Qi Ye took off his coat and covered her body. He squatted down to see her legs. He noticed that the body temperature of his legs was cold. He was very dissatisfied, but he still showed her knees first: "Does it hurt?" He pressed gently.

Ye Weilan shook her head: "It doesn't hurt."

Qi Ye changed several positions one after another, and even heard her say it didn't hurt, so he felt relieved.

The Ye Emperor, who was majestic and cold just now, was another pair of young wives who were caring for his wife and slaves. This image changed too quickly, making it inexplicably unbearable for all subordinates.

Qi Ye carried Ye Weilan into his arms, wrapped her legs in a windbreaker, and looked at the woman on the ground with cold eyes.

Ye Weilan was also looking at her. This woman was the culprit who took Xiaojiu away.

Yan Shi walked to the position where Qi Ye fired the gun just now, picked up a layer of transparent white veil from the ground, and said twice, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

After Yan Shi said this, Ye Weilan suddenly felt chill.

The last time Yaodu almost killed Qi Ye, and this time another person appeared and almost killed Xiaojiu...

She felt her cheeks hurt for no reason and shouted whimsically: "Qi Ye, I'm going to have plastic surgery."

"You dare!" Meiren Qi glanced at her coldly: "What are you afraid of? No matter how many fakes there are, I will only recognize one of them."

The woman on the ground looked at the young couple and suddenly sneered, with a resentful look on her eyes: "Why do you have everything? But I can only be your shadow, and I will always live in a shameless place. My disgusting face ruined my whole life. I hate you!"

Ye Weilan's eyes were very light, and she looked up at the sky: "You are not qualified to hate me, and no one is lucky."

She has her suffering, but she doesn’t have her own suffering?

Even people as powerful as Death, Pope, and Perlangodo cannot escape the fate of their destiny?

Looking up, whom the sky bypasses?

Qi Ye rubbed her face, keenly recognizing something wrong, he lowered his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Weilan blinked his eyes, and the moment when his long eyelashes drooped, it covered the painful worry in his eyes, and smiled: "It's okay, I just feel so tired."

Qi Ye looked at her tired and pale cheeks: "If you are tired, go to bed, I'll deal with it next."

She tilted her head and lay on his shoulder, closing her eyes slightly.

"When did you know?" The woman's eyes were full of reluctance. Such a seamless plan and incredible guess. Why could they guess?

She didn't understand and was unwilling to give up. She fell from heaven to hell the moment she was about to succeed. The feeling of gap was difficult to express.
Chapter completed!