Qi Ye led Ling109 and others through a cold passage. He skillfully loaded the bullets while walking. Tonight was the last action to wash the Zhao family!

The man's stunning face was very cold. His slender legs stepped out of the door and glanced inadvertently. In the hazy rain, a snow-white figure came into his eyes.

She looked up at him, her eyes were sad and desperate, and tears kept flowing: "Qi Ye... save our children..."

Dark red blood flowed out from under her, dyeing the rain on the ground red.

Qi Ye's pupils suddenly shrank.

Before he could think about it, a black car drove towards the woman in a lightning-like direction. The sound of the tires rubbing against the ground was very harsh and scary.

The body was one step faster than reason, and the black figure rushed over quickly. Regardless of the worrying shouts of his subordinates behind him, Qi Ye stared straight at the opposite side, his eyes flashing with a strange coldness.

...

On the pure blue bed, the woman's eyes were closed, her long eyelashes like butterfly wings were shaking slightly. Her pale forehead was covered with sweat, and she was sleeping very uneasy. She held the sheets tightly with her hands, and her fingertips were exposed.

Ye Weilan is dreaming.

She dreamed of Qi Ye.

With his dark starry eyes, cold eyebrows and bright red lips, he looked anxious and rushed in one direction regardless of everything.

How could such a powerful Qi Ye look so panicked?

What did he see?

An unprecedented fear swept over, and the sleeping person's body spasmed.

The heavy rain fell from the sky, and on the dim street, a group of people in black suits shouted something angrily, with panic eyes.

Through the hazy rain curtain, a slender figure stood on the road. The white long skirt was soaked by the rain. It was pressed against the body, showing the bulging marks on the abdomen, and a large area of ​​dark red blood underneath it was dripping.

The woman was crying, almost heartbreaking.

A black car drove at her with full power.

Big tears slid from the corners of the sleeping person's eyes, her whole body was trembling, and her pink lips shouted unconsciously: "Don't go over...Don't believe..."

The wind blew the woman's long blackness, revealing a pale and beautiful face, soaked by the rain, and she stood there alone, her eyes looking desperate and sad.

That's...she?!

"No--"

Qi Ye ran to the near place, and there was a loud "bang", as if the heaven and earth were shaking at this moment. The ancient death knives were ringing, and the corpse and blood were seas. It seemed that the god of death was dancing in the dark.

"Young Madam, Young Madam--"

An anxious call came from his ears, and Ye Weilan's body was pushed hard by someone. She let out a "ah" and finally woke up from the nightmare.

Cheng'er wiped her face with a veil: "It's okay, young lady, don't be afraid, you just had a nightmare."

nightmare?

Ye Weilan's blank eyes suddenly became very wide. She pounced down from the bed, moving so fast that even Cheng'er couldn't hold it.

She rushed to the table, her wrist hit the corner of the table, and without caring about the pain, she picked up her cell phone and called Qi Ye.

Her hands kept shaking, but she was not panicked at all.

"Quickly answer, quickly answer, quickly answer..." She stared at her phone and murmured to herself as if she was obsessed with it.

Seeing that her situation was wrong, Cheng'er immediately went out to find the twins.
Chapter completed!