Xuanyuan Wuheng hurriedly waved his hand and told him that Luo Feng and Qu Miaoning were entangled with the remaining killers. Seeing that the killers were moving from time to time, they had to retreat quickly.

Xuanyuan Wuheng's eyes were condensed, he withdrew his sword blade, and shouted in a deep voice at the escaped killer: "Go back and tell your master that the next time he meets him is the day to take his life!"

Yuan Xiaofan was stunned for a moment, and Weiran fell down along the man in a daze, falling heavily to the ground. After reacting, she ran over quickly, squatted down tremblingly, hugged Weiran tightly, and she burst into tears...

At this time, a wheelchair slowly slid out of the darkness with difficulty.

The cold corpse was piled up horizontally and vertically on the ground. At first glance, people couldn't help but tremble all over.

Dongfang Ling put away the hidden weapon in his hand, slid step by step towards Yuan Xiaofan, bowed down, stretched out his hand, and tried to touch the cute little face.

A child who looks seventy or eighty-eight times like Xiaofan is so thin, with long eyelashes covering his eyes, as if he is sleeping, but he will never wake up again!

My heart hurts violently...

Yuan Xiaofan raised his eyes and stared at him, angrily slapped his hand off, and shouted coldly: "Don't touch him, what qualifications do you have to touch him? Get out of here!"

Donggang Lu Qiqiu looked at him with his eyes, and the pain flashed through his eyes almost suffocated him. He murmured: "Xiaofan, don't treat me like this? Tell me what happened?"

She only knows that she lost her memory after falling off the cliff and knew nothing about other things. He really doesn't know why she rejects herself so much.

Yuan Xiaofan hugged Weiran's cold body tightly, his lips trembled gently, his fingers touched his cheeks, and a feeling of being burned by ice immediately spread to the deepest part of his soul, slowly swallowing her. She looked at him expressionlessly and said coldly: "Dongfang Ling, how many times did I want me to say it, I have forgotten the right and wrong of the past, please don't bother me again in the future."

Whenever she saw Dongfang Ling's apologetic eyes, she knew that the incident of her being disfigured, poisonous and hoarse, and pushing her into the cliff was related to him, so he felt so guilty.

It is precisely because of those tragic things that she was so devastated that Weiran was weak and sickly after she was born. She only lived in this world for five short years, and she was suffering from illness and suffering from pain in these five years.

Dongfang Ling's face was so pale that she was trembling, and the sound of calling her name was trembling: "Xiaofan."

Yuan Xiaofan frowned and looked at him coldly, "Don't call me!"

Dongfang Ling looked at her in pain, stretched out his hand, blocked by her cold eyes, and said hoarsely: "Xiaofan, Weiran is my flesh and blood after all. Don't be so cruel, I just want to hug him."

Yuan Xiaofan suddenly smiled, his eyes as sharp as ice, "Yes, he is your flesh and blood, but you asked yourself, are you worthy of being his father? The first person to hug him is not you, the first person to open his eyes is not you, he was tortured by illness during his lifetime, and it is not you who stayed by his side. Apart from his mother, the second sentence he learned was uncle. When he was sick, he kept crying, vomiting blood, and comforting him was not you... She sneered and lifted Weiran's sleeves and trousers, her white and tender arms, legs were covered with large patches of blood, purple patches, and hideous and terrifying.
Chapter completed!