Fake Mechanic

As soon as these words came out, the clues in Xiang Yu's heart finally formed a complete web.

The white brocade on the dressing table was windless and automatic, as if being pulled by an invisible thread, and flew lightly into the air. Under the white brocade, an ancient crocodile-skin dagger came out of its sheath. Tighten it up, and a human figure wearing a hooded cloak appeared in midair.

Pei Hongyu took two steps back in fright, her pupils shrank suddenly, she stared at the transparent piece under the hood, and pointed her short sword at the piece of white brocade floating in mid-air.

"You...are you a human or a ghost? Why is the Qinglu knife in your hand?"

Xiang Yu's soft smile that had been deliberately changed was indeed ghostly, "I really want to thank your teacher, if it weren't for him, it would have taken me a lot of trouble to get this knife. Of course, I should thank you most, not you. The knife is hidden in the dark compartment behind the mirror on the dressing table, how could I get it so easily?"

The fat man was really lucky. When he opened the white brocade on the dressing table, he could see that something was wrong. The cosmetics arranged in a row were too neat, like a string of password numbers, large and small, which were deliberately scrambled.

And Wei also pointed out that this dressing table hides a unique infrared light scanning system, which immediately reminded Xiang Yu of the pine bonsai that blocked the sensory light by Bai Jitong in the Skull and Bones clubhouse.

He casually rearranged the cosmetics in order from high to low, and the vanity mirror sank immediately, revealing the Qinglu knife in the dark grid.

When a blind cat bumps into a dead mouse, it doesn't take much effort.

The reason why the fat man stayed was because he didn't use the Qinglu knife to cut through the balcony and escape, but to tease Pei Hongyu.To his surprise, he got another piece of information that made him even more curious - the relationship between Pei Hongyu and Yu Buyi didn't seem to be very good, shouldn't the brother-in-law spoil his sister-in-law very much?

"It seems impolite to call your brother-in-law an asshole." The fat man decided to follow the clues. He waved the one-foot-seven-inch clear dew in his hand, which was chilling, as if he was threatening Pei Hongyu.

In the eyes of the Second Miss of the Pei family, the delicate dagger seemed to be held in the hand of an invisible ghost, barely suppressing the horror in her heart, and said coldly, "Sure enough, Yu Buyi sent you here, he wants to clean up What is Lu Dao doing? Didn’t he lie to my sister enough? My sister had to donate Qiu Chan to the royal family because of him to avert the disaster, and now she won’t even let go of my Qinglu?”

Facing a "ghost" who couldn't see the real body at all, and could only vaguely see the shape of a human being through the white brocade like a cloak, Pei Hongyu was obviously a little apprehensive. Trade advances recklessly.

For the fat man, it would be best to have a gentleman in civilian clothes shield him from the gun, so that he would not be caught in the fire, and he would be free to steal.Seeing that Pei Hongyu was not moving, he waved the Qinglu Knife that had been unsheathed for the first time and only cut two strips of cloth, and said, "If you don't plan to keep me for supper, then I should go too."

The sharp clear dew knife slashed down the crack of the window, and the hidden lock was cut off silently like butter. When the window was pushed open, a white brocade floated out gently.

Watching the white shadow disappear from the balcony, Pei Hongyu actually showed a smug smile.

……

The fat man touched the window sill with his toes, jumped a few meters with his strength, and then touched the branch of a hundred-year-old Shenxing locust tree outside the small building. His figure rose again, fluttering like a bed being blown away from a drying rack on the balcony by a strong wind Under the cover of night, he was already more than ten meters away from the small building.

When he was in mid-air, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the guards outside the small building having withdrawn. Xiang Yu was puzzled, and suddenly a bad premonition struck him.

At the same time, there was an extra person in front of the selected foothold at some point.

The man stepped out of the darkness, holding a black sheathed long sword in his arms, with a stern expression, as if he had been waiting there for a long time.

Louis Zero!

The fat man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he recognized the man not far away at a glance.

The difference from before is that the Sword Saint of Qingcheng's aura at this time is astonishing. Although the autumn cicada sword bestowed by the emperor has not been unsheathed, it is not only one or two floors higher than when he first saw it under the porch, the whole person is Yuan Tingyue. Standing still, blocking his way like a mountain.

The fat man in mid-air swiftly untied the white brocade covering his body, and landed on the ground without a sound. Out of the consideration of not wanting more accidents, he planned to run away directly by relying on the invisible power of the chi beast.

With a twist of his body, the fat man just turned around, only to find that Louis Zero had instantly moved from the front to the corresponding position at some point, and was still standing five meters in front of him, blocking all escape routes.

"Since you're here, why bother to leave?"

Louis Ling was not in a hurry to draw his sword, and he didn't even change the posture of holding Tiu Chan.

I rely on you to be a zombie. You can move a few meters without bending your legs. The fat man cursed inwardly. Although the super dynamic vision can still capture the trajectory of Louis Zero without the acceleration of the five senses, he is still a little surprised.

This Qingcheng Sword Master really wasn't bragging, just relying on his ability to move a few meters with his hands and knees without bending his knees and relying on his toes, he deserves a holy name.

Could this product also be a holy rank?A thought enveloped his mind like a dark night, and his chest tightened when he thought of this fat man.

Obviously already in the "hidden" state, but Louis Ling looked straight at himself with a penetrating expression. This feeling is very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

"You idiot, the Qinglu Knife in your hand can't be invisible, can't you figure it out?"

When Wei's voice came, Fatty suddenly realized.

In Louis Ling's eyes, the Qinglu dagger was quietly floating in mid-air, so stable that no tremor could be seen, he said coldly, "Put down the Qinglu knife, you may still escape, otherwise..."

"Otherwise you'll cut me in half with one sword and bury me under a tree to fill up the fat?"

Xiang Yu once again played with a feminine tone, and directly drew out the Qinglu knife.

Stretch out your head and slash your head, and retract your head is also a slash. God destined you to fight with the Sword Master of Qingcheng, and it's useless how you hide.

"Although I don't know why you went back and forth, it's ridiculous for you to ask me to put down the knife. Will I become a Buddha immediately? If I'm not wrong, there may be heavy rain falling from the sky at any time now, and I have nowhere to hide Shape, without Qinglu Knife, what can I use against the Empire's number one sharp weapon in your hand?"

Smelling the growing humidity in the air, the fat man directly broke Louis Ling's mind.

"Since you didn't intend to really leave, it means that you have already made up your mind to deal with me. I said that little girl Pei Hongyu knew that I was hiding in the room, why did she send you downstairs in person? You should have something to say. aware?"

Louis Ling replied with a noncommittal smile, "That's right, after Red Fish left that room, she told me about the abnormality of the light sensor. She insisted on going in by herself and forcing you to come out, that's why I waited for you outside the building." But seeing that you didn't use force against her, I do have an idea to let you go, but the Qinglu knife must be kept. Since you don't believe me, then there is nothing to say. I have to say that I still admire you a little, Knowing my identity, you dare to draw your sword at me..."

The easy-going and easy-going tone of Louis Ling was gone, and there was an incomparable confidence in his words. It seemed that as long as the Qiu Chan Sword was in his hands, no one in the world could escape from his grasp.

The moonlight in the night sky has long since disappeared, and the thick lead clouds make the sky look a little lower, as if you can touch the thick and heavy ink color by raising your hand.

Xiang Yu raised his hand, and the cold blade pointed directly at the Sword Master of Qingcheng.

"Don't talk so much nonsense, if you want this clear dew, you can! Get it yourself!"