She screamed and retreated backwards, raised her hand to knock off the mirror in Ye Weilan's hand, waved her beautiful hands away, covered her head, and made a miserable cry.

Hoarse as a night owl.

In the air-cooled hall, it sounds extremely terrifying.

Ye Weilan just looked at him coldly.

Camilla screamed, and as she shouted, tears gradually flowed down her eyes. She wanted to see Ou Ruoqinghan... that was her son who was connected to her blood... She hadn't seen him for twenty-six years...

What is he like now...

Everyone said that he was like a god who was not in the world, but as long as she knew, no, Ou Ruoqinghan named Qinghan because he was too naughty when he was a child, often making trouble at any time, and even said that he didn't want to be a pope in the future. She criticized him severely every time, and finally even changed his name to Qinghan. His original name was not actually this...

"I want to see him..." She said, and suddenly she was stuck in her throat, her eyes round and convex, as if she didn't lift it up in one breath.

Ye Weilan began to turn around and walked out. She said she wanted to die alone, and of course she would not be kind enough to stay here to see her off.

When the homeless man on the street died, at least there were wild cats and dogs passing by, but she could only stay in this cold place, guarding her ambitions that she had never realized in her life, and died lonely and miserable, without anyone caring about it.

"Don't leave..." Mrs. Kamila looked at the background where she was walking away and tried hard to stretch out her hand to keep her. She didn't want to die alone, and it was so empty and cold around her...

By the way...

This is her granddaughter...

He is the daughter of Ou Ruoqinghan and Qin Yuling, and a relative who is connected to her blood...

Relatives...

Her voice was extremely hoarse when she cried. She held it in her heart in one breath and shouted to Ye Weilan's background: "Be careful..."

careful?

Ye Weilan turned his head and glanced, and Madame Camilla spewed out a mouthful of blood, but she didn't hear the last few words clearly.<>

Mrs. Camilla seemed to try hard to say something, and she opened her mouth and squirted out blood. She widened her eyes and fell down straight.

Those muddy eyes never closed until death.

Ye Weilan smiled self-deprecatingly. How could Mrs. Kamila remind her to be careful?

She must be too careless.

Ye Weilan successfully sent her back to the west and walked out of the hall.

Perlangodo was waiting for her outside the garden.

There was no moonlight that night, and almost all of his figures merged into the night, so blurred that they could not see clearly.

Ye Weilan walked out, stood at the entrance of the hall for a while, then walked behind him and said three words: "She is dead."

Perrangodo turned around, holding a cigarette in his hand, a red spark emitting a very light tone; "Go back."

The two walked back in the darkness of the night.

Ye Weilan had just witnessed the death of a person, and now he was inevitably feeling a little emotional and did not speak a word along the way.

And in the hall of the dead behind him, because of their distance, it soon disappeared in the night.

"What are you thinking?" Perlangodo suddenly asked.

Ye Weilan looked at his back; "I don't know, I think about something, but I find that there is nothing to think about.

"Why don't you want that bastard in your house?"
Chapter completed!