After attending the funerals of Weishan and Luo Dabiao, Mo Feifan took Li Dafeng, Fenghua and more than ten brothers back to the "Lu Fang Restaurant" where they stayed.
Mo Feifan stood up and walked to the window sill, looking at the bright full moon outside the window, carefully planning the next step. After the secret issue was resolved, his goal of coming to Qiushui Town was basically completed. At this time, Zhang Rao came to Mo Feifan.
beside.
Zhang Rao had just finished taking a shower. There were still water drops on her hair, and her black hair was combed to perfection. Under the light, her skin looked like a hard-boiled egg with its shell removed.
No one can describe her beauty at this time. This feeling is like the soul-trembling ripples when the first breeze blows through the lake.
She walked in with her head lowered, stood there quietly, quietly raised her eyes, and stared at Mo Feifan.
She didn't even move her fingertips, she just stared quietly with her eyes. A strange change had already occurred in Mo Feifan's heart, and even his body.
There seemed to be an invisible flame in her eyes, burning Mo Feifan's passion.
"What's wrong, are you thinking about something?" Zhang Rao had a faint smile on his face, leaning on Mo Feifan's shoulders. His shoulders were not broad, but they made people feel so solid.
Mo Feifan patted Zhang Rao's hand that was wrapped around him and asked with concern: "Aren't you going to bed?"
Zhang Rao's eyebrows were crescent, and he exhaled softly: "Without you, I can't sleep."
"Haha, this is easy." Mo Feifan took off his windbreaker and hugged Zhang Rao in response.
Zhang Rao let out a scream, and struck him with pink fists like raindrops: "You misunderstood me, I didn't mean that." Zhang Rao was very light, as light as a quilt.
Mo Feifan smiled: "That's what I mean."
Quilt, two people are lying on a brand new quilt. A man and a woman lying on the quilt with clothes on are more awkward than two men lying naked on the quilt. This is the same as taking off their pants and farting.
Mo Feifan and Zhang Rao are not awkward, they are extremely normal.
A quiet night, a brand-new quilt, and a normal man and woman. Any good person with a sense of public morality is not willing to do anything that disfigures the scenery. Liu Xuefeng and Fenghua, who are responsible for Mo Feifan's safety, listened to the warm words in the room.
, and retreated wisely.
The spring breeze blew, and a civet cat jumped on the roof of Mo Feifan's room. No, that was not a civet cat, it was clearly a killer with a knife and strong skills.
Suddenly, a tile on the roof was lifted up, and a man hung upside down like an ape. He raised his hands, and four cold stars shot out, hitting the two people who were shaking like clouds and rain like a torrential rain.
This move is an unexpected and unpredictable killer!
A series of sharp sounds were heard: "Puff, puff, puff". Three of the four flying knives hit Mo Feifan on the back, and another hit the quilt.
Such a distance, such a power, could have penetrated the armor, but it could not penetrate the flesh and blood back and the ordinary quilt. Instead, it was bounced back and scattered all over the ground.
The killer was obviously stunned for a moment, wondering in his mind how could this be possible.
"If you look at something you shouldn't look at, you will get a needle's eye." Mo Feifan's eyes flashed coldly, and he picked up the hatchet beside the bed and waved it.
The killer screamed like a slaughtering pig, covered his bleeding eyes and fell down beside the bed. Mo Feifan casually grabbed a piece of clothing, tied it around his waist, and jumped out of bed erratically.
"Rao'er, put on your clothes." Mo Feifan waved his hatchet and untied the curtain on the bed.
"How can a person with the eye of a needle have the dignity to live in this world?" Mo Feifan raised his knife and stabbed the wailing man through the heart.
Zhang Rao took off her clothes quickly and put on her clothes just as fast. When she was fully clothed and jumped out of bed with bare feet, another killer jumped from the roof.
This person was killed by Zhang Rao. Her lancet dexterously picked out the killer's two eyes: "If you look at something you shouldn't look at, you will get needle eyes."
At this time, the brothers in the inn had heard the noise, and shouts and shouts were everywhere. The first one to rush in was not Fenghua, Liu Xuefeng, or Li Dafeng, but Qian Shuyuan. She kicked open the door with a bang.
, he bumped into Mo Feifan's raised, naked body.
Well, her cold face immediately turned red.
"What happened?" She turned her head away, trying not to look at Mo Feifan... The image seemed to be deliberately against her, lingering in her mind.
Mo Feifan did not notice Qian Shuyuan's uneasiness and quickly asked: "Is Sister Yuan okay?" He was worried that the other brothers had also been plotted by the killer.
Qian Shuyuan shook her head and said in a cold tone: "I'm okay, you... are you okay?"
Mo Feifan: "I'm fine. There may be other killers in the inn. Please inform brothers to be careful."
Qian Shuyuan nodded and immediately exited Mo Feifan's room.
At this time, Li Dafeng, Liu Xuefeng and others also arrived. They saw Li Dafeng wearing large pants, exposing all his fat and a big belly, and rushed in with a knife: "Brother Fan, Brother Fan, are you okay?
He has a big-assed wife, who dares to assassinate Brother Fan?"
He saw the bodies of the two killers on the ground and kicked them several times in hatred.
Mo Feifan frowned deeply and his eyes were cold and stern: "A Feng, take some people to the roof to see if you can find any clues."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
"Xue Feng, take your brothers to the inn to look for any other killers."
"Yes, Brother Fan."
Fenghua walked to the two corpses and removed the masks from their faces. The killers turned out to be two women, two beautiful women.
"Hey, what is this?" Xin Xin Fenghua saw a tattoo faintly exposed under a woman's damaged sleeve. He pulled off the entire sleeve of the female killer, and a small skull pattern appeared in front of everyone. This was a big saying.
It wasn't big, it was quite small. The alert Fenghua pulled off the mask of another female killer, who also had a similar skull on her arm.
Skeleton?! What killer organization uses a skull as its symbol? The Skull Cult! Mo Feifan's eyes suddenly lit up. It's the Skull Cult, it must be the Skull Cult. The Thousand-Faced God is right, the Skull Cult is really here, really.
Here we are. I don’t know why, but Mo Feifan is not afraid, but smiles evilly.
"It's finally here, you're finally here." Mo Feifan murmured.
Fenghua was puzzled: "Brother Fan, what's going on?"
Mo Feifan: "The Skeleton Cult, the confrontation between us and the Skull Cult has begun."
(Ahem, the temperature difference between morning and evening is very big during this period. I have a bad cold, and I use nearly half a roll of paper towels every day. Brothers and sisters, please don’t take good care of your body like the killer whales. Ahem, I’d like to ask for my sick number by the way.
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