Chapter 2 The Evil Wolf Who Destroyed the Lan Family's Century-Old Foundation

"Wen Muchu, your bones will be devoured by beasts, and the position of your president, Wanli Rivers and Mountains, will be accepted by me. And this woman, if you like it, I will leave it to you... For her, you will My life is lost, I should fulfill your deep friendship..."

Lan Xiao widened her eyes and looked at Lou Yucheng in disbelief: "What are you talking about?"

Lou Yucheng's cold gaze passed to her faintly, his lips smirked, and he said softly, word by word: "I killed your father, your grandparents, and your younger brother. It's not his Wen Muchu who ruined the family, but my Lou Yucheng..."

"Even the rape incident back then was planned and planned by me. As for Wen Muchu, he was always just a scapegoat... Lan Xiao, the man you hated for so many years is actually the one who treats you. The person who took heart and lungs. It's a pity that you killed him with your own hands... Haha... How can there be a woman as stupid as you in this world?"

She raised her head and looked at him blankly, as if looking at a stranger.

The next moment, the dark muzzle of the gun touched her forehead.

"The fault was in the past. Your father shouldn't have brought me back to the Lan family, and he shouldn't have let my family be destroyed. All of this is retribution..."

Lan Xiao suddenly remembered that the first time he saw Lou Yucheng was when he was ten years old.

That year, the goose feather snow fell all over the mausoleum city. My father opened the gate of the villa and brought back a boy with ragged clothes, dirt on his face, but bright eyes.

Lan Shanhua would never know that what he brought back was not a benefactor who could give his daughter a happy harbor, but a wolf who destroyed the Lan family's century-old foundation.

A gunshot rang out, the bullet penetrated between her eyebrows, her body fell straight back, her eyes widened, and she fell on Wen Muchu's body.

When his eyes gradually lost focus, he caught a glimpse of a woman with a charming face and a graceful figure snuggling on Lou Yucheng's shoulders.

They stared indifferently at Lan Xiao, whose head had been blown off by a gun, and their eyes were cold, like ice and snow that had not melted in a thousand years, completely freezing her heart.

That woman was her half-sister, and she loved her younger sister who had been in love with her for decades.

She treated them with all her heart and heart, but in the end, in exchange for their cruelest treatment, a tear of blood slid down from the corner of Lan Xiao's eyes, and her hatred and regret were mixed into the tears.

During the confusion, she only felt a wet patch on her finger, and then it became hot, as if a fire rushed up.

She looked up at her finger in a daze, but saw that her blood and Wen Muchu's blood met, dyeing the ruby ​​ring on her index finger that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Lan family. ——

...

When Lan Xiao woke up again, it was in a dark place where he couldn't see his fingers.

A strong bloody smell could be smelled between the nostrils.

The smell made her uncomfortable, she couldn't help but snorted and turned over.

When she turned over, she didn't know what to touch on her forehead. She groaned in pain and quickly covered her head.

Wait, she remembered that when she died, the head shot by Lou Yucheng opened a flower.

She quickly touched her forehead. Something was wrong. The skin on her forehead was just torn a little, and there was no blood.

A gust of cold wind hit her, and she curled up coldly and hugged tightly into a ball.

What's worse, she still knows the cold and the pain?

Don't dead people feel cold or pain? Why, her forehead hurts so much, and the cold wind is so piercing?