Ye Weilan looked at her son and daughter. There was no trace of injury on them, but Xiaoxue...

Xiaoxue's whole body was shaking. She slowly raised her head, her crying big eyes were filled with two packs of tears, looking at the red blood on Ou Ruoqinghan's white clothes, and there was a kind of tranquil fear in the child's pure big eyes...

Ye Weilan hurriedly hugged her, and she held her daughter's face, and her whole heart was raised: "Xiaoxue..."

Qi Ye pressed the little daughter's shoulder and his face turned a little pale.

There was chaos under the platform, and there were screams of being trampled and kicked everywhere. Then, the three big and one small above did not take a look at it.

Xiao Yechen didn't quite understand why his mommy and daddy were so nervous. He just looked at his sister's little face that suddenly became dull, and felt a little chill in his heart.

"Xiaoxue..." Ye Weilan grabbed Xiaoxue's arm with both hands, and tears fell from anger: "Baby, you cry...please... cry..."

Her daughter had just experienced such a tragic scene not long ago. She lost a person who once depended on each other. She was only two years old and didn't know anything. Although she always smiled sweetly, the little baby often cried and cried for "fear" and "Uncle Guigui" when having nightmares at night. How could she hide it from her mother...

Now, this scene is happening in front of her again, this time it is her grandfather...

"Xiaoxue, you cry," Ye Weilan hugged her out of control and seemed to have lost all her spiritual energy and perception. She shook her little body, and tears flowed down like a stream: "Mommy is here, okay, can you cry? Daddy will beat the bad guy away, Mommy will protect you, not be afraid or afraid..."

Xiaoxue had no expression, and her eyes fell on the bright red, and she seemed to be stupid.

Just as Ye Weilan raised her hand tremblingly and was about to hit Xiaoxue, her other hand quickly grabbed her wrist and stopped her movements.

The temperature of the hand was extremely cold and very cold. She turned around and met Ou Ruoqinghan's pale face. He was shot so many times, and the wound on his body was still bleeding, but he was still standing straight. One hand slowly stroked Xiaoxue's blank eyes, with a touch of sad desolation in his tone: "Grandpa is fine..."

Two tears rolled down from the cold palm, and the child's tears rolled down like broken pearls. Xiaoxue shed tears. At first, she just cried, then sobbed quietly, and finally she burst into tears: "Mommy..."

Ye Weilan hugged her and patted her shoulders, almost integrating this little body into her bones and blood: "Mommy is here, Xiaoxue is not afraid..."

Looking at the mother and son crying, Qi Ye's eyes were so dark that they were not bottomless. His fists were clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were pounding.

Xiao Yechen looked at it and felt frightened.

No one thought that such a thing would happen today. The massacre of the Holy See last night was that those people were already dead. Where did the enemy who came to Xiaoxue today emerge from?

Her baby who has just improved, I don’t know how long the shadow in her heart will last.

Ye Weilan's whole heart was tangled.

Xiao Yechen grabbed Ou Ruoqinghan's sleeve and looked at the gunshot wound on his body in fear: "Grandpa, Xiaojiu goes to see the doctor..."
Chapter completed!