They spent the Mid-Autumn Festival together in Zhuangzi Mountain, which was quite lively.

Lu Zhiting also thought it was good, nodded in agreement, and went back.

Lu Qingming asked people to prepare food, after all, the next day was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the preparations still needed one or two preparations.

At night, Lu Qingming was sitting in the room reading a book. As usual, when she was sleeping, she didn't like people waiting by her side.

In fact, there is another reason, because he is afraid that Feng Xuanyi will come.

But he had lived in Zhuangzi for more than two months, and Feng Xuanyi didn't come over.

I said before that I came back to see her and lied!

Thinking of this, Lu Qingming was still a little unhappy.

Suddenly, she heard a slight noise outside, although it was not very loud.

But she still heard it. Living in Zhuangzi, there is nothing wrong with it. The only good thing is that it is very quiet, everything is quiet, very quiet.

Lu Qingming stood up quickly, reaching out and holding the dagger Lu Zhiting gave her.

Your uncle, when Lu Zhiting was here, there was nothing to do. Lu Zhiting just left here and just came to this set, which is enough.

Lu Qingming pulled out the dagger and hid himself on the side of the window, behind the curtain.

If the good guy... naturally walks through the door, if the bad guy... definitely walks through the window.

Lu Qingming hid behind, and he heard the sound from the window.

With a click, the window was opened.

Then a figure broke in from outside.

Seeing that, the dagger in Lu Qingming's hand was immediately sent out.

The man was still looking for Lu Qingming's figure, but he didn't seem to expect that there was still such a moment, and he was stunned for a while, and then dodged.

Lu Qingming's dagger, sharpened as iron, still scratched him.

After all, he is a master, and he just broke his skin a little.

"Still a clever one!"

With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, Qiu Zifan kicked Lu Qingming's wrist. The dagger flew out immediately and landed heavily on the carpet without making a sound.

Lu Qingming's wrist was sorely kicked by him.

Her left hand gently rubbed her right hand.

"Who are you?"

Lu Qingming asked.

Looking at the man in front of him, he was very powerful, he still had the majesty of a superior, and he knew at first glance that he was not a small person.

Lu Qingming stayed in her small yard all year round, and it was impossible to say that she had any enemies.

"Who I am, it doesn't matter... what matters is that I want your life!"

Qiu Zifan looked at Lu Qingming coldly.

Lu Qingming stepped back two steps and was already in front of the window. I don't know if the success rate of calling for help after jumping out is high.

"I already know who you are!?"

Lu Qingming was looking for a chance to escape, while getting close to him.

"Know who I am?"

Qiu Zifan laughed blankly, how could she guess what identity she was.

"Then you mean...who am I?"

Qiu Zifan stood there and asked aloud.

"At the very least, let you be a ghost!"

Anyway, he had decided to kill Lu Qingming. At this time, Lu Qingming was like a little mouse, and he was the cat.

Lu Qingming had been grouped into a ball, and he was playing with it with his claws.

It's dying anyway.