Chapter 58: Stalking? Silver Moon!

  Looking at the man in front of her who was like a demon, Kumori Blue instantly drew out her long whip and cracked it loudly on the ground.

  She narrowed her phoenix eyes. As soon as she got on the plane, someone was staring at her. It seemed that her intuition was right, it was those green pupils "You're following me!"

  The tone of inquiry was merciless.

  Yin Shuo shrugged and put his hands in his pockets, looking like nothing was wrong.

  "Say, why are you following me!" The hand gripped the long whip tightly. Yin Shuo Yue, this person was neither enemy nor friend, making one guard against him in vain.

  "You're quite capable, I was following you and you still noticed." Yin Shuo Yue said with a mischievous tone, his gaze shifting to the coral-colored long whip on Jiu Mei Luo Lan's waist. He eyed the whip, then lifted his head again, "Let's take a stroll."

  Take a walk? Use the words to coax a three-year-old girl to coax her generation's master? From Japan to China, what is his purpose, this question really makes Jiumei Luolan puzzled. "Do you think your life is worth any money?" The voice was cold to the bottom of the valley.

  "My life? I'll give it to you... You dare to want it?" A sly smile played on the corner of his mouth.

  "You don't want to say, I won't force you, but if you follow me again. Do you dare?" With narrowed phoenix eyes, Jiumei Luolan smiled, her smile was so cold that it made people's hearts chill. Under that icy smile, a hint of demonic aura was revealed.

  She wore a duck tongue hat, and Yin Xiao Yue couldn't see her face, but under the cold moonlight, he could only see that cold, magical smile.

  Jiūměi lán turned around and continued to prepare to move forward. However, she found that the pair of eyes behind her were still staring at her. "What's your purpose!" She asked even more directly. She hated being monitored and followed.

  ".................." No answer at all.

  Jiū Měi Luò Lán didn't respond, instead taking out a pair of white sandy-colored thin gloves and slowly putting them on his hands. He suddenly stood in front of the Qing Long Gang's main hall entrance.

  "Who are you?" a quick-reacting one of the nine beautiful women in blue asked loudly.

  Jiūměi lán placed her index finger on her lips. "You are suited for a quiet departure." As soon as she finished speaking, she took the initiative to attack, swinging her long whip with a crackling sound. One person's neck twisted, their pupils dilated extremely wide, and their body fell to the ground.

  The other three people were stunned in an instant, and that moment came too quickly, so fast that they hadn't even seen how the person died.

  Jiūměi Luò Lán didn't have much time to waste with them, quickly flashing in front of one person and slapping the back of their neck. Her eyes glanced sideways as she lifted her leg from behind and directly kicked the little brother who was trying to attack her from behind.

  One dead, two unconscious, and one left. His legs kept trembling non-stop.

  "Help...!" He wanted to cry out for help.

  It may be too late, Jiuyi Luolan's hand had already cut off his neck at some point. "Are you afraid of death?"

  That person kept nodding frantically, deeply afraid that in the blink of an eye this terrifying woman would no longer see him nodding.

  "Did Zhang Debiao bring people back to the Qinglong gang? Where are those few people from the Soul Devouring Gang who were selling drugs?" Jiūměi Luòlán's voice was very small, because she knew that not far away, those eyes had never left.

  Nodding, shaking head, nodding, shaking head. Nodding, shaking head.

  "Speak quickly!" The fingers tightened. The veins on the man's neck bulged out.

  "Cough, well... That... He... They... Died early on, cough. Dead!"