Long Qianya's hand tightened more and more, Xiao Yechen's face turned purple, and he was about to die.

Long Qianya suddenly let out a miserable scream, she threw away Xiao Yechen, and rolled on the ground with her head covered with her hands.

Xiao Yechen sat on the ground blankly, and in desperation, he felt a pair of familiar hands hugging him, with great force, almost strangling his bones.

Then there was a trembling voice.

"Xiao Jiu doesn't hurt, Mommy is here ......" The gentle tone made people cry.

Xiao Yechen felt the familiar breath, looked up with teary eyes, and her mother's beautiful face was close at hand.

It's just-

"Mommy!" Xiao Yechen screamed hoarsely.

Ye Weilan's eyes were glowing with demonic crimson, she rubbed the bruises on her son's neck, blowing and coaxing: "Mommy, Xiao Jiu doesn't hurt......"

Xiao Yechen trembled and held her hand, he didn't know how his weak mother found this place alone, and he didn't know how she controlled her collapse and coaxed him softly......

Last time, she almost strangled Ye Yan to death.

"Mommy......" Xiao Yechen touched her face to soothe her emotions.

Ye Weilan suddenly pushed him away and slammed him down.

Xiao Yechen fell to the ground.

The bullet shot by Long Qianya missed, and she still wanted to shoot, but Ye Weilan rushed over and knocked her down.

Her eyes were red and about to drip blood, rolling dark and violent, her hands pinched Long Qianya's throat, and she slammed down.

Long Qianya almost lost her breath.

How could this woman have so much strength?

The tyrannical external force pressed the nerves, and the painful suffocation felt all over her body, and she couldn't move a finger.

Just when Long Qianya thought that she would die like this, something suddenly broke in her brain, and a soft voice floated out.

"Qianya, stand up."

As soon as the mental pressure eased, Long Qianya raised her fist and smashed it on Ye Weilan's back.

Ye Weilan spat out a mouthful of blood, and the strength in his hand was loosened.

As soon as Long Qianya lifted her, a cold knife light slashed at her, and she didn't want to swing it with a fist.

Xiao Yechen's body was smashed out again.

There was an extra bloodstain on Long Qianya's face, and almost her face was split in half.

She stood up angrily, her two arms aimed at Xiao Yechen, who was lying not far away, and was about to fire a bullet, but there was another piece in her head, as if she had been ripped off by life.

Long Qianya raised her head to the sky and let out an angry roar.

When protecting children, even a weak woman can burst out with amazing potential.

Ye Weilan grabbed the knife on the ground, and rushed out with a brisk step, like a leopard in the mountains, she rode on Long Qianya's stomach, the tip of the knife aimed at her chest, and stabbed it fiercely.

The murderous spirit is cold, and it is wrapped in endless hatred and anger.

This woman harmed her husband, hurt her daughter, hurt her son!

Ye Weilan sneered, and the tyrannical hideous color bloomed from his red eyes, and his face was as beautiful as a demon in an instant.

……

The sword slashed sideways, and a row of trees fell.

The forest was a mess, full of craters that had been blown out.

The man leaned against the trunk of a tree, the gun in his hand was broken in half, the cut was neat and smooth, and it was already useless.

His body could only be described as bloody, but with an excited expression on his face that seemed to release his soul, he looked at the person who was running away quickly, and the corners of his lips twitched.

"It's probably too late to go...... he said, slowly lighting a cigarette.

An endless stream of bright red flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he smiled, and then, forever, froze there.