Shanka walked out of the building suspiciously, turned around and looked upstairs. Facing a certain window upstairs, Leng Yiran was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking into the distance, like a bottle sculpture, cold and without warmth.
Shanka shuddered, tightened her clothes, and immediately walked away quickly.
The cold was still unable to relieve the depression and depression in his heart. The cold wind ruffled his dark hair and disturbed the deep pool of futility under his eyes. Everywhere was cold and lonely.
He was horrified when he learned of her narrow escape on Easter Island;
Knowing that she would do such a decisive thing in order to save Yan Shengjie's child, instead of being angry, she was filled with pity.
Does she really love him so deeply?
Now, he just wants to know, where is she?
He had sent people to look for her everywhere she could go, but there was still no news. He and the people from the Ghost Sect were trying their best to find her whereabouts, even if they were hiding in the prison of Alcatraz Island.
They will also find out!
Leng Yiran narrowed his deep eyes. Could it be that someone was helping her?
Who is the one?
Turning around, his long fingers tapped lightly on the table, again and again, without any rhythm.
Suddenly, his fingers stopped and he raised his head, his eyes flashing with sharp luster.
He is the only one who has this ability to continuously evade the pursuit of ghosts and the mafia - Pashi!
Shanka returned to the mansion left by her grandfather to her and her sister. A tall, bald man walked towards her. When he saw Shanka, he greeted Shanka very politely, "Miss Shanka."
Shanka smiled and said, "Oh, it's Uto, are you here to see your sister?"
Wu Tuo nodded, didn't say much, and walked out without saying anything.
Shanka didn't pay attention at all, went upstairs, came to Nika's room, knocked on the door, "Sister, are you there?"
"Is it Shanka? Come in."
Shanka opened the door and saw Nika sitting on the balcony drinking afternoon tea. She was wearing a white shawl and her brown hair was spread softly behind her head. The sun cast a beautiful silhouette on her body. She
His eyes fell on the man sitting in the car outside, and a touch of disdain escaped from the corner of his mouth.
"Sister, why does Utuo keep coming to see you these days?" Shanka asked casually.
Nika turned back and asked, "Did you go to Leng Yiran's place?"
"Yeah," Shanka came closer, sat across from her, and said, "I just want to find out about Weaver Star..."
Before she could finish her words, a cup of hot tea in front of her was suddenly splashed on her face, "Ah--" Shanka screamed and jumped up, her delicate little face burned red by the milk tea.
"Sister, you..."
Nika looked at her coldly - her only relative in the world.
"Do you have any brains? Now go find Leng Yishi? Do you want to reveal my true identity to him?!"
"Sister..." Shanka was stunned, a little at a loss.
Nika stood up, came closer, looked at the tears welling up in her big eyes, and sneered, "Why, do you feel aggrieved? After grandpa died, if I hadn't worked hard to support him, do you think Leng Yiran would have kept us till now? Let's do that.
Can we live in a big house and be well fed and clothed?!"
Shanka looked at her sister in astonishment and stepped back step by step.
"Remember, it's me who saved our family! It's me who allows you to continue to be your eldest lady comfortably!"
Shanka nodded blankly, "I...I know..."
Nika smiled, picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped away the tea stains on her face, "It's good to know. From now on, you must obey me."
Looking at her sister's leaving figure, Shanka fell down on the chair. The pain on her face was far less profound than the pain in her heart. Her shoulders were shaking, and tears rolled down her eyes. Since her grandfather died, everything has changed.
!Leng Yiyi has changed, and my sister has also changed. What is left that has not changed?
She suddenly missed Zhixing and the relaxed and innocent days in Dallas. Although they could not completely trust her, they still accepted her like a friend...
She lay on the table and closed her eyes, "Weaver Star..."
*……*
"Ugh... ugh..."
On the bumpy old fish boat, Zhi Xing was lying on the bow of the boat, vomiting violently. Pa Shi was standing on the side, with his arms folded, looking impatient.
Zhi Xing was about to vomit gall, and she really had no strength, so she sat weakly on the side. But when she smelled the unpleasant fishy smell in the boat, she felt retching again. She finally suppressed it, and she finally
He raised his head and glared at Pashi in an accusatory manner, "Why do you want to sneak across?!"
"If you don't cross the border illegally, do you still have to take a plane with your passport?" Pa Shi snorted coldly, "Should I book you a first-class cabin again?"
Zhi Xing was choked by him and became speechless. She stared at him. She didn't expect that a man's mouth could be more poisonous than hers!
She turned around bitterly and faced the sea, not intending to pay attention to him.
"Hey," Pashi called her from behind.
"What are you doing?" Zhixing roared angrily. Because he had just vomited violently and lacked confidence, his roar was like a kitten having a tantrum.
When he raised his eyes, he saw a small gray-brown fruit that he handed over, exuding a delicate fragrance.
"This is……"
Pashi threw it to her and said, "Eat it and you can survive until you get off the boat."
He took it, put it under his nose and smelled it, and the nausea in his chest felt much better. When Zhixing smiled, she knew that Pashi was a person with a hard mouth and a soft heart!
Finally, the fishing boat sailed out of the Gulf of Mexico and arrived at Yucatan, located in the northern part of the Yucatan Peninsula.
After landing on the shore, Zhi Xing wanted to just lie down on the shore and never get up again. Pa Shi put a big straw hat on her head and threw her a geometric-colored cloak, "This is K
This is the Party's territory, and people from the ghost gate will not come here easily."
Seeing him walking leisurely in front, the robe he was wearing was very close to the local national costume and did not look so out of place. Zhixing put on his hat, lowered the brim, and followed him.
Pa Shi walked very slowly, with his sinister eyes, he kept paying attention to his surroundings. Feeling that the people behind him had not followed, he looked back and raised his eyebrows impatiently, "With your speed, you can sleep directly on the bed at night."
It's on the street." After all, he stopped where he was and waited for her. He even waved for a rickshaw and said, "Come up."
Zhixing looked at him gratefully and said, "Thank you."
To Zhixing's surprise, Pashi could speak fluent Spanish, which saved them a lot of trouble, and they arrived at a small farmhouse in the south very smoothly.
"This is where?"
Pashi walked in first and opened the door directly, "It's very safe here. You will stay here until you give birth to the child."
Zhixing was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, "You mean...my child can be saved?!"
Pa Shi turned his head and raised his eyebrows, "If you don't try it, how do you know it can't work?"