The night, the sea breeze.

The European-style palace with swaying lights is located on the hillside. The rolling mountains are half-arced by the besieged city, majestic, domineering and mysterious, giving people a sense of soul shock.

Ye Weilan was invited by the maid to enter a gorgeous and empty hall, with blood-red carpets and curtains, and the evil spirits were strange.

Her face was a little pale, and she could barely calm down and looked up at the person in the middle of the hall.

The man's slender body is straight and symmetrical, with long silky and soft hair as magically draped on his red robe. A ghost mask that has remained unchanged for more than 20 years can only see a pair of classical narrow eyes, blood red like the sea.

He wore a ruby ​​ring on his index finger. Although it looked old, it gave people an extremely expensive feeling.

The red gems contrast with the pale skin color, making them look extremely evil and weird...

Every time I walk into this place, my childhood nightmare always penetrates my mind uncontrollably. Ye Weilan's nails are deeply embedded in the delicate palms, and the cold voice echoes in the hall: "What are you looking for me to do?"

It’s not that she can’t hold back, but that she needs a strong courage to stay with this person.

"On the eighth day of next month, you will marry Qin Yu." The evil poet's low voice was domineering and cold, and it was unquestionable.

"Impossible!" Ye Weilan looked shocked, and the hidden fear dissipated completely at this moment. She sneered and almost furious: "What a joke! I've been married long ago, and I have two children?! My husband and children are fine, how could I get married again?! You--"

A pale hand grabbed the slender neck and stopped the following words. The cruel words were not at all emotional: "Don't play tricks with me! That bastard often ruined my affairs, and I can't spare him!"

Ye Weilan met his cruel eyes, his face was purple, the air in his mouth became thinner and thinner, and a familiar suffocation surged into his brain, and the shadows at that time hit his heart again...

Very painful...

Her slender body is like a porcelain doll, and her face is pale and transparent. As long as he takes a little action, he will die.

"My Lord Death, the princess is almost out of reach."

The female voice suddenly inserted into her rescued her life. The man threw her on the carpet, pinched her jaw, and sneered: "Don't take your little cleverness in front of me to show off! Do you really think Qin Yu has such great ability to send that little girl out under my nose?"

The bone-thrusting coolness filled his heart, and Ye Weilan's pure pupils surged with fear: "You..."

"That little girl can never forget her. In the past year, you have deliberately trained her to remember the various routes and mechanisms on the island," Death sneered repeatedly, as if he looked at a clown who was ignorant of life and death: "You'd better pray that man should not come, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Madman!" Ye Weilan's voice lost its softness as before, sharp and harsh, full of anger and resentment: "What did I do wrong? Why do you just refuse to let me go..."

"You have been making my beloved woman unrecognizable for more than 20 years," the man's tone said with a deep hatred: "What qualifications do you have to be happy?"

Ye Weilan seemed to have all her strength removed in an instant. She fell softly on the carpet, closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears rolled down.
Chapter completed!