Ye Yan instructed: "She has a deadly virus, don't get close to her. The Ye Emperor means to put her in the police station and keep her under her nose to keep her in jail for the rest of her life."

She will not let her die, nor will she live happily.

"knew."

...

Night, silent.

Since Mu Sheng died, the Mu family has been separated and collapsed. In just a few days, they were pulled down from the position of the Hei Dao Dragon Head.

The dragons were headless, and the rest were busy competing for resources. No one handled Mu Sheng's funeral, and the body was left in the present.

A cold wind blew, and the two candles in front of the mourning hall suddenly disappeared.

The dozing servant raised his eyelids and cursed "unlucky". As soon as he stood up, the lights in the entire hall suddenly went out in an instant.

The servant was stunned for a moment. It was impossible for the Mu family to have a power outage problem.

Mu Sheng's coffin was lying in front of him.

The servant shrank for a moment, and inevitably thought of the haunted side. He squashed his arms and was about to go forward to light the candle. As soon as he moved on, his throat was suddenly pressed down by one hand.

The hand appeared silently, colder than the corpse in the coffin. The servant struggled, his eyes bulged. He could not see anything in the darkness, and he only felt as if he had stepped on a piece of clothing.

It feels smooth and cold as a snake.

"Where is he?" A weird voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, and the huge living room was filled with coldness.

"Who..." The servant squeezed out the words with difficulty, and his blood was almost frozen.

"Kill your boss."

"I don't know--"

A splash of liquid splashed, and the sound of the corpse falling to the ground came from the darkness.

A gust of cold wind passed through the courtyard, and the entire Mu family mansion went through a bloodbath. The man asked one after another without getting tired of asking.

The bloody world is left with only that sentence.

"Where is he?"

The darkness buried the cruel slaughter, and the tiny struggle and humming brought out the purple silt color.

The moonlight was very dark and completely obscured by dark clouds.

...

Qi Ye opened his eyes and saw the snow-white ceiling.

The lights are very bright.

The curtains were lifted by the wind, whistling, the night was very dark, and there was no trace of light.

Ye Weilan was pillowing on his arm, and his dream was in full swing. In the past, Xiao Yechen leaned against his mother and had a pure sleeping face.

Qi Ye narrowed his dark eyes, and a trace of understanding passed through his eyes.

The person in his arms seemed to notice his uneasiness, hugged him sideways, burying his face in his heart, rubbing his warm body temperature suddenly dispelled a certain emotion.

Qi Ye gently stroked her hair.

This is his woman.

She was surrounded by the children of the two of them.

He smiled tenderly, his bright eyebrows flashed through the coldness, he reached out to hug her tightly, and closed his eyes again.

...

On the same night, Tang Huan was awakened by the ringing of the phone.

She glanced at the number and picked it up.

"How about it?"

"Not really, it's hard for this group of people to deal with."

"Tang Huan, I hope you don't let me down!"

Tang Huan showed a sneer on the corner of his lips: "Sir, you know more than me who is Ye Emperor. I don't even have the chance to contact him. You come to collect debts so quickly, don't you think it's too much?"
Chapter completed!