Chapter 19 Night Killing Part 9
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."

"because of her?"

Mo Yu resisted the dizziness from the injury, and stared at Ye Han intently.

Although the tone of the sentence that asked her to commit suicide was obviously joking, what Ye Han said was definitely not a joke. The first look that Ye Wu gave her just now was full of hatred.

Ye Han raised his eyebrows high, then smiled and asked leisurely, "Do you know who the people on the ground belong to her?"

Mo Yu didn't even look at it, and sighed lightly: "If I'm not wrong, they should be sisters."

He had some doubts in his heart, but after Ye Han broke through, he suddenly became clear.

Luo Wu's beautiful face is at least [-]% similar to Ye Wu.

"Since you understand, you must know what I mean, right?"

Ye Han pursed his lips into a smile, and suddenly closed the fan in his hand, staring at Mo Yu and said in a deep voice; "Ye Wuwei has always been ruthless, even if there is something between the same sect, he is merciless when dealing with it, but he loves her little sister. Plus."

"Oh?"

Mo Yu raised her eyebrows, looked down at the lifeless Luo Wu, and chuckled softly: "In that case, she should take care of her younger sister, and don't let her come out and kill people easily."

Ye Han frowned: "She doesn't want to either, but this is a family rule, let alone her sister, even her son must come and kill you, or else, she will kill herself."

Hearing Ye Han's words, Mo Yu immediately thought of the wife Luo Wu had mentioned when she helped her apply the medicine.

Is it the madam who made the family rules?
Mo Yu changed his mind, but the expression on his face remained the same, and he didn't even ask Ye Han what kind of family rules he had.

Ye Han has the right to decide whether to say it or not, not her.

"Night Kill, there are five floors."

Yehan curled his lips into a smile, flicked the jade bone of the red fan with his slender fingers.

Between the flicks of the fingers, there is rhythm and rhythm, crisp and lingering, and the fingertips and fan bones tapped out a rhythm that makes people feel relaxed and happy.

(End of this chapter)

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