Chapter 927 Crisis in the Western Frontier

The sky was overcast as if it were night before the rain poured down.

In the back room of the assassin's residence, the doors and windows were closed, and it was too dim to see the outlines of things.

Yi Liu dressed in Xuan Shirt strong clothing, full head of green silk also with the same color of the handkerchief tightly wrapped up, foot soft sole light boots, quietly stepped over the scarlet ground tangled branches of lotus pattern unicorn play beads rug.

The short sword in his hand was coated in black paint, dark and heavy that would not emit any reflections, best suited for the immediate environment.

She narrowed her eyes slightly so as not to let the luster between the flow of her bright eyes be detected by her opponent.

The thunder outside the house had been raging for a long time, and her confrontation with her opponent had lasted even longer.

She's in no hurry.

In addition to the fact that this was the Assassin's Palace, the home bas