nderstood.Because, we have sympathy for each other.One can only imagine the pain of being a bastard son.After all, it was his own flesh and blood, so he felt sympathy for the child and pity for him.Li...Especially at eleven o'clock in the evening, her right eyelid kept twitching. As the saying goes, "left eye jump for wealth, right eye jump for disaster", will something happen to Yimo

Ji Yushan couldn't help but get up from the bed, her ten fingers crossed and clasped tightly against her chest. She stood by the window, facing the starry night sky and praying.

I hope Imou is safe and sound....

The next day.

Leng Ye Chen woke up first, he rubbed his temples in pain as he sat up from the sofa. He glanced down at the blanket on his body and then looked back at the plate of pastries on the work table, and suddenly became alert.

He fumbled around on his person for a while before finding his custom-made phone on the nearby tea table.

When he opened his phone, he received a call from Lian Huasheng.

"A-Chen, you finally answered the phone! Is something wrong with you" Lian Huasheng asked anxiously.

In the cold night, Shen Que asked in return, "What about Yimo Is she safe"

"You...what happened to you last night I couldn't get in touch with you at all, and..."

"I ask you, what about Yi Mo Is she safe"

"

"Speak!"

"I'll send you a video, just take a look yourself!" Lian Huasheng then hung up the phone.

One minute later, the phone screen popped up with video content.

"Despair Your beloved seems to know this is a trap and refuses to come save you." The Eighth Master said arrogantly while pointing his pistol at Tong Yimo who stood on the edge of the cliff.

Several white beams of flashlight illuminated Tong Yimo's face, making her complexion appear pale.

The sea wind tousled her long hair. She wore only a thin coat and a long dress, the hem of which fluttered in the breeze.

Facing the Eighth Master's questioning, she didn't utter a word. Instead, she shifted her steps and slowly approached the edge of the cliff.

After eleven o'clock, if Leng Ye Chen doesn't come, I will shoot you to hell. The Eighth Master's cold voice sounded again.

Originally, Tong Yimo had no focus in her eyes. Suddenly, her eyes turned towards the camera.

Her raven hair flowed past her ears, cascading down to her neck and swaying at her chin.

Behind her stretched an endless ocean, swallowed by the night, and the sound of waves crashing against the rocks.

Tong Yimò looked at the camera, a slight upturn at the corner of her mouth, a serene smile on her face.

When she opened her arms, she thought she was enjoying the sea breeze, but the next second, she leaned back and lay down.

"Stop her! " Eight Master commanded, and the camera began to shake.

The video was pitch black, with only the sound of water splashing when something fell in.

"Eight Master, what should we do now"

"If someone is alive, we must see them. If they are dead, we must see their body! Send people to the sea to retrieve them!"

"Yes!"

The sound in the video then became chaotic.

Cold Night, after tossing his phone to the floor in frustration, got up without another word and left the basement.

With a heavy thud.

The door slammed against the wall with a deafening bang, jolting Ji Yasha awake. She instinctively sat up from the bed and looked towards the door. Cold Ye approached her, his expression grim, sword brows furrowed.

He strode towards her, his steps as swift as the wind. As he got close, he raised his hand and a black pistol pressed against her forehead.

Before he could speak, a masculine voice from behind him boomed out first.

"Ah Chen, put down your gun!" Ye Ye Leng Yi Feng raised a handgun, pointing it at Leng Ye Chen's nape, slowly approaching Ji Ya Shan's bed.

Cold Night's hand, gripping the gun tightly, was frozen mid-air. He pointed it unmovingly at Ji Ya Shan's forehead. Veins bulged on the back of his hand as anger turned his black eyes bloodshot, and a chilling aura of killing intent emanated from him.

Seeing Leng Yechen's reaction, Ji Yushan understood that Mo might be in grave danger.

She calmly closed her eyes and said, with a resigned air, "If Ye Chen wants to kill me, then just kill me! After all, you saved my life twice. My life already belongs to you. If killing me can give you satisfaction, then shoot."

Upon hearing Ji Yushan's words, Leng Yechen remained unmoved and calmly closed the safety valve.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Leng Yifeng swiftly rushed over, grabbed his wrist, and lifted it towards the ceiling.

With a deafening bang, a bullet shattered the ceiling lamp, sending it crashing to the floor.

Ji Yushan was so frightened that she covered her ears and furrowed her brow.

"She begged me to save you, even threatening to use her child as leverage. What have you done" Leng Ye's voice was rough as he questioned.

"It doesn't matter what happened before anymore, your enemy now is Mr. Mo, not Yashen!" Lord Ten, Leng Yifei, held onto Leng Yesen's body and dissuaded him urgently.

Ji Yushan's nose soured, tears welling up in her eyes. She bit her lower lip painfully and choked out, "I will spend my whole life atoning for this. As long as you and A-Shi live well, you can do anything you want to me!"

Leng Ye Chen stared at Ji Ya Shan, his eyes cold and piercing. Suddenly, he fell silent.

Ten Ye Leng Yifei saw that he was motionless, thinking he would let go, so he released Leng Yeshen.

Unbeknownst to him, Leng Yechen suddenly raised his gun again, catching him off guard and firing a shot at Ji Yushan.

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