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When it came to matters between men and women, the first time would be the second and the third.

Although the first time Bai Zhijin and Yilin met was because of Lin Yilin's emotional state, the phone calls between the two really did go through. Thus, Yi Lin often visited Bai Zhijin's place and the two often had a relationship.

That night, Illyan came to see Bai Zhijin again, and they went through the storm as usual.

After Bai Zhijin finished his battle, he suddenly had an idea and went to the washroom. Just as he squatted down, he heard a sound coming from the bedroom. It sounded like something soft had dropped on the floor. The sound was a bit stuffy, and for some reason, he suddenly felt uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen.

"Illyan!" Bai Zhijin was really worried and shouted loudly.

No one answered.

Bai Zhijin's anxiety grew. He hurriedly got up, and without even washing the toilet, he went to his bedroom. He only took a glance at his bed and was stunned.

Illyan was lying on his back on the bed, his body stretched out in a big shape, naked, the quilt kicked to the floor, and the noise he had just heard was the quilt on the ground. Her head was tilted to one side, her hair was disheveled, as if she had just been in a violent struggle. Her eyes were almost bloodshot, her eyes wide, her mouth open, her tongue stretched out, limply hanging to one side, and a stream of blood was gushing out of her mouth. Looking further down, there was a pair of black handprints on his neck! It had just been printed!

Bai Zhijin only felt cold sweat trickling down his back — someone took advantage of his time in the bathroom to break in and throttle Yilin to death!

Bai Zhijin found it hard to believe. Just now, when he was in the washroom, he didn't hear the door open at all. How did the murderer come in? Or was the murderer already in the house? His face grew hot at the thought of someone secretly visiting him while he was in intimate contact with Illyan. However, he immediately threw these thoughts out of his mind and focused all his attention on the killer's clues.

Did the murderer escape? Bai Zhijin hurriedly rushed to the door as if he didn't hear any sound coming from outside. The door was still tightly locked, and after looking at the window for a bit, the window was also tightly closed. When he was in the washroom, he didn't hear any sound of the door opening or the window opening.

Could the murderer still be in the house? Bai Zhijin's hair stood on end. He walked into the kitchen, picked up a kitchen knife, and searched around with bloodshot eyes. Under the bed, behind the table … If anything went wrong, he would be cut with a knife. He waved with all his strength, chopping and cursing, but to no avail. His sabers and sabers slashed the air, but after a while, Bai Zhijin's speed slowed down, and his curses turned into cries.

He searched the house almost thoroughly but to no avail. The murderer was like a ghost who had quietly come and left without making a sound, making it hard to fathom.

By the way, is there another place that hasn't been searched?" Bai Zhijin's eyes were shining with a murderous light once again. The bedroom door had been open all this time, and the area behind it had not been found. Was there really someone behind the door? Bai Zhijin found this a little laughable. However, as he approached, a strange feeling enveloped him – a suffocating aura came from outside the door. That was the aura of an assassin!

"Who …" Where is he? "Get out here!" Bai Zhijin was trembling with anger.

No one answered.

Bai Zhijin could not hold himself back anymore. This bastard had strangled Yi Lin to death. I must kill him and avenge Yi Lin. At that moment, he threw all thoughts of laws out of his head. His mind was filled with nothing but revenge and slaughter.

"Hahahaha!" A burst of dry laughter suddenly rang out, causing Bai Zhijin to jump in fright. His hand trembled and the kitchen knife almost fell to the ground. It was a dry, charred laugh, as if it had come from the mouth of a man who had burned to death, and it came from behind the door.

Bai Zhijin was stunned. He only saw a black shadow flash out from behind the door. His entire body was black, as if he had just been burnt. When Bai Zhijin saw him, he was unexpectedly very familiar with him. When he saw the black shadow's face, he was stunned — it was actually the Withered Leaf!

Bai Zhijin crazily rushed at the Withered Leaf and roared, "You bastard, why did you hurt Illyan?" As he spoke, he raised his blade and chopped towards the Withered Leaf. Unexpectedly, the Withered Leaf didn't dodge at all. "Ka!" With a loud sound, the kitchen knife cut into her shoulder. A spray of blood sprayed all over Bai Zhijin's body, as if someone was shooting at him with a high-pressure water gun. He had no time to dodge, and his face was covered with blood.

"Why did you hurt Illyan?" Bai Zhijin did not sympathize with the Withered Leaf at all. He continued chopping at it while crying non-stop.

Bai Zhijin slashed more than ten times, but there were many cuts on the face and body of the Withered Leaf, but she was still standing there with a smile on her face. Red blood gushed out from the wound, rapidly expanding the scope of her power, and in a blink of an eye, her body was completely red.

Bai Zhijin was tired from the slashing, but the Withered Leaf was still standing there as if nothing had happened. He had no other choice, so he simply threw the knife away and began to cry bitterly while lying on Illyan's body.

The Withered Leaf was still as gentle as ever. She lowered her body and asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"

Bai Zhijin did not answer, nor did he flare up again. He only shook his head weakly and said weakly, "Why? "Why did you hurt Illyan?"

"I'm sorry!" Withered Leaf lowered her head and said sincerely, but her eyes immediately lit up, "Xiao Bai, since you promised to be my friend, why do you want to be intimate with other girls? Yes, I killed Illyan, but she died because of you. "

"Damn you!" Bai Zhijin waved his kitchen knife and viciously chopped at the withering leaf butterfly. This time, he aimed at the fatal area — the heart.

Bai Zhijin did not expect the seemingly weak Withered Leaf to easily grab the kitchen knife. No matter how hard he tried, he could not move. Only now did Bai Zhijin realize that the Withered Leaf was actually not a weak girl, but a monster that could curse people to death. He didn't expect it to be so strong as well.

But Bai Zhijin didn't want to give up just like that. He couldn't forgive the person who killed Illyan. Bai Zhijin clenched his teeth, pulled out his kitchen knife with all of his strength, and started waving it again. He hacked at the Withered Leaf with full of hatred.

The Withered Leaf butterfly seemed to have been shocked by Bai Zhijin's aura. She kept backing away until she was forced to a corner of the wall. Bai Zhijin did not show any mercy. He waved his hand and chopped down. With a "ka" sound, the kitchen knife seemed to have cut into the body of the Withered Butterfly, causing his hand to turn numb.

The body of the Withered Leaf was made of iron? Bai Zhi Jin felt ashamed. He looked at the wall and saw that the kitchen knife had cut into it, while the Withered Leaf Butterfly lowered its head to avoid it. A trace of bitterness appeared on her face, and she gently nudged Bai Zhi Jin's abdomen with her knee.

"I'm sorry!" She looked at Bai Zhijin, who was lying on the ground and unable to move, and with an apologetic look in her eyes, she lightly shook her head and walked away.

Watching the Withered Butterfly leave arrogantly, Bai Zhijin had no choice but to lie on the ground. He could only watch as the Withered Butterfly left like a black cloud, drifting away without leaving any trace.