"Sister Fei, I don't want you to go." Xie Man took advantage of the strength of the wine and hugged her, crying profusely.

"Xie Man, there is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, if there is fate, we will meet again."

Ye Feixue didn't push her away, she was cruel and ruthless to the extreme four years ago, if anyone dared to hold her like this, she would have done it a long time ago, time is terrible, and a lot of things have changed. Her humanity is slowly showing, and she has to pay for it.

The drunk two didn't know how to go back to sleep, in a daze, Ye Feixue remembered Wei Moyan's kiss, and she was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but just as she was about to punch, Wei Moyan's face in front of her turned into Ye Weilong.

She called out, "Adoptive father."

Ye Weilong frowned, and said coldly, "Don't call me adoptive father, I don't like to hear it."

"But that's what I used to call it."

"Cher, I like you, it's the kind of love that men like women."

Then he covered her lips, and the frightened Ye Feixue woke up from her dream, covering her face and gasping for breath, because it was not a dream, it was a real thing.

Eighteen-year-old Ye Feixue has just come of age, she is already slim, she has a well-proportioned figure, a good face, at that time she had long hair, combed a high ponytail, and looked neat. She was also clean and neat when she killed, never hesitated, never soft-hearted, and when the other party had not reacted, she had already cut off the other party's head, who would have thought that such a young and beautiful girl would be a cold-faced killer.

At that time, she was ruthless to everyone, except for one person, and that was Ye Weilong. Without Ye Weilong, there would be no Ye Feixue now, maybe she would have starved to death a long time ago. Although Ye Weilong was extremely strict with her, she understood that he wanted her to climb high so that no one would hurt her. She respected him, did her best for his great cause, assisted him, and regarded him as her father.

But in one day, everything changed. Not long after Ye Feixue fell asleep, she entered her house with a drunken Ye Weilong. Ye Feixue has always been very vigilant, and since she was not asleep, she sat down and quickly took out the gun under her pillow and pointed it at the person.

"It's me."

In the hazy moonlight, the voice of the Night Dragon was as deep as the night.

"Adoptive father?" Ye Feixue put the gun on the cabinet next to her, turned on the lamp by the way, and saw Ye Weilong walking towards her with messy steps.

As he approached, she smelled a smell of alcohol, "Adoptive father, have you been drinking?" ”

Ye Weilong didn't answer, he sat next to her, looked at her half-squinted, and then raised his hand to touch her cheek.

Ye Feixue's body trembled, she lost her mind for a moment, she panicked, she had never seen such a night dragon, his eyes were scarlet, like an endless sea, and the surging momentum seemed to swallow her up.

He held her down, touched her lips, and in a fit of confusion, he buried his head in her neck, and the warm breath sprayed in, waking up the night snow. She reached for the gun, and when she reached the handle, she hesitated. If there's only one person she can't kill in this world, it's Yeweilong.

She let go of the gun, picked up the metal ashtray, and slammed it into the back of his head, before he fainted, blood coming out of his head and soaking the quilt. Ye Feixue fled in a hurry, and this escape was four years. Ye Weilong's people looked for her everywhere and asked her to go back, she didn't want to go back, it was home for her, who didn't want to go home?