With a "poof", the knife entered the flesh, and the blood splashed three feet, staining Ye Weilan's face red.

She wiped it fiercely, with a ruthless expression: "This knife is for Qi Ye!" ”

Yaodu was in a car accident, Qi Ye's life and death were unknown, she was pregnant and fell into the hands of the enemy, and the husband and wife were almost separated by yin and yang.

Long Qianya twitched, and the muscles on her painful face distorted.

Ye Weilan pulled out his hand and stabbed forward again: "This knife is for Xiaoxue!" ”

Her youngest daughter, who was almost shot through by 10,000 guns, is still haunted by nightmares.

Long Qianya's voice was poignant, and it was piercing: "Ye Weilan...... I curse you......"

Ye Weilan held the bloody knife and pushed forward again, almost stabbing her through: "This knife is for Xiao Jiu!" ”

Her son had lost so much tonight that she wasn't even sure he would be the same as before.

Long Qianya convulsed in a pool of blood and screamed: "...... Don't die well......"

Ye Weilan held the knife, a knife slashed straight in, blood rushed to her face like an arrow, she laughed happily, her expression was full of happiness.

Again and again, this woman has come out to hurt the people she loves.

This time, she's going to die!

She's finally going to die!

The last knife was sent into the heart, and Ye Weilan cried out sadly.

Xiao Yechen ran over and hugged her out-of-control mother tightly: "Mommy! ”

Long Qianya was lying on the ground, her body was miserable and terrifying, and her consciousness was almost scattered.

Perhaps one can only repent of the past in the moment before death.

She remembered the garden where she lived in the Yaodu Long family's mansion.

It is full of white acacia flowers, beautiful and elegant.

Like her name.

Long Qianya.

"Qianya," thirteen-year-old Long Qianli turned around and smiled at her, his smile was warm: "Come here." ”

Long Qianya's gaze froze for a second.

It turned out that she also used to be cared about.

She smiled convulsively, with a strange smile: "Ye Weilan...... I'm on Huangquan Road...... Waiting for you ......"

Her breathing weakened, and her face was covered with a gray cover.

……

Xiao Yebing hugged Ye Weilan and threw the knife in her hand aside, both mother and son were bloody.

"Mommy, it's okay......"

"She's ...... Dead"

Uncle Shadow is dead, and Xiao Qinghuan is also dead.

Xiao Yechen buried his face in his mother's arms, absorbing strength and warmth.

Ye Weilan looked at his blood-red hands, his eyes glazed.

The mother and son didn't notice that Long Qianya's body next to her suddenly became transparent, and the position of her abdomen began to disappear little by little.

There was more white light on the dark sky, like the light of salvation.

A figure rushed forward quickly and kicked Long Qianya's corpse out.

His speed was too fast and his strength was too fierce, and he was kicked off the cliff with Xiao Qinghuan.

Xiao Yechen screamed and pounced, grabbing one of her fingers.

Xiao Qinghuan slid down, Xiao Yechen followed to chase, and most of his body leaned out of the cliff: "Qinghuan!" ”

"Little Jiu!" Ye Weilan grabbed his leg from behind and burst into tears.

Before Xiao Yechen could hold it, a strong force came from behind him and lifted him up.

He watched as the small body fell, and after a burst of blinding white light, it disappeared cleanly.

Only one wave remained.

Xiao Yechen sat on the edge of the cliff, his heart was like a big hole, and it was extremely cold at this moment.

Ye Weilan hugged him and shed tears silently.

Yi Sa, who had just arrived, looked at the miserable mother and son and frowned.