After comforting Qin Ye, Xia Qing, who was sitting by the coffee table, wrote a reply letter to Sister Butterfly, and then tied it to the leg of the pigeon that belonged to him. After coming outside the wooden house, Xia Qing repeatedly urged .

"Don't be lazy this time, deliver it to me within two days, you understand!"

"Cuckoo, cuckoo, no problem! No problem! I will arrive in two days, I will definitely not be cuckoo!!!"

The pigeon shook his head vigorously, and replied affirmatively to Xia Qing.

Afterwards, the pigeon flapped its snow-white wings and soared to the bottom of [Peach Mountain].

"..."

Even after repeated warnings, Xia Qing still felt a little uneasy. After all, his "crow" was a pigeon, who knew if it would have the attributes of a post-modern pigeon.

And, this is no ordinary pigeon.

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That night.

In the center of the city, strings of beautiful colored lights outline the outlines of high-rise buildings with more than three floors. The neon lights above the buildings are shining, all kinds of lights, like countless colorful trains in motion.

The shop windows and buildings are also decorated with lights of different colors, some like flowers and some like colored balls.

On the street, one or two cars can occasionally be seen, which are the cars that wealthy people in this era can afford.

Slowly moving forward on the road, the bustling crowd kept looking back and forth at the passing vehicles with envious eyes.

"Ah, the evil rich man!"

"Keep your voice down, let them hear you can't afford to walk around."

"Ha, isn't it a bit of money, what are you being arrogant about, look at the dead face of the guy who got out of the car, do you still want to hit me?"

The passer-by laughed arrogantly.

"Don't you know? In this city, people who can afford to drive are basically related to officials."

"Varied----"

At this time, the man in black suit came out from the back seat of the car, raised his hand and touched his hat, his red eyes flashed coldly, and he glanced at the passerby who spoke wildly.

Then he went around to the other side and opened the door.

After picking up the woman holding the child, he said with a smile.

"Sorry, I have something to deal with, you go and wait for me first."

At this moment, the little girl in the arms of the woman in a foreign dress spoke with some reluctance.

"Isn't Dad coming?"

"Well, I still have meetings at work."

The beautiful woman also spoke at this moment.

"husband……"

The man nodded his hat and said with a gentle smile.

"Sorry sorry, don't worry, I'll be back soon."

After appeasing the two of them, Oni Wu Tsuji turned around and walked away, and walked into the dark alley behind the corner.

"Tsk... Has there been a newcomer to the Ghost Killing Squad? This time it seems to be much stronger than the previous batch."

However, to me, they were just ants. To deal with these ants, let Twelve Ghost Moon deal with them.

At this time, a rough and frantic voice that did not conceal its hostility came from behind.

"Hey, boy, you were the one who glared at me just now, right!?"

Oni Wu Tsuji turned around and glanced at the man.

"In that case, I'm really sorry, I just want to see who has such courage."

"Huh? Are you apologizing to me!?"

The man less than 1.7 meters tall stepped forward and grabbed the man in the black suit by the collar.

"You bastard!!"

"The clothes are messed up."

He looked at his expensive suit blankly.

This kind of defiant attitude caused the mentality of passers-by to explode in an instant.

"Hey, your clothes are really tasteful. It's really annoying. You even have a pale face. Now you look like you're dead——"

"You said... I will die...?"

In the eyes of the man, the red eyes of the man in the black suit who was grabbed by him widened to the limit in an instant, and the fierce red light and bloodshot eyes were clearly visible.

Boom————! ! !

"Ugh!!"

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