For the old man, black is black, white is white, he doesn't regret killing Wang Qianqian, he is so painful because he killed the baby in her belly together.

But for me, these words surprised me more than thunder from the sky.

"She doesn't need a reason to do things." Ye Siming argued for my grandmother, turned her head to look at me, and said, "She is indeed not, but someone is." ”

With a bang, accompanied by a sigh that came out of nowhere, Wang Qianqian's head was dragged down on the ground.

The little thing had its back to her mother, and was still shaking Ye Siming's arm vigorously, trying to get him to let her mother go, but she was behind her.

The pregnant woman with a big belly has long been in a different place, and behind her head is Wang Qianqian's head.

The crying pink dolls, the pregnant women lying on the ground and being dragged down and carried in the hands of people, the dense rain in the white sky, and the black-clothed long-shirt killer, the picture is timeless and cruel, as if it is a picture of heaven.

Ye Siming touched the face of the little thing with his bloodstained hand, I was panting in distress, and I went to pull Ye Siming's hand, I don't know what this cold-hearted man was going to do next.

Seeing Ye Siming's hand, the little thing seemed to know something, staring blankly with big eyes, wanting to turn its head to look.

"Don't look!"

I shouted.

But with a wave of Ye Siming's hand, the little thing slapped away, and in the end, the little thing didn't even see her mother.

Perhaps, the soul is also the best ending, at least there is no need to be so painful before dying, but the ghost has no tears, will she be in pain?

But she's innocent.

Even if Wang Qianqian should be cut with a thousand knives, the child doesn't know right or wrong, why should she be beaten to the ground, and she doesn't even have a chance to be reincarnated.

I smiled and looked at the cold-blooded Ye Siming.

I was suddenly a little scared of this chilling man.

I don't know what to do, I go deep, I hate to be nowhere to be found, like a shadow.

I bent down to pick up the old man who had lost a little blood and was pale, and now he was so withered that he didn't even have the strength to look at the surrounding scene.

"Where are you going?" Ye Siming's cold voice came from behind.

I smiled wryly, but didn't know what to say.

"Poof" I suddenly heard a strange sound from behind, and when I turned around, I just saw that Ye Siming's face had changed slightly.

With a slight lift of his hand, I heard the creaking of the graveyard like a rat burrowing, and then a corpse crawled out of the graveyard.

"Don't move!" Ye Siming, who has always been the king of the iceberg, said these two words.

In the heavy rain, in the graveyard strewn with corpses, these words were warm, and if she let that little thing go, I would feel happy, but now, I smiled at him, turned and left.

"If you go one more step, I'll kill you." Ye Siming's voice came coldly from behind.

Said cold-blooded, cold-blooded.

I paused, but I didn't look back, I stood in place with my back to him, and took a deep breath with my back to him, I can't say whether it was heartache or sadness, but for a moment, my heart was like a knife.

"Kill me." I stood there and let the rain hit my face, just mixed tears, dripping from my cheeks.

Except for the drizzling rain.

For a long time, no sound came from again.

"Huh!" I chuckled, and walked out of the cemetery without looking back.

I don't know how sad the black shadow standing in the graveyard was, and the blood-stained hand was raised, as if it felt the blood on its own hand, and it was put down as if it had been stung again.

The joints of the hand have turned white because they are held so tightly.