As the blue-faced fox spoke, he suddenly swung the flute he was holding, and a sword beam shot out, heading straight for the deadly attack on the roof.

Seeing the sword light, Mo Lan was stunned. Staring at the bamboo flute held by the green-faced fox, she understood.

She knew it; the weapon this person was carrying was too flashy. It turned out to be a hidden green bamboo soft sword.

Lost in thought, the two big shots shunned their underlings and began to fight each other. Their fighting style and moves were far more exciting than the melee below.

Through the window, Mo Lan watched the two groups fight, feeling no burden at all; she was simply a spectator.

It must be said that the people of the Absolute Kill Pavilion are indeed well-trained. Those assassins seem to be unaware of pain. Even if they are injured, as long as they don't fall down, they will keep fighting.

Mo Lan admired this greatly and couldn't help but think of the forty special forces soldiers she had trained.

Compared to these people, they are far inferior.

It seems that someone with a ruthless mind must have been able to train these people into living dead; otherwise, an ordinary person couldn't have done it.

Just as Mo Lan was sighing, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew past her ears, and instinctively, Mo Lan leaned back again.

Swoosh~

A black feathered arrow grazed Mo Lan's face and embedded itself in the opposite wall.

Holy crap, who's been so nosy?

Mo Lan blinked, staring at the arrow embedded more than an inch into the wall. Her forehead throbbed twice involuntarily. Her gaze swept directly to the backyard, finally locking onto the two big shots fighting on the roof.

In a duel between masters, can they even use hidden weapons?

So tasteless?

If she hadn't dodged quickly, her head would have been cracked open!

Mo Lan stared at Juesha Yi, her eyes narrowing slightly. She silently pulled out her crossbow and secretly aimed at the target.

Moving targets are the hardest to hit, but for Mo Lan, they're no different from hitting a frisbee.

Silently watching their fleeting figures, Mo Lan pursed her lips, seized the opportunity, and with a whoosh, the crossbow bolt flew from her hand.

It was aimed straight at the opponent's throat!

Pfft~

With a muffled groan, Juesha paused, then fell off the roof and crashed to the ground.

It twitched twice, then stopped moving.

The blue-faced fox paused for a moment, then glanced again at the half-open back window in front of it. Apart from that fleeting figure, there was nothing else.

Qin Su landed lightly on the ground, watching as Jue Sha Yi was pierced through the throat with a single sword strike. The technique was skillful and experienced, clearly indicating that he was no ordinary guest.

Staring at the small crossbow bolt, Qin Su reached out and pulled it out. With a jet of blood, the man's wound was clearly visible.

Looking at the familiar wound, Qin Su pursed his lips and turned his gaze back to the back window on the second floor. This time, his eyes were no longer sharp, except for the probing look.

Although the other party is neither friend nor foe, at least they have already sided with him.

After the crossbow bolt was fired, Mo Lan was stunned for a moment.

Was she really too impulsive just now?

Now that's good, this arrow has ended the battle.

In her frustration, Mo Lan looked out the window again, and by sheer coincidence, her eyes met those of the blue-faced fox.

Even at night, Mo Lan could still see the undisguised probing in those cold eyes.

Oh no, I was exposed.

She used to lecture Hua Bao not to be too curious, but now it's her turn, and she's really getting her just desserts.

What kind of fight are you watching in the middle of the night?

Is that better now?

Mo Lan inwardly cursed her idiotic behavior from head to toe, but fortunately, her expression remained calm and unchanged.