Ye Xihe's face changed, hissing as a sharp sword, shot directly at Ye Weilan, and shouted: "What do you know? You don't know anything at all--"

"But I believe Ye Wushang!" Ye Weilan cut off her words and said sharply: "He will not hand over Qi Xue's safety to an unreliable person. You, Ye Xihe, are fully capable of doing what Ye Wushang told him properly. It is because you have poisonous thoughts in your own heart that will indirectly cause Qi Xue's death. The thing Ye Wushang regrets the most in this life must be that you, Ye Xihe. In his heart, you are a evil woman who is vicious and selfish, which separates him from his beloved woman."

Ye Weilan's words were like a sharp sword, bloody piercing Ye Xihe's heart. Under her determined eyes, she could not continue to defend.

Ye Xihe was crying, his sad eyes were filled with resentment, and his sharp wail echoed in the sea: "What's wrong with me? The one who was wrong is Qi Xue, the woman who stole my brother! She is the most selfish! If the brother does not follow the ancestors of the Ye family, he will live a life worse than death, you-"

Her finger pointed at Ye Weilan, with deep resentment and hatred in her eyes, as if even the wind was shrill: "You people never consider the pain of being the Ye family. Have you ever seen your brother in pain when he was in pain? You don't, you will only accuse me of my faults with your self-righteous view of love, and build your own happiness on the pain of others. You are like that bitch Qi Xue, who looks like a fairy on the surface, but is vicious and rotten inside, and you will be retribution!!"

Ye Weilan smiled. When Ye Xihe cursed this, she must have never thought about what she was like just now and now.

"You think you are wise, you are right. Qi Xue is dead. Ye Wushang married Bai Qingya according to the Ye family's marriage. What's the result?" Ye Weilan stared at her, and the wind whistled the two of them and bulged their clothes. Her smile was cold and sarcastic: "Are you satisfied with looking at Ye Wushang now?"

Ye Xihe's roar stuck in his throat, and his resentful expression was gradually replaced by regret. She covered her face and cried out loud: "I never thought of wanting Qi Xue to die. Everyone in the Ye family was dedicated. I knew that without Qi Xue, my brother would be in pain. I just wanted to separate them..."

But a single thought leads to a big mistake.

This has created a situation that no one can recover now.

Qi Xue is dead, Ye Wushang lives just for revenge, once he avenges...

Ye Xihe cried out.

The cry of regret, accompanied by the whimpering wind, was like a ghost, drifted into the ears of the two children along the wind. Xiaoxue hugged Perlangodo's legs: "Grandpa, baby is afraid..."

Perlangodo picked up Xiaoxue and was a little absent-minded; "I'm afraid it's normal. These walking dead evil spirits will be afraid of them..."

Xiaoxue looked at the direction of the big stone and asked softly: "Will mommy be in danger?"

"No, your mommy is not a normal person. Anyone who has a ghost in her heart is afraid of her."

The child couldn't understand such profound words, but when he heard that the mother was not in danger, he stopped asking, but just stayed in Perlangodo's arms and refused to come down.

Xiaojie stood beside Perlangodo and pointed at the opposite side: "Grandpa, grandma seems to be different from what we saw before..."
Chapter completed!