The captain breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Xue Dongli, and said, "Thank you Miss Xue for showing mercy."

Xue Dongli said lightly: "I gave face to the agents of the spirit team and did not kill him, but I don't want to have another one."

The captain of the 17th Division said: "I understand, Miss Xue, don't worry, I will definitely discipline my subordinates in the future."

He winked at his subordinates, and immediately two of them came to carry Liu Yu away.

The captain took the initiative to take out the skill book and returned it to Xue Dongli.

Seeing this, everyone said to themselves: Miss Xue is still very good at doing things. If she really killed Liu Yu today, the entire spiritual team would not be able to get out of Taiwan.

Director Gu only came out to smooth things out and comfort everyone, but his eyes looked even worse at Xue Dongli.

Xue Dongli certainly understood that everything Liu Yu did was his intention.

An old man like Liu Yu who climbed up from the bottom of society is not a fool. The reason why he dares to do such a thing in public is that there is definitely someone instructing him to do it.

And this person has a lot of energy.

Just because she didn't give him face, he tried every means to attack her. If such a person is not eliminated, he will be in danger of endless troubles.

Her fingers moved, and an invisible breath hit Director Gu.

This wisp of breath will disturb the energy in his body. As long as he uses his superpower once in the future, the energy in his body will become more disordered.

After a year or two, he will become a devil, and even if he does not die, he will become a useless person.

She, Xue Dongli, would not let others discover her.

The following dinner was very peaceful and no one dared to cause trouble for her again.

After the dinner, Xue Dongli returned to his room.

After entering the door, she took out a red wine from the wine cabinet, poured herself a glass, shook it gently, took a sip, and said, "Since you are here, why don't you come out to meet?"

In the dark place, a figure slowly appeared.

It was a man covered in darkness, wearing a black hood on his head and holding a knife in his arms.

"Killer?" Xue Dongli said, "Who sent you to kill me?"

She took a sip of wine and said, "Let me guess first, it's the old man Huang from the Huang family? He is the only one who wants to kill me but no one dies."

The killer in black was silent and didn't say anything.

Xue Dongli said: "Since you are here, why don't you take action?"

The black-clad killer said: "I have three things to do not kill, good people will not kill children, and women under the age of twenty will not kill them."

Xue Dongli smiled: "There are still such killers now? So, am I a bad woman over twenty years old?"

The black-clad killer said, "In the information they gave me, you are a vicious and vicious person who kills people."

"Oh?" Xue Dongli said, "Then why haven't you taken action?"

"I've been cheated." said the black-clad killer.

"Since that's the case, why did you appear?" Xue Dongli asked.

"I saw your palm in the banquet hall." said the black-clad killer, "I want to have a fight with you."

Xue Dongli understood that this was a martial arts murderer.

He stood up and said, "Okay, I'm idle, I'll fight with you."

There are few such killers, and she likes them quite well.

The man in black walked forward two steps and placed his hand on the hilt of the knife.

The momentum on his body suddenly changed.

Before, he was like a ghost, hiding in the darkness, silently.

At this moment, he became a swordsman, full of sharpness.

"Clang!" With a sound of the knife, the long sword left his body and slashed hard towards Xue Dongli's head.

As sharp as the wind, as fast as thunder.

It seemed that there was a sword light in front of me, and the whole world was filled with sword light.

This sword is enough to shake the master.

However, with the sound of metal breaking, the black-clothed killer stopped.

His knife stopped five inches above Xue Dongli's head, and the blade had broken. Xue Dongli was behind his back with his hands as if he had not moved just now.

But the black-clad killer knew that she had taken action just now, and with an extremely quick move, not only blocked all his attacks, but also shattered his knife.

That's right, it's not interruption, it's crushing.

The half-cut knife was completely shattered, shattered into many pieces, and spilled all over the floor.

He took two steps back and said, "I'm defeated."

Xue Dongli said: "Your knife is very fast, but there is no direction."

"Direction?" the black-clad killer asked.

Xue Dongli walked up, picked up his broken knife and said, "What are you swinging the knife for?"

The killer in black is silent.

"You want to be stronger, so you practice knife day after day, year after year, but have you ever wondered why you swung your knife and whom you swung your knife?"

The killer in black seemed to be in deep thought.

Xue Dongli returned the broken knife to him and said, "When you find the direction, your knife will be faster and more fierce."

The black-clad killer took the knife, was silent for a while, and suddenly knelt down on one knee, raised the knife over his head, and said, "Thank you Miss Xue, I was enlightened and found the reason why I could not break through for many years."

He took off the hood from his face and revealed a young face.

He is not handsome, he looks very ordinary, and he can never find him if he throws him into the crowd.

This is the real killer.

He said, "Miss Xue, please accept this knife. From now on, as long as you appear with this knife, you can let me do anything."

Xue Dongli smiled faintly. This person had a chivalrous spirit, which reminded her of those old friends from thousands of years ago.

She took the knife and said, "Go, look for your direction. When you find it, you will become a generation of sword god."

The black-clad killer said: "My name is Yang Jiaqi, Miss Xue, please remember my name."

After saying that, he jumped up and flew out of the window, not caring about the fifteenth floor here.

Xue Dongli returned to the sofa, picked up the wine glass, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

Was she so kind that the old Mr. Huang thought she was easy to bully, so he sent killers to kill her again and again.

It seems that I have to have a good talk with him.

Mr. Huang was practicing calligraphy in the study room. Next to him was a fifteen-year-old girl who was carefully grinding ink.

This girl is his grandnieces and has a good talent in calligraphy. He always keeps her by his side to teach.

"Yueling, how do you think I write this letter?" He smiled as he held the pen.

Huang Yueling said: "Grandpa's handwriting is even more perfect, and this handwriting contains the legacy of Mi Fu."

Mr. Huang laughed and said, "You little girl, you know how to make me happy. How can I compare to Master Mi Fumi?"

Huang Yueling said: "In my opinion, even if it is not enough, it is not far away."

Mr. Huang was amused and laughed, "You girl, your mouth is as sweet as honey."
Chapter completed!