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When Qi Ye arrived, the scene he saw made his heart sink straight into the bottom of the valley.

Ye Yan lay on the ground, with a large patch of blood under her body, and she didn't know how to live or die. Ye Weilan sat on a person and chopped people with a knife like crazy.

Without his instructions, a subordinate immediately took the doctor to see Ye Yan. If something happened to her, Yi Sa would fight him desperately.

Qi Ye strides forward and picks up Ye Weilan. His eyes are so anxious that he doesn't even have time to look at who the person on the ground. He only cares about his wife wholeheartedly. When he sees the strange crystal red light in Ye Weilan's eyes, his heart suddenly becomes cold.

Red eyes...

Death's eyes...

He thought of the thunderstorm night of the Holy See. The God of Death said about the "poison of the glossy", and his hands and feet were cold for a moment.

"Lan," Qi Ye gently stroked her face, his tone trembling a little: "It's okay, don't be afraid, wake up..."

Ye Weilan ignored him, her eyes stared at Long Qianya lying on the ground from beginning to end, muttering to herself, struggling to pounce on her: "Kill you..."

Qi Ye hugged her tightly into his arms, and was so strong that he almost crushed her bones. He held her face and bit her lips hard: "Lan, look at me, I am Qi Ye, I am your husband, and your favorite person. I will take you home..."

Ye Weilan was completely locked in his arms by him and could not move. He took off the knife from her hand with one hand and threw it aside from a distance.

Perhaps because his breath was too familiar, when Ye Weilan was in his arms, there was no sign of resistance. She was as gentle as a kitten. She let him kiss her and coax her, but her eyes were always staring at Long Qianya on the ground, cold and sharp, and she refused to move a trace.

Qi Ye raised his hand and suddenly covered her eyes.

The moment his hand covered Ye Weilan's eyes, Long Qianya on the ground recovered all her strength in an instant, and when the spiritual shackles were gone, she could move again.

Long Qianya knew that at this time, Qi Ye had no intention of paying attention to her. Once he had free time, she would die very ugly.

So she immediately got up, and the subordinates brought by Qi Ye raised their guns and splashed bullets at Long Qianya like rain.

Without the imprisonment of oppressing nerve pain, Long Qianya quickly and easily flashed through all the bullets. Ye Bing was here, so she didn't dare to stop any longer. She turned around and immediately retreated.

Qi Ye didn't have the energy to care about anyone at this time. He hugged Ye Weilan and comforted him over and over again: "Lan, Ye Yan is not dead, she just fainted. The doctor is providing first aid to her. She needs someone to take care of her. You wake up quickly..."

As he finished saying this, a itch suddenly passed through his palm.

Qi Ye's eyes moved, it was the feeling of eyelashes passing by, and he immediately took his hand away.

The color in Ye Weilan's eyes began to fade gradually. She looked up at Qi Ye, and her eyes returned to its original purity. After a moment of confusion, she had no time to express her longing and fear. Her lips trembled and said, "Yan Yan..."

A trace of hidden worries flashed through Qi Ye's eyes and patted her shoulder: "Ye Yan is fine, the doctor is treating her."
Chapter completed!