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The first thousand one hundred and seventy-seven chapters only one wife (five)

Ye Weilan bit her lips tightly. This was the murderer who wanted to kill Xiaoxue. Once she was let go today, Xiaoxue might be in danger in the future. When she thought of her little daughter who was lying on the bed with a high fever, her anger rolled upwards...

"Ye Weilan!" A bullet hit Ye Weilan's feet, picking up dust and flying. The fake Lin Yue looked at her and almost wanted to swallow her alive: "Cover your eyes and close your mouth, otherwise..."

Her cruel expression says it all.

The other party hated her and Qi Ye deeply. Once they were really impatient, it was very likely that they would be led to the death together.

Moreover, she actually knew that she could control people with her voice...

Ye Weilan kept pinching Qi Ye's palm, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his eyes, and closed his lips tightly.

The fake Lin Yue sneered: "Qi Ye, throw away your gun, the next order, before I go out here, neither you nor your subordinates can attack me!"

Emperor Ye has always said something, and if he promised something in broad daylight, there would be no possibility of remorse.

This is only the most basic credit for the king.

Qi Ye looked at her coldly, his eyes as cold as ice.

"I will be worth it for my life with you and this bitch to bury me, but I feel sorry for your two children and will become a bastard who is not wanted by parents..." The words of the fool Lin Yue were extremely vicious and sarcastic.

A trace of resentment flashed through Qi Ye's eyes. He threw away the gun in his hand and made a gesture.

All the subordinates around him threw away the weapons in their hands in an instant, and their movements were neat and uniform without any hesitation.

The fake Lin Yue sneered and took Lin Long back and left the crowd. After she pushed Lin Long away, she turned around and ran away quickly.

And the moment she turned around, Ye Weilan, who had her eyes closed, suddenly raised her hand, and a delicate and compact pistol was picked up in her snow-white hand.

Qi Ye grabbed her wrist from behind, pointed the muzzle at the position of the heart of the fake Lin Yue, and said a low word: "Cum!"

Ye Weilan is not his subordinate, and he did not touch the pistol, so it is not considered a violation of his promise.

Ye Weilan immediately pulled the trigger, and she fired seven consecutive shots, and returned the vicious woman's actions to Xiaoxue twice.

A woman's scream came from the front, and then the sound of the car tires quickly rubbing against the ground.

Ye Weilan quickly took off the handkerchief from his eyes and looked at him carefully. Several lines of wet blood were flowing from the ground, and a bulletproof car was driving away quickly.

Qi Ye's men immediately chased after him.

Ye Weilan's eyes froze, "Are you dead?"

Qi Ye shook his head: "No."

This woman's speed is not something that normal people can do. In addition, Ye Weilan rarely shoots, and her pistol has been specially improved, and its power has been reduced a lot compared to Qi Ye's, allowing the woman to escape.

Ye Weilan bit her lip, feeling a little heartbroken and regretful. With such a disaster, there will be endless troubles...

Qi Ye saw her look haggard and stroked her cheek with some heartache: "Don't think about it anymore, there will always be a chance to deal with her in the future. How is Xiaoxue?"

Speaking of his daughter, tears suddenly appeared in Ye Weilan's eyes: "Qi Ye, Xiaoxue... she has been having a high fever... what to do..."
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