Chapter 18 Night Killing Part 8
Mo Yu withdrew his gaze from the window, and looked quietly at Ye Han who stepped into the room with a smile on his face.

Ye Han's words were naturally not addressed to Mo Yu, there was a seventeen or eighteen year old woman standing outside the door.

The woman used a simple hairpin to casually hold her black and beautiful hair. She was wearing an extremely elegant long skirt, her hands were elegantly wrapped around her waist, and she stood outside the door and the door frame to form a graceful lady. ink painting.

After the door opened, the woman didn't step into the room, she stood quietly on the spot, looking down at Luo Wu on the ground.

After a long while, he took a deep breath and cast a cold look at Yehan; "You're right."

Ye Han raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised a half-smile and said: "I said it at the beginning, it's best not to bet with me."

There was a glint of sinisterness in the woman's eyes, and then she smiled: "It's nothing to me if I lose."

His gaze finally fell on Mo Yu's face who was sitting against the wall: "Ye Han is right, you are indeed a good seedling."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyes and bowed slightly to Mo Yu, then turned and left.

After walking two steps, he turned around and looked at Mo Yu with a smile: "My name is Ye Wu."

Hearing the woman's name, Mo Yu's heart moved slightly.

The killer is a very weird organization, and many habits have not changed for thousands of years, just like her.

Of course her surname is not Mo, let alone Yu, but she has almost forgotten her real name in that time and space a long time ago.

Killers are ruthless.

Be it family, friendship, or love.

Therefore, after becoming a killer, basically everyone will forget their names and feelings.

Many organizations often use the same word as their name.

If she guessed correctly, since Yehan and his organization are called Yesha, the most senior killer should be named after Ye. This woman looks like a lady who can blush when she says a word, and her martial arts skills make her also self-conscious. Tan Furu's Ye Han is equally famous.

With a sideways smile on Ye Han's face, he watched the woman disappear at the corner of the corridor, then Shi Shi ran to the table and sat down, opened the red fan in his hand, and slid his fingertips over the butterfly stained red by the ink feather's blood: "If I If it was you, you would kill yourself immediately."

(End of this chapter)

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