Wen Ran was sad and desperate. She lay on the ground, her tears were so dry that she could hardly shed. She grabbed Bai Luo's trouser legs and kowtowed her: Please, for the sake of the same blood on you, spare her life. Your mother's death was all my fault. You killed me and paid for her life. The Bai family and the Wen family were gone. Let Mei'er have a way out... "

Bai Luo looked down at her, her face as if it was covered with a cold mask, without any temperature.

Once upon a time, the woman under her feet was so strong and proud, but now she is begging her hard...

The cycle of nature.

Retribution may come late, but it will never be absent.

Bai Luo raised her face and tears rolled down. These tears were for her mother who died early, for her desolate and tragic childhood, for the dead wet nurse and Xu family, for her and Bai Yi that would never begin or end...

All the tragedies in my life are thanks to the woman at my feet!

Bai Luo's deep eyes flashed with a hint of viciousness. The gun in her hand pulled the trigger, and a bullet was nailed into Wen Ran's shoulder, and a scream echoed in the air-cold basement.

"This shot is for my mother!"

Another bang, a shot nailed into another shoulder: "This shot is for myself!"

A shot was nailed into my lower abdomen: "This shot is for my wet nurse!"

Another shot was nailed into the chest: "This shot is for my grandma!"

"Grandpa!"

"uncle!"

"aunt!"

"Xu Yi!"

"Xu Mian!"

In the end, Bai Luo was completely deficient, and her eyes showed a ruthless cruelty, and she wanted to pull everyone to hell. She picked up the guns in her hand and beat Wen Ran into a hornet's nest.

Bai Yi stood outside the door, listening to the gunshots and screams coming from inside, without moving. He turned around and walked in until everything inside stopped.

A strong smell of blood came to my nose.

Bai Luo stood there, smoke coming from the muzzle in her hand. Bai Yi couldn't see her expression at the moment. Wen Ran's gun holes on the ground widened her eyes and convulsed her body, panting like a dead fish. After a moment, he tilted his head and died.

Bai Yi took a step forward and held her cold hand.

After a while, Bai Luo's low voice came to the room: "Is she dead?"

"Dead."

"It's good to die..."

"Go back."

"Um."

...

At the same time when Wen Ran died, Bai Mei walked into a fragrant and pleasant rose garden. She looked at the man sitting on the bench and painted with a pious look: "Master, after tomorrow, can you hand Bai Luo over to Meier to deal with?"

Elegant fingers draw on the white paper, and a few strokes outline a slender figure. He skillfully depicts his eyebrows, eyes, and his eyes are warm and intoxicating.

Bai Mei lay on the ground waiting, not daring to let out a moment of excitement.

I don't know how long it took, but the man put the finished painting in his hand and looked at it carefully. He seemed quite satisfied. He smiled, as light as gardenias stained with dew.

Bai Mei finally waited for the answer.

"Can."

Bai Mei laughed happily: "Thank you, Master."

“Go out.”

"yes."

Before she left, she finally looked up, but saw the man with clear eyebrows and eyes, with beautiful eyes staring at the painting on his hand, and the corners of his eyebrows were tender. She couldn't help but take a secret glance at him curiously and vaguely saw a side face, inexplicably familiar.
Chapter completed!