Ye Yan instructed: "There is a deadly virus on her body, don't get close to her, the Night Emperor means to put her in the police station, put her under the watch, and let her spend the rest of her life in prison." ”

Don't let her die, and don't let her live happily.

"Got it."

……

Night, silence.

Since Mu Sheng died, the Mu family has been separated and disintegrated, and in just a few days, it has been pulled down from the position of the head of the Black Dao Dragon.

The dragons have no leader, the rest of the people are busy competing for resources, Mu Sheng's death is not handled, and the body has been left in the present.

A cold wind blew, and the two candles in front of the mourning hall were suddenly extinguished.

The dozing subordinate raised his eyelids and glanced at it, scolded "bad luck", and as soon as he stood up, the lights in the entire hall suddenly went out in an instant.

The next person was stunned for a moment, with the Mu family's family background, there could be no power outage at all.

In front of him lay Mu Sheng's coffin.

The servant flinched for a moment, inevitably thinking of the haunting, and he was about to step forward to light the candle with his arm hunched, when as soon as he moved, his throat was suddenly pressed by a hand.

The hand appeared silently, colder than the corpse in the coffin, and the servant struggled, his eyes bulging, and he could not see anything in the darkness, except vaguely as if he had stepped on a hem of his clothes.

Slippery feeling, snake-like cold.

"Where is he?" The eerie voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, rippling in the huge living room, and the chill was awesome.

"Who ......" struggled to squeeze out the words, and the blood was almost frozen.

"The man who killed your boss."

"I don't know—"

A puff of liquid splattered, and the sound of corpses falling to the ground could be heard in the darkness.

A cold wind passed through the courtyard, and the entire Mu family mansion experienced a bloodbath, and the man took the trouble to ask one after another.

In a bloody world, there is only one sentence left.

"Where is he?"

The darkness buried the brutal slaughter, and the small struggles and muffled grunts brought out the bruises.

The moonlight was dim, completely obliterated by the dark clouds.

……

Qi Ye opened his eyes, and he saw the snow-white ceiling.

The lights are bright.

The curtains were lifted by the wind and whirred, and the night was dark and there was no light in sight.

Ye Weilan pillowed his arm, a good dream was in full swing, in the past, Xiao Yechen leaned on his mother, and his sleeping face was very pure.

Qi Ye's dark eyes narrowed, and a trace of deep understanding crossed his eyes.

The person in his arms seemed to sense his uneasiness, hugged him sideways, buried his face in the place of his heart and rubbed it, the warm body temperature, suddenly dissipated a certain emotion.

Qi Ye stroked her hair.

This is his woman.

Next to her were the children of both of them.

He smiled lovingly, his bright brows swept over the coldness, reached out to hug her, and closed his eyes again.

……

On the same night, Tang Huan was awakened by the ringing of the phone.

She glanced at the number and picked it up.

"How?"

"It's not good, it's hard to deal with."

"Tang Huan, I hope you don't let me down!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Tang Huan's lips: "Lord Inspector, you know better than me who the Night Emperor is, I don't even have a chance to contact him, don't you think it's too much for you to come to collect debts so quickly?" ”

"Major Tang, pay attention to your tone!" The voice over there was cold: "It's because it's difficult, that's why I sent you, you're the only undercover agent with zero misses, I hope you can continue to keep your own record, remember to be emotional!" ”