The wind in the middle of the night is filled with a bone-permeable coolness.&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan walked out of Xiao Yechen's room, and like a silly jade doll, she walked numbly to the stone bench in the garden and sat down.&1t;/p>

Her eyes were very hollow, as if all the tears of her life had dried up at that moment, and her face was terrible.&1t;/p>

She took out the phone number she took out from Xiaojiu's room and dialed a phone number.&1t;/p>

It took a long time before the connection was connected there, and Perlangodo's voice was sleepy, "What's wrong?"&1t;/p>

"Master..."&1t;/p>

Perlangodo was silent for a moment, but he hadn't heard Ye Weilan's sad voice for many years.&1t;/p>

The few times are all obstacles that cannot be overcome in life.&1t;/p>

"Did that boy tell you?"&1t;/p>

"Well, I want to know, so Xiaojiu said everything..." The dark past described in a light tone turned into sharp knives, cutting her heart into blood.&1t;/p>

It was a hell full of blood, darkness, grief and anger, and despair...&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan wailed, holding his face with his hands and lay on the stone table, "Why didn't I go to save him at that time? I knew he was in danger, I knew that the dead man would do terrible things to my child, why? Why wasn't I the one who died?!"&1t;/p>

She stabbed Xiaojiu with a knife.&1t;/p>

Perlangodo listened quietly to her crying. Many times, it is a kind of happiness to cry.&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan cried heartbrokenly. She had been unable to count how many years she had not cried so happily.&1t;/p>

Those questions I have always wanted to know finally got the answer tonight.&1t;/p>

She suffered a heart-wrenching pain and told him the terrible things little by little. Her lips were trembling, as if she wanted to grab the last life-saving straw...&1t;/p>

She said it for a long time, and Perlangodo also listened for a long time.&1t;/p>

When Ye Weilan finally finished speaking, she asked with hope, "Master, Xiaojiu is not dead, right? You know the reason, you must have a way to wake him up. The three of them are all my sons,..."&1t;/p>

Perlangodo was silent for a long time before saying, "Girl, whether from psychology or from the perspective of f1, the disappearance of personality is equivalent to murder."&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan raised her hand to cover her mouth, and her whole body trembled, "Is there really no way?"&1t;/p>

How would she believe that her Xiaojiu is dead...&1t;/p>

Her most well-behaved and cute son, no more...&1t;/p>

"Your son was born different from everyone. Not everyone is qualified to be called a little devil. His blood is born cold. In terms of talent, your little tiger is not as good as him. Since God has born this cold-hearted child, it is impossible for him to grow up carefreely. Even without you, he cannot escape the sanctions of his fate. He is destined to stay away from all the warmth and love men..."&1t;/p>

How can a child chosen by the God of Slaying have a kind side?&1t;/p>

So he hated his mother and fell in love with his cousin. Throughout his life, he was a sin.&1t;/p>
Chapter completed!