Qi Ye took it over and pressed it open, and he saw a strange number.

It should have been called by Death.

He looked down at Ye Weilan: "Call Bai Yi back immediately."

"yes."

The people in the room retreated like a flow of water. Qi Ye squatted down and stared at her eyes: "Lan."

Ye Weilan looked at him, but she seemed not looking at him, her eyes full of fear.

That damn old bastard!

He could be sure that Ye Weilan was not only scared, but also likely was hypnotized to some extent by the God of Death through his voice.

She has never avoided the dark memories of her childhood, and it can even be said to be the most terrifying node in her life.

Death wants to bring her back?

She also deliberately reminded her of the horrifying memories of her childhood. Why?

What kind of thought did he think about Ye Weilan?

If he loved Qin Yuling deeply and was almost the same as her daughter, even if she was not his biological child, he should not be treated so cruelly!

At this moment, Qi Ye hated Qin Yuling, and Ye Weilan's lifelong pain was brought by that woman!

It has nothing to do with reason, it is just biased.

Qi Ye looked at her pale face, and the green blood vessels on her plain white wrists could see clearly. He suddenly began to flip through Ye Weilan's phone, find the three words "old pervert", and pressed out without hesitation.

It took a while before the connection was connected.

Perlangodo's lazy and smiling voice came from it: "hi, ange1, do you miss me?"

Qi Ye made a sentence in a scattered manner: "Lan is hit by the soul-catching technique of the God of Death, help her untie it immediately!"

Perrin paused for a moment, and then felt aggrieved: "You are so fierce..."

Qi Ye put his phone on Ye Weilan's hand and said softly, "Lan, your old pervert."

Ye Weilan kept replaying a scene in his mind, the black coffin, the man's terrifying eyes, and a terrifying suffocation feeling came from his neck...

She was breathing poorly, her face was a little purple, but she was not completely stupid. She could still hear Qi Ye calling the old pervert. Before she could pick up her phone, Perlangodo said something.

"The umbrella is on your body, but you can't use it, two little fools!"

Umbrella?

Qi Ye narrowed his cold eyes and suddenly thought of something. He took out a string of crystal necklace from Ye Weilan's neck, opened the angel pendant, and a cold and gentle singing came from it.

"I'm waiting for you in spring, and tears turn into rain..."

Mother's singing...

Ye Weilan wet his eyes slightly, and the illusion in her mind gradually dissipated. She held the angel pendant with a sad expression.

"Qin Yuling is the biggest nemesis of the God of Death," Perlangodo's tone was faintly sad: "She is the only person who is not controlled by the God of Death. That necklace is a gift she left to her daughter, and she wears it well."

After saying that, Perlangodo hung up the phone.

Ye Weilan looked at the necklace and couldn't speak for a long time.

Qi Ye squatted in front of her with a slender body, and his dark starry eyes were very quiet.

Ye Weilan opened her arms and hugged his neck.

Qi Ye hugged her soft and slender body. She was very thin, so thin that it scared him.

The young couple hugged quietly for a while before Ye Weilan spoke: "Qi Ye, that person said he could cure my legs."

Qi Ye's black eyes suddenly shone brightly.
Chapter completed!