression became resolute: "Dad, sister asked me to follow

Brother Ye, he can protect me..."

"Qiu'er said this to you before he died..." The middle-aged man murmured, his body trembled slightly, but he managed to steady himself and looked at Ye Luo, his eyes sparkling: "Qiu'er entrusted Yue'er to

Gave it to you?"

"Yeah." Ye Luo responded lightly, with a hint of resentment flashing across his face and a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "It's good for Yue'er to follow me. At least I won't be affected by your so-called family interests anymore.

Sister Qiu is usually forced..."

Having said this, Ye Luo's face showed deep sadness. And the middle-aged man's expression also became a little sad, and then he became angry, resentful, regretful, helpless, etc., which were complicated and difficult to describe.

It took a long time for the middle-aged man to calm down. He looked at Zhiyue, his expression softening a lot: "That's good, Yue'er will at least be a lot happier if you follow you."

Without waiting for Ye Luo to know what Zhiyue said, he stared at Ye Luo and continued: "I only recognized your identity from your previous actions. I feel relieved that Yue'er is following you. But can you really guarantee her safety? With me

You won’t let go of the rumors and judgments you’ve heard about you, with Yue’er by your side like this…”

A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and Ye Luo's voice became much colder: "The person who hurt Sister Qiu must die, even if he is a descendant of the Dongfang family, the so-called second family!"

"Although you are very strong, I believe you can kill that beast, but you should also know the power of the Dongfang family." The middle-aged man looked a little more solemn: "You will also lose your life if you kill him, I know you

If you have a will to die, you don't care, but what about Yue'er and Qiu'er's instructions, don't you care about these?"

Hearing this, Ye Luo hesitated, his face full of pain. After a long time, he looked at Zhiyue and murmured: "Sister Qiu, I finally understand why you entrusted Yue'er to me, but your revenge...

"

"Qiu'er's revenge must be avenged, but he does not necessarily have to be killed." The middle-aged man interrupted Ye Luo's words. His expression became a little more resolute, and his whole person became more solemn and solemn: "You also know that the Dongfang family is

The second gaming family in our country will soon open the server of 'Heavenly Tribulation'. This is the largest game in the world. The Dongfang family will definitely invest most of its manpower and financial resources. This is our opportunity."

Hearing this, Ye Luo's eyes lit up, and he looked resolute: "When the time comes, I will enter the game, destroy everything in the Dongfang family, and avenge Sister Qiu!"

"Come here, I'm going to tell you something..." the middle-aged man said. Seeing the two approaching, he lowered his voice and didn't know what to say. Ye Luo listened carefully and nodded in response from time to time.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged man finished his instructions and the three of them distanced themselves again.

"Okay, you can leave, don't let the Dongfang family find Yue'er." The middle-aged man waved his hand, then looked at Zhiyue dotingly, and added: "Take good care of Yue'er, if you need anything.

Help notify me."

Nodding, Ye Luo picked up Zhiyue and continued walking along the path.

"Well, it's not easy to destroy the Dongfang family. After all, it is the second largest gaming family in our country. What's more, there are international forces behind this family."

"But there is always hope in life, not to mention that Ye Luo is not an ordinary person. Maybe he can do it."

After saying that, the middle-aged man straightened up, took one more look at Zhiyue and then returned to the car. The engine started and the motorcade drove away.
Chapter completed!