Shadow took Perlangodo to the hospital.

Qi Ye picked up his children and was about to take them to Ye Weilan, a strange noise suddenly came from the air.

His eyes turned cold and he jumped down the second floor with his two children.

At nearly ten meters, Qi Ye had one hand, his son and his daughter, and he had no way to leverage his strength.

When he landed on the ground, he half squatted on the lawn. Before he could come, a row of bullets came again.

Qi Ye rolled out on the spot with his two children in his arms and hid behind the rockery.

"Dad," Xiao Yechen looked at him and said, "You put Xiaojiu here."

With them, Qi Ye couldn't do it at all.

Qi Ye didn't look at him, took out his cell phone from his pocket and quickly connected to the Internet: "I'll tell you one thing: If you abandon your brother in the future when you encounter danger, you will not deserve to be my son."

Xiao Yechen lowered his head: "Xiao Jiu is just..."

"A son is as important as a daughter, and he is strict with you, just to prevent you from working too hard in the future."

While rebuilding the protective system that was once again breached, Qi Ye educated his own boy.

Xiao Yechen was stunned for a moment, and the grievances that had been buried in his heart for a long time suddenly faded.

He always thought that Qi Ye liked Xiaoxue more and that his daughter was very delicate in their house.

Now I know that my father doesn’t love him, but the way he loves him is different.

Qi Ye stuffed his phone into his hand and took his two children to avoid a wave of stray bullets: "If you have time to worry about these things, it is better to spend time killing the bastard on the other side!"

Xiao Yechen held his father's cell phone and started beating quickly in the rain of bullets.

In the dark sky, the blue light on the mobile phone screen became the only bright color.

From time to time, a bullet was brushing his cheek and flew past. Xiao Yechen's face did not change his color and pressed his fingers quickly.

A game of life and fate, and a contest between masters and masters begins.

...

While fighting in the dark night, a footstep quietly stepped into the palace.

The cold palace is empty.

He found the upstairs from downstairs and searched every corner of the room, but couldn't find the person he was looking for.

The visitor stopped in the only room with a closed door, slowly retreated for a while, and whispered to the microphone: "Is that woman not outside?"

"No! You're faster, that man is so perverted. He has killed so many people with two scoundrels. Damn! He's been counterattacked again-"

Before he finished speaking, the opposite side became a busy voice.

The visitor looked at the door with the password lock, thought for a while, and suddenly took out a small recorder from his body, pressed the play button, and placed it at the door.

Then, he stepped back and hid.

Ye Weilan knelt at the door and counted. Only by relying on this could she know how long it had been for the outside world.

"Forty-eight...sixty...eighty-one..."

When she counted "one hundred and twenty-six", she suddenly heard a crying sound from outside the door.

The sound was extremely low, like a weak cat, sobbing, and from time to time, accompanied by a soft voice calling for "Mommy"...

That was... Xiaoxue's crying...

Ye Weilan's heart was filled with a lot of grip. She opened her eyes wide and Xiaoxue was crying outside the door...

"Remember, unless I knock on the door, no matter who it is, I will not be allowed to open it!"

Qi Ye's advice came to his mind at this moment.
Chapter completed!