Star Dome Railway: Give the man you love a home

Chapter 613 Pepper Hill x Original Heroine 23

"Yes, sir, how dare I deceive you." Ruan Yan stood up while packing her things.

The night sky seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, making it even more hazy and gray.

In the second half of the night, the originally bustling streets gradually became quiet, people dispersed one after another, and the number of pedestrians on the streets became sparse.

Ruan Yan walked quietly side by side with Jiao Qiu, keeping a subtle distance between them. The air around them was slightly cool, making people feel a little chilly.

Was this coolness brought by the night wind, or was it from some other unknown factor, or was it the special aura emanating from someone? For a moment, it was difficult to tell.

"Sir, let's walk faster." Ruan Yan's intuition told her what might happen next, and she couldn't help but speak to Jiao Qiu next to her.

"That's right, young lady." Jiao Qiu glanced at Ruan Yan, responded with a smile, and quickened his pace with Ruan Yan.

After returning to the mansion, Ruan Yan and Jiao Qiu said good night and went back to their room to rest. Ruan Yan sat in front of the mirror. Her hand, which was about to return to her original appearance before the disguise, stopped when she felt the slight coolness in the air.

Ruan Yan could sense this feeling, a feeling of being watched by a hunter. She had always felt this way every time her master Mo Ze came to see her.

You have to know that her master Mo Ze is an excellent shadow guard. Once he has a target, he may appear in any hiding place.

Mo Ze's methods of stabbing people are very diverse and sophisticated. If an ordinary person encounters Mo Ze, that person had better pray that he is not Mo Ze's target.

Ruan Yan wanted to take a look around but didn't dare to. She pretended to play with her hair for a while. When she didn't hear any special noise, she got up and walked directly to the bed, took off her coat, and lay down on the bed in her inner clothes. However, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Here, after Jiao Qiu and Ruan Yan parted, Jiao Qiu did not go back to his room directly, but stood in front of the pavilion on the second floor, looking at Ruan Yan's room in the distance.

"I revealed some flaws on purpose, and she sensed me." Mo Ze Shen appeared next to Jiao Qiu with a beautiful spin without anyone noticing. His expression was still as cold as before, and he hid the emotions in his eyes very well.

"Are you going to test her next?" Jiao Qiu opened his folding fan with a snap and waved it elegantly, as if he was not at all surprised by the appearance of Mo Ze.

Mo Ze hummed coldly, returned to the room, took out a dagger from Jiao Qiu's room, and walked out again.

"Don't scare her." Jiao Qiu watched Mo Ze fly down with a dagger in his hand. Even though he knew Ruan Yan would not be scared, he still reminded her with a smile.

In the room, Ruan Yan couldn't sleep, and suddenly heard the sound of wind breaking in the air.

When Ruan Yan opened her eyes again, she saw a dagger stuck squarely into the wooden railing in front of her bed. According to the direction, Ruan Yan could see that the dagger came directly from the window in the distance.

Ruan Yan pretended to be frightened, wrapped herself in a quilt, and stared at the scene around her in fear.

Mo Ze suddenly appeared in the room, walked forward with a dagger in his hand, and was about to stab Ruan Yan directly in the neck, while quietly observing Ruan Yan's reaction to danger.

Ruan Yan opened her eyes wide in fear, acting as if she was petrified. She strongly suppressed the urge to hide, her body trembled uncontrollably, and cold sweat seemed to appear on her forehead.

"Pick it up and fight me." Mo Ze glanced at Ruan Yan and spoke coldly.

Appearance, body shape, language, expression and movements can all be disguised and changed artificially. The only thing that remains unchanged is the body's instinctive memory.

The dagger is the only weapon that Ruan Yan knows how to use, and the body's instinctive memory of using the weapon cannot be erased.