100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

Mo Jue maintained his usual virtue of silence being golden, and his eyes fell heavily on Ye Wei. For some reason, his brows were slightly frowned, seemingly unhappy. If Ye Wei was not mistaken, the man's purple eyes were indeed glaring rapidly. After a touch of anger, it seems to be a human illusion.

Random eyes swept her from top to bottom, and she frowned more tightly, her thin lips pursed into a straight line. Even though Ye Wei had warned herself not to care about or speculate on his emotions, she could still clearly feel Mo Jue's anger.

Why?

This person has always been cold-blooded and rarely has mood swings. Is it an honor for her to make him angry time and time again? Ye Wei laughed at herself, but took a few steps back calmly. The woman in black seemed to be surprised, but was stopped by Eleven and looked at them in surprise.

Mo Jue's arrival was already an accident, and the other person was even more of an accident. He was half a head shorter than Mo Jue, with a lean build. He wore a half-silver mask with a cold light, covering most of his face. There is a mystery that makes people want to pry into it, and it also reveals the coldness of a killer, and it is a kind of restrained coldness. This is very different from the sharp-edged silver face that Ye Wei and Eleven saw two years ago. .

"Mo Jue, what are you doing here?" Eleven asked coldly. The situation was not good for the two of them. It was difficult for outsiders to get involved in the delicate atmosphere between Ye Wei and Mo Jue. She would always have some sympathy for Mo Jue. , although she had been unwilling to admit it, Mo Jue had always been cruel to her, but at least he would not kill Weiwei. Eleven quickly made a judgment, and she would definitely fight Yin Mian.

And this woman... his eyes swept over her, Eleven thought deeply. There was a sneer and ridicule in the eyes of the woman in black, and she was sullen.

"Keep that painting!" Mo Jue said coldly, pointing directly at the painting behind Eleven. His whole body almost blended into this weird secret room, while Yin Mian stood beside him, cold and cold. His eyes kept scanning the eleventh good Ye Wei, without any emotion, as if Mo Jue gave an order and he would pounce on him mercilessly and tear his prey to pieces.

"Why are there so many people snatching this painting?" Ye Wei raised her eyebrows. Even if it is a famous painting, it shouldn't be so popular. There are many priceless paintings here, including ones more valuable than this one. Why are they all so obsessed with this painting? ?

Someone deliberately found a few passers-by to compete for this painting? Why? Kill someone with a borrowed knife? Ye Wei's mind was spinning rapidly, but she couldn't think of a reason. This painting would definitely not be handed over.

"This is the only missing piece of the mafia's collection of cultural relics." Mo Jue said briefly, curling his lips coldly, "I received news that someone paid for this painting, but I didn't expect it to be you."

"Beauty Mo Jue, you don't have enough money to end up smuggling cultural relics? Boss Mo is so unkind, why does he let you do this every time?" Ye Wei smiled very coquettishly, especially the charm in her gestures. It's fascinating. It's obviously the same mask as Eleven, but it still has some charm. It's elegant and romantic, very charming. "London, this is our territory. Even if you rob this painting, whether it can be transported across the border is still a question."

"You don't need to worry!" Mo Jue narrowed his eyes and said word by word, "Give me the painting!"

Imperative sentences.

Eleven and Ye Wei looked at each other. Eleven let go of the woman and asked in a deep voice, "Whose side are you on?"

The woman smiled coldly. Seeing this, Eleven raised his hand and knocked her unconscious. She fell softly to the side. Seeing her smile, she didn't need to ask her which side she was on. She might be attacked from both sides if she was left here. No more She simply did.

Eleven said, "How about we decide the outcome in one round?"

"You tell me the rules." Mo Jue was unusually easy to talk to. Although he was talking to Eleven, his eyes stayed on Ye Wei. Ye Wei didn't look directly at him, pretending she couldn't see him, but she was curious about Yin Mian.

I wonder how his skills will be in two years?

Eleven said calmly, "You and Yin Mian, you and I can fight each other at will. It doesn't matter whether we live or die. Whoever gets down will lose and there will be no regrets."

"Humph, do you think you can win by chance if you fight alone?" Yin Mian's voice was hoarse like an old man's. What was different from his restrained voice was that his voice was very sharp and full of contempt and disdain.

It seems that he has firmly occupied the top spot as the number one killer.

"Confidence is a good thing, but it may not be accurate." Eleven said coldly and asked Mo Jue, "Mo Jue, how are you?"

Mo Jue also snorted coldly, with an extremely cruel expression, and his eyes had no warmth at all, "Why should I hold such an unfair competition with you, just because she is injured?"

He pointed directly at Ye Wei, precisely pointing at her left hand. Ye Wei's face changed slightly, and her aura was extremely stable. She had covered it up very well, and she didn't want to escape Mo Jue's eyes.

The woman's strength was too strong, just like a man's. She had just judged the mistake and faced her head-on. Her whole arm was numb and the pain was constant. Her muscles and bones must have been injured.

The pain was excruciating when she moved, and she tried her best to hold it back.

She, who was still intact, was already one point behind Mo Jue. With one of her arms disabled, it would be even harder for her to win.

"I think this is the best way we can think of, what do you think?" Eleven doesn't smile often, and this smile is quite meaningful. Looking at Mo Jue with a silver face, Ye Wei smiled lightly and said nothing. .

Mo Jue snorted coldly, "Yinmian, get that painting."

"yes!"

Eleven reached out to untie the painting, threw it to Ye Wei, and said coldly, "If you beat me, the painting will naturally be yours."

As soon as the painting was handed over to Ye Wei, Eleven and Yinmian attacked each other almost at the same time. Yinmian had been waiting for this opportunity for two years and couldn't wait for it. As soon as he took action, a strong cold wind swept up.

Eleven is best at close-quarters combat, and Yinmian is best at close-quarters combat. The two of them fought together very well. Ye Wei quickly stepped aside and glanced at Mo Jue without saying anything. She concentrated on watching Eleven and The deprivation of silver.

There was no difference in speed and strength between the two of them. You punched me and kicked me, and they even made use of the limited space to fly over the walls. The fight was fierce and inextricable. Unfortunately, a lot of the cultural relics in the secret room were destroyed.

Ye Wei was secretly frightened, Yin Mian had improved too quickly, and the way he used his moves was not at the same level as two years ago.

After thirty moves, Eleven was hit by him so that his steps were a bit messed up. Fortunately, relying on his rich experience in on-the-spot reactions, it didn't seem too abrupt. However...

"Are you scared?" Mo Jue whispered. Ye Wei didn't respond and concentrated on watching the moves between Eleven and Yin Mian. She felt that this move was a bit familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before.

She must have seen it before. Whether it was the palm skills or the footwork, everything looked familiar to her. Cold sweat broke out on Ye Wei's back. Yin Mian seemed to have seen through Eleven's moves and could always meet her accurately before she made any moves. The next move is a good one, giving Eleven a fatal blow in the gap.

When masters fight, their moves are deadly and as fast as lightning. They are not as clear as spectators. They think too much about who is fighting and rely only on intuition and experience to win.

Ye Wei frowned, "Eleven, mix it up, don't be the same as before."

Eleven understood what was going on as soon as she heard it. She immediately changed her moves while she was turning over, abandoning her usual habits. Yinmian was overwhelmed and received several punches from Eleven.

After a few minutes, the situation was evenly matched again, but the silver side was obviously slightly better.

Mo Jue's eyes darkened, and he suddenly held Ye Wei's injured arm. A dull pain came from the injured arm, as if a steel knife had hit the bone. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, he just pinched her. The one that hurt the most.

Ye Wei gritted her teeth in pain and turned her head to glare at him.

Mo Jue didn't care and sneered, "You're a true gentleman who watches chess without speaking, you'd better shut up!"

"Beauty Mo Jue, if you want to molest your slave, tell me directly. Don't make such a frustrating excuse." Ye Wei smiled charmingly and simply moved closer to him, snuggling into his arms, which just reduced the strain on her arm.

This man didn't care about her wounds at all. If he pulled her down again, her left arm would probably not heal for a month.

Mo Jue looked at her coldly, with deep purple eyes, "Why, you can't even defeat a female killer?"

Ye Wei smiled without any scruples. She knew that Mo Jue was ridiculing her. It was undeniable that she did have an overbearing confidence when she fought with the woman in black. She was so sure that she made a mistake in her judgment at that moment. causing serious injury to the arm.

She brought it upon herself, who made her too confident.

"The Nu family and Eleven have dominated the situation for nearly ten years. It's time to give way to the next group of people. We can't leave the newcomers in a situation where they can't perform at all." Ye Wei said jokingly. The woman in black is indeed good at skills, but overall There is still a bit of a gap between her and her level. The only thing that makes her win is that she is too strong, and she will definitely be hurt if she encounters someone head-on.

Mo Jue's face was cold, "I'm afraid your position as the number one killer is no longer guaranteed."

He pointed at Yin Mian, and Ye Wei knew that Mo Jue was telling the truth. Yin Mian's skills were already superior to hers and Shi Yi's. They were no match for him in a single fight. It was only a matter of time before they lost.

But how could she be stupid enough to fight with him alone? She and Eleven had always been one.

"If he kills me, he will naturally be the number one killer. Before I died, he was dreaming! Of course, beauty Mo Jue, you don't care about the life and death of the slave family." Ye Wei smiled softly.

He was about to let go, but he suddenly increased the intensity. The pain in his arm was unbearable. The pain caused Ye Wei's stomach to spasm, and the pain nerves seemed to be torn apart.

it hurts!

She was very tolerant. Even so, she didn't even blink. She looked at Mo Jue stubbornly, but his strength became stronger and stronger. He knew that as long as he was stronger and pulled harder, her My arm will never get better in this life.

If one arm is gone, is Ye Wei still Ye Wei?

Is Ye Wei still the same person with her wings broken? He was a little unsure, his eyes became increasingly gloomy, and those purple eyes were as dark as water, as cruel as a devil.

If he was even an inch crueler, he would completely destroy her.

There were more and more beads of sweat on Ye Wei's forehead, and her smile became more and more charming. She seemed to see through Mo Jue's thoughts, and she didn't know the joy or sorrow in her heart. She sneered, "Unless you are sure to kill me, otherwise, you can chop me down." With my arm, Bai Ye can still connect other people's arms, and I can still move freely."

Ye Wei regretted it as soon as she said it. Damn it, Ye Wei, you are such a genius. You clearly meant that is not what you wanted to say, but you didn't mean what you said. Mo Jue was so angry that he seemed annoyed and hated, "You think I don't dare ?”

"No, why don't you dare?" Ye Wei said with a smile, not caring about the severe pain in her hands, and looked at Eleven and Yinmian again.

"No, why don't you dare?" Ye Wei said with a smile, not caring about the severe pain in her hands. Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the silver-faced fist hit the lion statue, directly cracking the lion's head. The small stone fell down and made a commotion. Ye Wei was frightened. Could it be that everyone she met today had eaten spinach?

Her eyes turned to Eleven and Yinmian again, ignoring Mo Jue, and even ignored the waves of warmth coming from this man's arms.

"Weiwei, sometimes, I want to strangle you to death." Mo Jue suddenly spoke, his voice harsh and cold.

Ye Wei smiled lightly, "Let's talk to each other!"

After killing each other, they are the same again. No one will worry about the other, and no one will embarrass the other. Isn't this great? Mo Jue, do you think you are the only one who thinks so?

In the blink of an eye, the figures of Shiyi and Yinmian had turned to the center. In order to see clearly, she pushed Mo Jue away and walked towards them slowly. Mo Jue looked at her handsome back with a sinister look, feeling that the anger in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.

She was very worried about Eleven. Yin Mian only had a few wounds on his chest, which were not painful or itchy, but Eleven's speed was obviously slowing down. She was worried, and Eleven also knew that delaying it any longer would not be good for her.

When Yinmen flew up, he shot out silver needles. Yinmen dodged two needles but couldn't dodge the third one. But almost at the same time, Eleven was also scratched on the arm by one of his knife.

Blood dripped out, Eleven frowned. The silver face shot accurately hit the acupuncture point on his arm. His entire arm was numb, but a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "You lose, the blade is poisonous."

Eleven smiled arrogantly and spread her five claws upward. She had no intention of telling him that she had a body that was invulnerable to all poisons.

Yin Mian didn't seem to expect why he didn't respond, and he had to fight with Eleven again. Ye Wei was finally relieved. He couldn't move one arm, and his lethality had been reduced by three points.

Yin Mian was clearly at a disadvantage at this time, and when he dodged Eleven's kick, he flew up, grabbed the scepter of the Holy Goddess Statue in one hand, and attacked Eleven flexibly with his scream. This action was extremely difficult, and his fingers suddenly drew Pass the luminous pearl on the scepter.

Ye Wei suddenly felt her center of gravity suddenly drop. The two floors where she was standing were suddenly empty, and her whole body fell down.

Mo Jue was shocked and rushed towards him like a cheetah, "Weiwei..."

He only had time to grab Ye Wei's sleeve, but was unable to grab her arm. Mo Jue's expression changed drastically and he jumped down without hesitation.

The floor suddenly closed, and Eleven was shocked...