The sound of crying sounded in the room. Ye Han, Julian and others walked to the door and fell silent when they saw the woman crying inside.

Ye Han had already prepared for this. He just stood for a while and sighed. Julian and others naturally had nothing to say. Lingjing had quite outstanding capital, but she had always been left alone in the music academy, and after four years of

She hadn't even returned home yet, so everyone probably guessed that she had something sad, but they never thought that she would be so sad after showing it. As outsiders, they had no right to comment on these things, so they took a few glances and spent some time in the living room.

After the meeting, they said goodbye to Ye Han one after another. Julian's expression was a little complicated, but in the end he couldn't think about it. He just said to her to have a good rest and not to worry too much.

The crowd gradually dispersed from home. Ye Han closed the door outside, took a look at the bedroom door, turned it open again, and gently closed the door. He took out a bottle of wine from the box next to the TV cabinet and sat on the sofa.

Pour yourself a glass and drink it in small sips.

The crying continued in the room for a long time, and then gradually turned into choking. In many years, this was probably the hardest time she cried. However, mentally, she woke up not long after crying. The tears and sounds stopped.

Unable to stop herself, she stretched out her hand to wipe away the bursting tears, and raised the document in her hand to read. She didn't stop crying until she finished reading. She looked sideways at her mother's face with her red eyes, shook her head, and thought

I wanted to say something, but I was choked and drowned in the roar. After a long time, I shook my head mechanically again: "I... I don't believe it..."

Duan Jingxian stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears on her face. She shook her head and said in a soft voice: "I don't want to believe it either..."

"Then what happened..." The choked voice made Lingjing seem to have returned to her childhood. She looked at her mother. There was an unconvincing stubbornness in her tone. Duan Jingxian's eyes lowered: "We did not see the family members who became ill later.

Ming, I saw him a few times in September, but after October, he refused to see us anymore... Your father inquired through contacts and said that he got sick while he was in the hospital. We put him on parole for medical treatment, but he refused to see us.

Anyone, that kid’s character…”

It's just a few words now. However, I can't imagine how anxious the Ye couple were when they first learned about Jiaming, how much anxiety they experienced, how many paths they walked and how many obstacles they encountered. In the past four years,

Time, they didn't dare to tell their daughter what happened. No matter how much they missed her, they didn't dare to ask her to come back and see her on the phone... The mother wiped her tears.

"He is like that. He has a good personality since he was a child. He has promised to do everything, but he refuses to talk about it when he has difficulties. He doesn't want to let everyone know that he has such a disease. He sent you and Shasha away. He probably feels that he

There's nothing to worry about. Your father and I don't dare to tell you the matter because you are also stubborn. You could stay in Vienna for four years and not come back for this matter... He apologized to us the last time we met him.

, he said he was sorry to you and to us, but he is also my and your father’s child. He said he wanted to write a letter to you, but he couldn’t write anything..."

"In September 2001, someone came over and told us that Jia Ming... passed away... It was your former classmate named Dongfang Road. He sent a notice from the prison and a doctor's certificate. A lot of mess, he

Said... Jiaming refused to see anyone before he passed away... His cemetery is on Guanyin Ridge outside the city, and I will take you there to see him tomorrow..."

The room became quiet, with warm yellow lights, dust floating in the air, and a moth circling around the lampshade. Ling Jing sat there with an unspeakable sadness on her cheeks. Her eyes looked towards the void beside her mother.

In the midst of it, when the tears flowed silently, it seemed as if light powder spread out in the air. The sadness fell on the lake on the other side of the world...

At the same moment, the seaside of Jianghai City was more than ten miles away from the Ye Family Martial Arts School.

Under the moonlight, in the quiet sea, the lonely villa on the nearby mountainside was shining with brilliant lights, just like a palace located in the mountains.

This is not a famous villa area in Jianghai City. However, people nearby probably know that this mountain by the sea is owned by a wealthy developer. The plan was made and groundbreaking was started. However, the plan was later shelved for no reason. It is said that the development

After the business went bankrupt, it was acquired by others and has never been mentioned again. However, they had built a sample house before that, and it had been used by others in the past few years. There were often outsiders coming in and out with different identities.

Every night, the bright lights light up on the tomb-like building base of the mountain. It doesn't have a luxurious flavor, but it feels a bit post-modern.

Now, in a room on the second floor of the villa, a man is reporting work to the person on the other side of the big screen.

"...Currently we are not sure of the whereabouts of Kong Jianchen. According to the information we have received so far, several groups in Europe encountered extremely powerful enemies. Li Yunxiu fled with Kong Jianchen under the cover of all team members.

, but was eventually caught up, and is currently in an endangered state. The whereabouts of Kongjianchen are unknown. It is certain that the enemy has not obtained it. As for the news that things will appear in Jianghai, it is purely based on Miss Dongfang Ruo's premonition.

, Mr. Fang has arrived with Miss Dongfang this afternoon. It is said that...accompanying him is Teacher Huiqing who has been living in seclusion in Mount Emei..."

"Huiqing..." Upon hearing this name, Ying Haisheng on the other side of the screen frowned, "Given how much she cares about that little girl, this is not surprising. Things will become very difficult for you.

You cannot let them know your purpose, and there must be no direct conflict. I will continue to send five groups of people up, led by Ke Fangyu, and you must cooperate with his work."

"Yes... In addition, we noticed that Ye Lingjing returned to Jianghai at seven o'clock yesterday afternoon..."

"Ye Lingjing? That's..."

"One of Gu Jiaming's former girlfriends went to the Vienna Conservatory of Music to study piano four years ago. You once told us to pay attention to the movements of these people."

Ying Haisheng was silent for a moment: "Gu Jiaming is dead. Ignore her for now, you should do your best to do the job at hand now. The dust of the sky... must not be allowed to be obtained by the prophetess..."

"yes."

After the connection was disconnected, the man in front of the screen was silent for a long time, frowned slightly, and looked out the window to the side: "Ke Fangyu... hum..."

He turned around and took two steps, and was about to turn off the lights when he suddenly stopped by the door. He turned around and seemed to hear something, then shook his head. The moment the lights in the room went out, a gunshot suddenly came from below, and a noisy sound...

…

He quickly pulled out his pistol and rushed to the window in a few steps. The light shook the scattered figures. There was chaos below. There was a body floating on the swimming pool. Blood spread on the water. Then there was another gunshot. He

He raised his hand and pressed the intercom. He lowered his voice and said, "What's going on..."

"No, I don't know..."

"Can't see the enemy..."

"Axiang and Ale are dead..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a huge vibration below, as if a car had knocked down the wall, and the lighting in the entire villa shook. He turned around and was about to walk out when there was a sound of glass breaking behind him, and a sharp pain penetrated his body.

, the bright sword tip pierced out from the chest, and blood dripped...

"Well……"

The next moment, the sword edge was retracted, and blood surged into his mouth. He turned around slowly. Outside the window was the peaceful sea, with the bright moon hanging on the sea emitting soft light. A European man wearing a white tuxedo stood there.

In the void outside the window, blond hair was tied into a ponytail, green and soft eyes, and the silver thin sword reflected the moonlight. The man was wiping it with a handkerchief, and then nodded and smiled at him like a gentleman - this is what he saw

The last scene we arrived at was that the ground was in chaos, with short black figures scurrying left and right like trapped animals. This was a special day.

A group of guards rushed through the passage. When they disappeared around the corner, the wall next to them suddenly collapsed and turned into stone powder on the ground. The short figure struggled for a long time before getting up, panting from exhaustion.

In the light, a wrinkled face was reflected, like an old man who was hundreds of years old.

After carefully examining the surrounding environment, he knew that this time was different from the last time in Europe. That time he regained his strength after a long period of recuperation and then broke through, and the other party already knew his strength. The period after waking up

During this time, these people had been using drugs to put him into a dazed state, or draining a large amount of his blood. This time, there was something wrong with the base, and the machine suddenly malfunctioned, and he finally found a chance to break out.

"As long as...as long as I can get out...kill you all...I must kill you all..."

It has been many years since I have experienced such an embarrassing thing. Ever since I met the little boy holding a box in the ancient catacombs nearly ten years ago, bad luck seemed to be hanging over my head.

He went from one laboratory to another and fell asleep intermittently so many times. But it doesn't matter, he has almost endless life. As long as he can regain his strength, everything will still be fine... As long as he can get out this time, he will definitely

Be careful no matter how small you are

With such thoughts, he broke through several layers of guards, and then he realized something - it seemed that another group of people had also invaded the base. When he passed through a short passage, he suddenly spotted a figure in front of him.

Shaking, a large group of guards were rushing over from that side. Just as he was about to turn around, several figures were painted into two parts on the wall, as if even the shadows had been cut open by an invisible sharp blade. A certain familiar feeling came from the bottom of his heart.

As you ascend, the sound of footsteps—the sound of high heels—comes from the passage ahead.

Then, a black figure walked out from over there.

The woman has a high collar, a long and gorgeous black cloak, wavy black hair, beautiful eyes as cold as daggers, and lips as red as blood. When she saw him, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

An arc of laughter. With a click, the figure had already crossed a distance of more than ten meters.

"long time no see……"

"dimension……"

The dwarf's body trembled uncontrollably, and he turned around to leave. The phantom flashed, and the woman was already in front of him. She grabbed his skinny neck and pinned him to the wall behind him with one hand.

"Earl...I miss you very much..."

"Victoria...Victoria..."

"I'm so glad you still remember my name..."

That stunningly beautiful face came close to him, and the woman named Victoria exhaled like blue. She looked at his face with a smile. Although the woman in front of him was so beautiful, what the count felt at this time seemed to be only endless fear.

"I, I, I...I can explain, I have been..."

"Is it a natural limitation? You were just short before, but now... it really makes me feel sick..." Ignoring what he said, the woman looked at him several times, then turned his head to the side, and let go of the dwarf with her slender fingers.

neck. He opened his mouth with a scream of fear and bit down...

Half a minute later, the count's body fell to the ground. The woman closed her eyes, raised her head in a selfless manner, and spit out blood-red mist from her mouth.

Under the same night sky, the streets of Hong Kong.

The car drove back to the hotel. It was almost midnight, and Mu Qingqing and others got out of the car.

"Ms. Fang is really enthusiastic. The autographed photos and the limited edition CD she promised to give me are really great." Mo Mo hugged the photo and looked at it countless times in the car. At this time, it was still

She couldn't help but want to kiss him more, and then looked at Jiaming who was silent on the side, "She must have owed Gu Jiaming a lot of money before..."

Ding Xiong smiled: "It can be seen from what he said later that Jiaming must have been a very capable songwriter in the past. He must have helped Miss Fang a lot. By the way, there were rumors before that Miss Fang's boyfriend

My friend was a song writer. Did he break up later? Could it be him?"

"It's not good at all." Mo Mo shrugged, "Miss Fang's boyfriend is also writing songs now. And his name is not Gu Jiaming."

With their own questions, several people said goodbye at the door of the hotel. Xiaopang wanted to send Mo Mo home, and Ding Xiong planned to hang out in the bar again, so only Mu Qingqing and Jia Ming took the elevator upstairs. There was no one else.

In the elevator, Mu Qingqing frowned and looked at Jiaming several times: "Who are you? Really, even Fang Yusi knows you. You are so enthusiastic..."

Such questions are still unanswered. The two of them had rooms on the fifth floor of the hotel and got out of the elevator. They each took out their keys. Since Jia Ming did not have any problems in taking care of himself, and with Ding Xiong here, the two of them naturally

It is impossible to live together again to avoid ambiguity. They each have a room. She is 512, and Jia Ming is 514. Mu Qingqing opened the door and said good night. For some reason, Jia Ming handed over the card key.
To be continued...