Pushing open the long-closed door, Belmons slowly entered, the room covered with dust and the furniture covered with gray cloth...... The update is so fast. He slowly walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

"The answer is in the third room on the right, push open the door and walk in." The cold and unforgiving voice guided him.

He walked over slowly, then pushed the door open, and unlike the outside, there was no dust in the room. In the center of the room, a cradle is placed. In the cradle fell asleep a small baby, only about three or four months old.

As if hearing his footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked at him, which were olive green eyes identical to his. He waved his little hands and feet, opened his mouth, and babbled things that no one could understand. There was an innocent smile on her pretty little face.

Is this his child, he can't control the warm current in his heart, which belongs to him and her child.

Knowing that it was an illusion, he couldn't help but want to reach out and touch him.

The door slammed open, and he turned his head in shock. Lan Yuwei walked in, walked directly through him, and walked to the edge of the cradle. She crouched down and looked at the baby in the cradle, her face not full of maternal tenderness, but endless hatred.

"You sinister seed, you sinister seed should not live in this world at all," she cried out hatefully after looking at the child for a moment. Stretched out his hand and grabbed the baby's neck, the green tendons on the back of his hand were exposed, which showed how hard she was trying to stop her, but in vain, he could only watch the child struggle powerlessly in her hands, his face gradually turned from ruddy to purple, and a touch of black blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth. Eventually, his little hands and feet hung down weakly, and his olive-green eyes became dim. She laughed, "It's good to die, it's good to die, who made you his child." ”

The door was pushed open again, and he saw a man walk in, it was none other than his older brother Andrew Friedrich von Hoffmann from his previous life. He was handsome and evil, and he didn't look like Andrew at all, except for his ice-blue eyes.

The picture turned, it was still the luxurious bedroom, a man and a woman were lying on the bed, talking about love, the man turned his head to look at him, with a smug smile on his face, and he hugged the woman in his arms as if he announced. He's Andrew, he's not Andrew. Or that he has the soul of Andrew now.

He also saw her, and she sneered at him: "I never loved you, I approached you just to get information. You think your plan to assassinate Hitler was revealed, but I sued Andy for the list of the Führer I sued him. Stauffenberg, wasn't he planning it, didn't he put the bomb at your Führer's feet, hehe, you are so stupid, you were fooled so easily"

Her sarcastic words pierced his heart one by one, but no blood flowed out, because his heart was already painful and there was no blood to shed

Andrew laughed and squinted at him: "You will also have today, from childhood to adulthood, you will rob me again." Grab everything, and now it's time for you to taste what it's like to be robbed of your beloved things. ”

(l~1`x*>+``+