Lanshan shouted sternly: "Weishuo, how do you want to deal with him?"

Lanshan was afraid. Wei Shuo was a sinister man, and now he was on the sea surrounded by water, just waiting to invite you to the urn.

Tomorrow night I come alone again, what if...what if something goes wrong?

Wei Shuoren turned around, and the light hit his face, creating a sense of interlacing beauty of light and shadow.

He looked at Lanshan intently, with a smile in his voice: "There can only be one person between me and him. How do you think I will deal with him?" [

She still had a gentle face, and Lan Shan could still vaguely recall the doctor who gave her medicine in the hospital. But the scene changed, and in just a few months, he had turned into such a strange person.

"What grudge do you have between Ming Ye and you? Do you hate him so much that you must kill him?"

Wei Shuoren pondered, as if he didn't know how to answer Lanshan's words. After a while, he said:

"Hate? There doesn't seem to be any hatred between me and him, but... we have to kill each other."

Weishuo people have asked themselves this question many times, whether to hate or not, but every time they are confused.

To be honest, he doesn't hate Mingye, nor does he hate him...

Lan Shan really wanted to kill someone after hearing this, "What kind of bastard logic are you talking about? If there is no hatred, how can we kill each other?"

Just as Wei Shuo was about to speak, Lan Miu walked in again, "Mr. Wei, he's coming up."

"Let's go, the distinguished guest has arrived. I guess he can't wait to see you now." Wei Shuoren raised his eyebrows and chuckled, saying to Lanshan.

Lanshan bit her lower lip, glared at him fiercely, thinking about tomorrow night, and ran out.

As soon as we got out of the cabin, there was a strong wind outside, which made Lan Shan unable to open his eyes.

She stretched out her hand to cover her hair, and through her fingers she saw the familiar figure standing on the deck. The black figure and black clothes. If you didn't look carefully, it seemed that he would melt into the boundless sea...

But she saw him slowly stretching out a hand toward her, and his silent words made Lanshan's eyes suddenly sore. She knew he was saying: I'll take you home.

Lanshan wanted to run over, but Lan Miao grabbed her wrist. He was so strong that it was useless no matter how hard she struggled.

Lan Miao's voice sounded particularly cold in the roaring sea breeze: "Mrs. Ming, the wind is strong in front of us, it would be better if you don't go any further."
Chapter completed!