For a moment, Ye Weilan's mind became blank.

Those deliberately forgotten memories flew out one after another. She shivered and threw herself into Qi Ye's arms. Her face was pale and she shivered: "I won't go back..."

“Not going back…”

"Don't go back even if you die..."

She held his spine, and had never had any force before, and blue veins burst out from her fingertips.

Qi Ye's dark pupils were like obsidian. He gently stroked her face: "No one can take you away from me, and even death can't do it." He held her face and kissed her eyebrows: "Lan..."

"Go home," a sudden male voice interrupted Qi Ye's words. The voice was a little hoarse, with a strange voice: "Your Highness the Princess."

Qi Ye's eyes turned cold.

Ye Weilan grabbed his hand in panic.

A man walked in from outside the door, wearing a black suit and a terrifying ghost mask on his face. He stared at Ye Weilan: "The Lord is very happy to know that you are still alive, and told us to bring you back intact."

"Let him die!!" Ye Weilan took the pillow from the bed and smashed it over, his mood a little out of control.

Qi Ye pressed her shoulders, looked straight into her eyes, and whispered: "Lan, calm down."

Ye Weilan blinked slowly, her red lips moved, and slowly recovered. She could not act rashly, Qi Ye was still locked here, surrounded by enemies, she wanted to calm down.

"Your Highness Princess, I don't want to be harsh on you." The implication was that if she refused, he would still take some fierce measures.

Ye Weilan sneered, took out the knife he had prepared for himself and put it on his neck: "There is a poison that is blood-sealed on the knife, don't threaten me, otherwise what you bring back will be a corpse!"

Her break obviously made the other party quite embarrassed. The man's eyes fell on Qi Ye, and with one hand, he pressed the power button on the cabinet: "Your favorite brother, don't you care?"

Ye Weilan smiled coldly: "Qi Ye, do you mind dying with me?"

Qi Ye kissed the corner of her lips: "I am extremely happy."

The man didn't press his hand down, and his eyes looked more scrutinized. The atmosphere was stalemate for a while, and he stepped forward: "Maybe we can talk."

Whoever wants to die if you have the chance to live?

Ye Weilan never put down his knife: "Let us leave."

"Impossible," the man's extremely fast interface: "He can go, you have to stay."

"I'm not that generous," Ye Weilan smiled slowly: "His pride won't allow me to do this. If you live on women, he will be laughed at by others."

Qi Ye laughed softly. His little wife's little head really didn't know how it grew. She knew exactly what he was thinking.

He looked at the scene of confrontation, and there was no trace of nervousness in his eyes, and he even hugged her and rubbed comfortably.

No wonder so many men like to eat soft rice, and the taste is so wonderful.

The man's eyes were filled with anger: "That's gonna be offended-"

As soon as the word "疗" was released, Qi Ye suddenly took action, snatched the knife from Ye Weilan's hand, and slashed at the man.

He was extremely fast, the man frowned, Qi Ye's hands were handcuffed, and the length of the chain could not reach here at all, so he was very relieved.

However, when he saw that the sharp blade was about to reach his face, he stopped completely. He quickly retreated, and finally he was one step late. The tip of the blade tear apart the mask and drenched a little scarlet.
Chapter completed!