Dressed as a villain's stepmother, I use spiritual springs to raise cubs

The night is vast.

The black-faced man was running around in the city, and Mo Che was chasing after him, but his eyes were fixed on him.

When the black-faced man fled into the dead end for the fourth time, Mo Che landed at the entrance of the alley unhurriedly. Looking at the other person's panting appearance, he felt a dull pain in his chest.

The only remaining Yunhuasan is still causing trouble.

Mo Che's expression was natural, watching the other party bend over almost panting, covering his knees, he said coldly: "You are not from the capital, who sent you here?"

"Not with you..."

"call out--"

The sound of piercing the sky resounded, Mo Che looked sideways, felt the wind behind his back was suddenly tightened, he dodged directly, and the hidden weapon from behind passed close to his shoulder, but went straight towards the black-faced man's brow. go.

Before the black-faced man finished speaking, he fell to the ground.

This hidden weapon didn't come towards me from the beginning...

Mo Che's eyes froze, and he looked back immediately, but he could only see the back of one person.

He hurried to catch up, but smelled a faint strange smell, so he had to turn back to a safe place.

The connector has already put on a human skin mask to hand over to Fang Houde, but unexpectedly, at this time, there are still people watching the black-masked man behind his back, and killing him when he sees the black-masked man exhausted, what is it...

"Bai An..."

Mo Che suddenly realized something, and turned back the same way.

Since the other party is so cautious and cautious in doing things, they even don't hesitate to deal with their subordinates one by one.

They are afraid that they will not fully believe that Fang Houde can solve Mrs. Lin.

As long as the other party used the same two plans as insurance, then what they had to do next was to kill Mrs. Lin to prevent the matter from being revealed.

……

In Mrs. Lin's bedroom.

Xia Bai'an was brought here, and he quickly felt the pulse of Mrs. Lin, and he was relieved after confirming that the poison in Lin Fu's body was extremely slow.

Maybe Fang Houde was worried that if his wife died halfway, she would be discovered by the maids who came to take turns at night, so he deliberately used this kind of poison that would make people die slowly.

But it was convenient for Xia Bai'an.

Behind them, the two maidservants spoke in a hurry: "Madam didn't take anything today, logically speaking, she shouldn't be poisoned, Miss Xia is really right..."

"Wait until Ao Pingchuan comes back to explain this to you. Madam is the pillar of the Lin family now. Don't tell everyone about her poisoning immediately. Press the button and retreat outside the door for now. I'm going to undress her and give her needles. "

Xia Bai'an cast a cold glance at the two young maidservants.

After finishing speaking, she took out the needle pack from the medicine box, shook her hands, and the needles of different sizes immediately glowed coldly.

The two maidservants had no choice but to retreat.

However, Xia Bai'an sent the set of needle packs back into the space with his backhand, then raised his hand, and took out a needle tube and medicine.

If you are in a hurry, acupuncture will naturally not cure the root cause with medicine.

She quickly poured the medicine into Mrs. Lin's neck, but something seemed to lightly knock on the window on her right.

She turned her head and saw a figure appearing outside the window.

"There are thieves!"

She yelled, but there was no response from anyone outside the door.

Oops!

Xia Bai'an was startled, the window on the right was broken suddenly, and the dust accompanied by wood was thrown towards her face, she only had time to pull the curtain of Madam Lin's bed to prevent her from being hurt, and she took a few steps back again and again, her eyes were dazed I can't open it.

Something cold swept across her neck, causing a slight pain.

She staggered a few steps, and her vision regained clarity, when she saw the long knife in the man in black's hand was about to fall.

Xia Bai'an supported the edge of the table with one hand, but flipped the other hand slightly, and the simple long sword fell into her hand.

"clang--"

Swords meet.

The man in black was obviously taken aback by the sudden appearance of the long sword, but Xia Bai'an's arm was numb from the shock. To her, the long sword was not considered bulky, but it was not easy to handle either.

Especially the wounds on her two hands have not healed.

Can't last long.

Xia Bai'an was about to look at the door, but saw that the man in black turned his direction and slashed straight at the bed.

Their goal is Mrs. Lin!

Then she couldn't just run away.

Xia Bai'an gritted his teeth, and swiped the long sword over in a haphazard way.

The man in black dodged twice, unscathed, and even a mocking smile escaped from his mouth.

Xia Bai'an lay panting beside the bed, the long sword in her hand was completely different from the medical knife she used in modern times, it was more bulky, and it was difficult to point the blade at the opponent.

You can't attack, you can only defend.

Xia Bai'an's heart was pounding, and he clenched the long sword in his hand again. The unhealed wound opened again, and a few drops of fresh blood rolled down to the ground.

"Put down your resistance, and I can give you both a good time." The man in black seemed to have lost his temper.

In this narrow space, his long sword is not very easy to use, especially the woman in front of him is holding an extraordinary long sword in her hand, and her skills can be regarded as clever.

He doesn't have so many things to spend with the other party.

Thinking of this, the man in black's offensive became a little more ruthless.

Xia Bai'an could only stop her every time, and this time she also handed out her long sword to catch it, but the man in black suddenly threw away the long sword in his hand, leaned forward, and the other hand caught her hand without any mistakes. wrist.

"Have you figured out how to die?"

"Well--"

Her wrist was almost broken, and the long sword in her hand fell down. The next moment, she was thrown directly onto the table next to her. The candle was knocked down by her, and instantly ignited the bed curtain beside her.

Xia Bai'an was lying on the long table, barely avoiding the flames. When he raised his eyes, he saw the man in black raised the long knife in his hand and pointed it at Mrs. Lin.

"No!" She lunged forward.

The knife in the man in black's hand was still falling steadily.

It’s over.

Xia Bai'an barely touched the man in black with his hand, and watched helplessly as the long knife approached Madam Lin's heart.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and she caught a glimpse of two fallen leaves rolling in through the window from the corner of her eye.

A figure flashed over.

Before Xia Bai'an could see clearly, she rolled off the table and fell to the ground. After a while of dizziness, she heard the sound of her body exploding and hitting the ground, and she raised her head in a daze.

The big face of the black-faced man came into view, and there was no sound.

And his neck was covered in blood and flesh, but the body below him did not know where he was.

A slasher's head.

Xia Bai'an flinched in shock, but someone grabbed her arm suddenly, and she raised her head.

The blazing fire illuminated half of Mo Che's body, and that handsome and unparalleled face was filled with a chill, looking down at the dead body on the ground, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was gentle: "It's okay... "

As his words fell, the body of the man in black who was still standing suddenly fell to the ground.

The tragic scene of decapitation is even more frightening under the firelight.

Xia Bai'an's breathing stopped for a moment, and she was almost pulled up by Mo Che and carried it to her shoulder. When she lowered her head, she could see blood dripping from Mo Che's blade.

This may be the first time she saw Mo Che's complete attack.

Subtle fear clenched Xia Bai'an's heart.

The back of his neck didn't feel cool, and Mo Che didn't turn black.

But when he killed, there was no wave on his face.