Wen Ran was sad and desperate, she fell to the ground, her tears were dry and almost couldn't flow, she grabbed Bai Luo's trouser leg and kowtowed to her with a bang:; Please, for the sake of the same blood flowing on your body, spare her life, your mother's death is all my fault, you killed me to pay for her life, the Bai family and the Wen family are gone, you let Mei'er have a way to live......"

Bai Luo looked down at her, her face seemed to be covered with a cold mask, without the slightest temperature.

Once upon a time, this woman at her feet was such a strong and proud existence, but now she begged her bitterly......

The Celestial Cycle.

Retribution may come late, but it is never absent.

Bai Luo raised her face, tears rolled down, these tears are for her mother who died early, for her barren and miserable childhood, for the dead nurse and the Xu family, for the love between her and Bai Yi that will never begin and end......

All the tragedies in my life are due to this woman under my feet!

Bai Luo's deep eyes flashed a trace of cruelty, the gun in her hand pulled the trigger, a bullet nailed into Wen Ran's shoulder, and a miserable scream echoed in the empty and cold basement.

"This shot, for my mother!"

There was another bang, and a shot was nailed into the other shoulder: "This shot, for myself!" ”

A shot into the lower abdomen: "This shot, for my nurse!" ”

Another shot was nailed into the chest: "This shot, for my grandmother!" ”

"Grandpa!"

"Uncle!"

"Auntie!"

"Xu Yi!"

"Xu Mian!"

In the end, Bai Luo's whole person was a little demonic, and her eyes revealed the ruthlessness of destroying the world, eager to drag everyone to hell, and the gun in her hand was one after another, beating Wen Dye into a hornet's nest.

Bai Yi stood outside the door, listening to the gunshots and screams coming from inside, and did not move until everything inside was still, and then he turned and walked in.

A heavy smell of blood came to my nose.

Bai Luo stood in place, the muzzle of the gun in her hand was smoking, Bai Yi couldn't see her expression at the moment, the warm stain on the ground was full of guns, her eyes widened, her body spasmed, she gasped like a dead fish, and after a while, she tilted her head and lost her breath.

Bai Yi stepped forward and took her cold hand.

After a while, Bai Luo's low voice was remembered in the room: "Is she dead?" ”

"Dead."

"It's good to be dead......"

"Let's go back."

"Hmm."

……

At the same moment when Wen Ran died, Bai Mei walked into a fragrant rose garden, she looked at the man sitting on the bench painting, her eyes were reverent: "Master, after tomorrow, can you hand over Bai Luo to Mei'er to dispose of?" ”

Graceful fingers draw on the white paper, and a few strokes outline a slender figure, he skillfully depicts the eyebrows and eyes, and the eyes are intoxicating.

Bai Mei lay on the ground and waited, not daring to come out.

I don't know how long it took, but the man put the finished painting in his hand and looked at it carefully, and seemed quite satisfied, and he smiled, as light as a dew-stained gardenia.

Bai Mei finally waited for the answer.

"Yes."

Bai Mei laughed happily: "Thank you, master." ”

"Let's get out."

"Yes."

Before leaving, she raised her eyes one last time, but when she saw the man with clear eyebrows and moist eyes, a pair of beautiful eyes staring at the painting in his hand, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were tender, she couldn't help but glance at it curiously, and vaguely saw a side face, inexplicably familiar.