Qingyao pushed open the door. The light in the room was dim and soft, shining on Lan Yuan's cold face with a hint of surprise. She moved lightly and stepped into the room. The door behind her closed quietly with a slight "click", as if isolating herself from all the disturbances from the outside world.
"A Yuan, here I come. Are you ready for me to test your progress?" Qing Yao said jokingly, but her eyes were fixed on Lan Yuan, not missing any change in his expression.
The air in the office seemed to freeze instantly, only her clear voice echoed in the silence, carrying endless provocation and teasing.
Lan Yuan's gaze, like an ice knife from the depths of a cold pond, pierced Qing Yao directly. The surging murderous intent in his eyes flowed freely, unconcealed. He parted his thin lips and uttered a few cold words, "Really? Kill her." His voice was quiet, but it carried a biting chill, instantly dropping the temperature in the entire office to freezing point.
At this moment, the killer who had been hiding behind the cabinet like a ghost in the dark night received the order and pounced out as fast as a cheetah.
They were dressed in black, with masks covering their faces, revealing only a pair of cold and ruthless eyes. The sharp blades in their hands gleamed with cold light, reflecting the breath of death. They rushed towards Qingyao, their steps light but with a chilling murderous aura.
The air in the room seemed to be frozen by this murderous intent, but Qingyao just raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at everything around her calmly.
Seeing the killers rushing towards her like wolves, Qingyao leaped lightly and dodged the frontal attack like a swallow skimming the water.
Her sleeves drew a graceful arc in the air before landing steadily on the ground. Immediately afterwards, assassins attacked from all sides, their sharp blades flashing coldly and slicing through the air with a hissing sound.
Qingyao was not in a hurry. She was agile and moved like a ghost among the flashes of swords and sabers. Sometimes she dodged the stabbing dagger sideways, and sometimes she kicked away the approaching enemy with a light tap of her toes. Her hands were like snakes, accurately grasping the killer's wrist. With a little force, the sound of bones being dislocated was heard.
As the battle continued, Qingyao's eyes became colder and her attacks became more decisive. She suddenly took off into the air, spun around in the air, and swept out with her long legs like a whip. Wherever she went, the killers were repelled.
After landing, she seized the opportunity and snatched a sharp blade with lightning speed. The cold light flashed and blood splattered.
Qingyao moved as if she was in an empty space. Every move she made was clean and neat, and every move was deadly. A moment later, the killers fell to the ground in a mess. The floor of the office was stained with blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Qingyao stood in the mess, her hair a little messy, but it did not detract from her cold and confident aura. She slowly raised her head and locked her eyes on Lan Yuan again, as if to say, is that it?
Lan Yuan stared at the bloody scene in front of him with a gloomy expression. The anger in his heart was like a burning flame, almost devouring his sanity.
He didn't expect Qingyao to so easily dissolve his carefully arranged killer lineup. This was undoubtedly a huge humiliation for him.
"Bitch, don't be too proud!" Lan Yuan roared with gritted teeth, his hands clenched into fists and his body trembling slightly.
At this moment, the bloody smell in the office became stronger and stronger, and the lights became dimmer in this tense atmosphere, as if they would go out at any time.
Qingyao just gently patted the non-existent dust on her clothes, with a sarcastic arc on her lips, "Ayuan, you want to stop me with just these people? You don't seem to understand my strength." As she spoke, she slowly walked towards Lanyuan. Every step seemed to step on Lanyuan's heart, making his anger and anxiety continue to rise.
Lan Yuan's eyes were wide open as he suddenly pulled out a hidden pistol from behind his desk. The pistol flashed a cold light under the light. He said no more and shot directly at Qingyao, as if to shoot Qingyao through the heart. Seeing this, Qingyao's eyes were slightly stern, and she dodged the swift blow sideways. At the same time, she reached out and quickly grabbed Lan Yuan's wrist, trying to take away his pistol.
The two men instantly engaged in a more intense close combat. Their figures intertwined in the dim light, and the sounds of breathing and clothing rubbing against each other were clearly audible in the silent and bloody office.
Lan Yuan struggled hard, but still couldn't break free from Qingyao's control and was once again firmly held by her. A trace of impatience flashed across Qingyao's delicate face. She raised her eyebrows slightly, and her voice was cold and teasing: "You are so naughty!" After that, she raised her hand and gently patted Lan Yuan's peerless face.
Her fingertips, with a hint of coolness, touched Lan Yuan's hot cheeks, and each touch was like a heavy blow on his proud heart.
Lan Yuan's eyes were filled with anger and humiliation as he stared at Qingyao, his chest heaving violently, but he could not move under her restraints.
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