Quick Wear: Another day when the villain is paying for it

"roll!"

The men stood up in a panic and tried to open the door.

The wooden door was broken open, and a sword pierced his heart mercilessly, killing him instantly. He didn't even have a chance to make the slightest sound. Only his eyes were wide open, and the fear in his eyes had not yet dissipated.

"Qi Zhe."

A pair of golden boots stepped into the courtyard. The man held a sharp sword in his hand. The blade was stained red with blood. The blood condensed on the blade and dripped down the edge of the sword. He was wearing a moon-white brocade robe without a trace of red. He pointed his sword at Qi Zhe with an indifferent look in his eyes:

"you lose."

A group of guards rushed in from behind, surrounded Qi Zhe and imprisoned him in the center.

Qi Zhe's pair of cold and deep eyes were tinged with a layer of gloom, and the veins on his hands that were holding the handrail were bulging, winding under his pale skin, looking purple and creepy.

"Mo Shiming! It's you again!!!"

"Why are you blocking my way!!!"

Mo Shiming looked at him coldly, as if he was looking at a clown, his eyes were mocking and disdainful, and he just said: "Take him away."

The guards around rushed forward, Qi Zhe pressed down a corner of the wheelchair with a vicious look, and a sharp sword popped out. He gripped the sword tightly and stabbed forward like crazy.

This is just the struggle before death.

Mo Shiming did not move. He just looked down at him as he was stabbed by a weapon, blood gushing out, and he was pinned to the ground by a group of strong guards, unable to resist.

"Puff——" Qi Zhe vomited a large mouthful of blood.

He looked in a disheveled state, but he suddenly burst into laughter when he looked at the arrogant man. His blood-stained mouth looked particularly red under the scorching sun, like a wailing evil ghost, and his scarlet eyes were fixed on the man in front of him.

Mo Shiming frowned.

Ming Yi ordered in a cold voice: "Take him away!"

"Mo Shiming!!" Qi Zhe bit the guard's hand and yelled, with a crazy smile on his face: "You should remember the men who often appear around me, right?"

Seeing the man in front of him with increasingly cold eyes, the smile on his face grew wider, and he said with a victorious attitude:

"Do you know why he's not here? Because I asked him to catch your sweetheart! Hahahahahahahahahaha - I believe that the woman you hold so dear to your heart is probably lying dead on the street right now -"

hiss-

The sword blade scraped across the ground, sparks flashed, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at his forehead, piercing his skin, and blood soaked his eyes.

The sharp words came to an abrupt end, and in the bloody scene, Qi Zhe met a pair of eyes full of murderous intent and bloodthirstiness.

If the hand holding the sword had exerted a little more force, there would be one more corpse on the ground.

"Take him away! Back home!" The man held the sword in his hand, and the words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat. He looked at Qi Zhe as if he was looking at a dead man.

When I saw the girl enjoying the cool under the shade of a tree through the plants in the Imperial Master's Mansion, my heart seemed to finally warm up.

Mingyi threw the tinder onto the haystack, and a raging fire started. Thick black smoke rose up, and under the cover of the thick smoke, the group of people left quietly.

The fire burned the entire villa, covering up the dirty bloodstains and disgusting corpses inside the villa, and all traces disappeared after the fire.

"Sir, the assassin who sneaked into the Imperial Master's Mansion has been caught by my subordinates, but when I was interrogating him, he committed suicide by taking poison."

Mo Shiming nodded coldly and just asked, "Where's Qi Zhe?"

"Qi Zhe has been taken to the dungeon, waiting for the master's orders."