Just now, he told her to go home early.

Just one minute ago, he heard her voice.

But in a blink of an eye, she disappeared.

Qi Ye's eyes were cold and cold, and a violent aura flowed through his blood. His thin lips spoke like ice, and his tone was cold: "Search!"

...

In the ancient church, all the innocent singing of the children disappeared at some point.

Someone walked to the piano, lifted the woman's injured finger, and gently wiped it with a light blue veil, with gentle movements.

The woman sitting in front of the piano had an elegant and beautiful face, transparent tears kept rolling down, her face pale as paper, as if she had died once.

"Yu Ling," the man spoke softly, his tone as light as a hint of wind: "You almost broke the rules of the game."

"...Let them go..." She opened her lips and spoke with difficulty.

The man smiled: "Because of you, I let your eldest daughter go many times. You said you wanted to stay nearest to them, and I agreed, Yu Ling, you are a smart person, so you should understand that there are no saints in this world. It is already a great gift for me to not kill them directly. The rules of the game continue. I will send them to a place. Whether they can survive depends on who finds them first."

Her face instantly turned as if she was dead.

I have played such a game many times in the past, and each time it is endless torture.

"I'm still curious about how you used to help your little daughter escape the sanctions of fate," a slender finger raised her jaw, and her tone felt a little regretful: "If it weren't for that face, no one would have thought that she was born to you."

"Don't waste energy on this point," she wiped the tears from her face, her expression regained its firmness: "You know, I won't say it."

"It's the curse of twins. In order to get your little daughter away, you said you gave birth to twins and your son died prematurely," he sighed: "If this girl hadn't suddenly appeared, I almost believed it."

In Ou Ting's secret passage, she showed her little daughter completely to treat a girl similar to her eldest daughter. She was grateful but had no sense of closeness with blood. She had such profound acting skills, even he was fooled.

Over the years, neither the Pope nor the God of Death have paid any attention to that girl.

I really don't know if they should be said to be ruthless or have feelings...

If he hadn't been to attack the girl later, Qin Yuling would probably have admitted it.

It's a surprising headache...

She looked at the night outside the window, a curtain blocking the three people with blood thicker than water. She could hear their voices, and they could see her hands, so close and so far...

She looked at the dark lake, and the cold moonlight fell, which seemed to shine with the sadness and helplessness of fate at this moment.

"I believe my daughter will be fine," her cold eyes fell on the slender figure standing by the river, and suddenly softened: "No matter what kind of suffering you have experienced, someone loves and holds them and is willing to give everything for them, they will be very happy."
Chapter completed!