923: C923 Killing Intent in the Middle of the Night!

C923 Killing Intent in the Middle of the Night!

It was a tall and straight figure wearing a black trench coat. Under the cover of the night sky, the wide trench coat looked like a pair of winged nighthawks, whistling through the sky above the city.

It perfectly merged with the night sky that could not be seen with five fingers.

No matter if it was the busy day, the city's white-collar workers who just got off work, or the tourists in twos and threes, no one noticed the astonishing figure speeding past above their heads.

Only Old Master Ping, who was sitting in an old private car!

Not only was this figure clearly reflected in his muddy eyes, even the mottled Genuine Qi in his Qi points was seen through by the old man at a glance!

"What a powerful True Essence ! This strength absolutely surpassed Celestial Being Stage! Could it be... it's a Demigod!?"

The old man who was cursing suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the expression on his face became serious. He was like a lion that was about to awaken. A terrifying force gradually awakened within his body.

However, it was unknown what he thought of. The old man's eyes narrowed. However, when the power that was about to awaken was suppressed, he revealed a playful expression as he muttered to himself:

"Miss and I have clearly just returned from the Wu State. In the Huaxia Ground, other than that old man, no one else would be able to detect my whereabouts. In that case, this guy shouldn't be here for me. "

The old man twirled his white beard as he spoke. His eyes fell upon the back of the figure that was flying across the sky above the city, and he frowned slightly.

"Strange, why do I have an inexplicable sense of familiarity? How is it possible that he has the aura of a vampire and a Heavenly Master Tao on him at the same time?"

The old man's doubts became deeper and deeper. After a moment of hesitation, he took out his phone and called his young lady, informing her to return later.

He parked the car by the side of the road and lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his foot. It was as if he had cast a spell, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the night sky!

Flying in the air!

This is, Martial Arts Legend!

This ordinary old man who had been taking care of Yin Qingxue all this time, his true identity was actually a Martial Arts Legend who was hiding in the mortal world!

Then, what was the true identity of this undying lover of Meng Ran's in his past life?

Since Sovereign Martial Arts Legend was by her side, then why did Yin Qingxue perish in her previous life?

Time flowed. A thousand years was just a snap of a finger. The lover Immortal Sovereign Tairan had been painstakingly searching for in his previous life, could he escape from the Great Tribulation of Life in this life?

...

In late autumn, the clouds were clear and the sky was high. In the night sky, the Jinghua City was filled with Ni. Rainbow, paper drunk and gold intoxicated.

The First People's Hospital of Beijing, located at the edge of the Golden Lake District, was also brightly lit. As the best tertiary grade A hospital in Jinghua City with the best medical conditions, its security was also the best in the entire city.

It was said that half a year ago, a group of local ruffians and hooligans came to the hospital to cause trouble, but they couldn't even enter the door of the hospital because the hospital's security personnel were all retired military police.

This was also why after President Nie discovered Liusheng Piaoxue's tracks, he did not call the police. Instead, he was confident that he could protect the important criminals without any worries.

Once the Jiangnan Military Region's envoy arrived, it would be a great contribution to Nie Qian Li.

The light was still on in Liusheng Piaoxue's intensive care ward. The two security guards at the door stood shoulder to shoulder, their backs as straight as steel spears.

As expected of a military policeman who retired from the military. Even after he became a security guard, the iron-blooded feeling on his body did not change at all.

It was late at night. Occasionally, a few whispers could be heard from the corridor of the hospital. At that moment, a clear sound of footsteps could be heard.

Da Da Da...

It was the sound of leather shoes stepping on tiles!

"Who is it? Stop!"1

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