After saying this, Mrs. Sikong couldn't help but stop and wipe the corners of her eyes. She was so sad that she could no longer speak.
Ruilin?
Lan analysis?[
who are they?
Haiyue couldn't understand what the old lady was saying at all, so she could only stand there quietly and listen.
Yi Zhentian's mood suddenly became angry because of the old lady's words, and he immediately asked a lot of questions, "Failed?! Damn the old lady? What do you mean by failed? Do you mean they failed to survive?"
Even if he doesn’t survive, so what? When Lan Xi died, the person he loved was Ruilin!”
"No..." Mrs. Sikong wanted to deny it, but was immediately interrupted sternly by Yi Zhentian.
"But no matter who Lan Xi loves, it is no longer important to me." Yi Zhentian said, suddenly laughing evilly.
Haiyue and Mrs. Sikong were so horrified by Yi Zhentian's laughter that they couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Yi Zhentian looked at them and waved his hand. All the people in black in the living room began to retreat. When there were only a few of them left in the living room and no one else, Yi Zhentian walked to Mrs. Sikong's room.
In front of him, he said, "Old lady, do you know how Wu Songruilin and Sikong Lanxi died back then?"
Mrs. Sikong gasped, her eyes widened suddenly, and she looked at Yi Zhentian, "Yi, Yi Zhentian, you... what do you mean by this?!"
"What do you mean?" Yi Zhentian sneered mockingly, sat on the sofa opposite them, picked up the cigar on the table, took a puff, slowly exhaled a white mist, and then said, "Old woman, you are so smart,
Don’t you know what I mean?”
"You -" Old Mrs. Sikong suddenly pushed Haiyue and Li Hakka away and rushed to Yi Zhentian. Her wrinkled and withered hands tightly grasped Yi Zhentian, her voice trembled, "You - back then
The car accident was you - it was you! You killed my Lan Xi and Ruilin!"