บท 200: No way to clear her name

The murderous spirit was also gradually increasing by the proximity of the killer.

Cold rays of moonlight sprinkled in through the half-open windows.

The killer raised the big knife in his hand, the moonlight shone against the blade and reflected clear rays of light.

At the same time, Ye Qing Luo flipped over her body and stood up, the feather fan in her hand unfolded, drawing a slight whirlwind.

But her profound Qi was dissipated in the air as it drifted to the killer.

Ye Qing Luo frowned and stared vigilantly at the killer, ready to jump off the bed.

A palm sized hairball leaped in through the window, its bright tiger eyes made eye to eye contact with Ye Qing Luo.

The paw that was in the mid-air instantly froze.

The little body was unable to balance herself and fell out of the windowsill.

Before Ye Qing Luo had a chance to shout out, suddenly a familiar elegant sandalwood scent filled the air.