Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

　　 The door of the aseptic ward.

　　 Du Wei stood for a while, took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, then opened the door and walked in.

　　 The envelope has been released.

　　 The rest is to see who is the lucky one.

　　 in the ward.

　　Alex was lying on the bed quietly, covered with a sterilized quilt, his face was extremely pale.

Da da da……

　　 The sound of footsteps sounded.

　　 Du Wei walked to Alex. He looked at his girlfriend's thin face and couldn't help sighing. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

　　 People who don’t like fantasies never expect surprises.

　　 Du Wei sat in front of the hospital bed and reached out to touch Alex's hair.

　　 The silver hair is soft.

　　 relieved his tight spirit a lot.

"long time no see."

　　 Only Du Wei knows how many unspeakable emotions are mixed in this sentence.

　　 Before leaving last time, he left with anger.

　　 I don’t know the relationship between Alex and Minette yet.

　　 is the same person.

　　 Now, Du Wei has finally sorted out a little bit.

　　 He looked at Alex and said, "To this day, I finally know why you fell in love with me at first sight, and I also know that it is a pity that you and I get together less and more."

　　 "I don't regret my original choice."

　　 "What I regret is not able to give you a beautiful past. What I am sad is that I have regretted it, but I still cannot give you a better future based on this."

　　 Most people in this world have nothing to do with Du Wei.

　　 He doesn't care about those people either.

　　 What he thinks now is to give a perfect ending to the people he cares about and the people he loves, from Tom, Father Tony, Ryan, Lord Kane, and Alex, father-in-law and others.

　　 is the only one, he can only say this when Alex is unconscious.

　　 because...

　　 Du Wei and the evil spirit Du Wei's two plans are destined to be a sad result.

　　 1. Accept the reality calmly, and everyone except yourself can get out of this cycle.

　　 Second, drag the demons to die together.

　　 He is already exhausted.

　　 Her heart is full of holes, but even so, we still have to hold on to fight against Solomon's 72 Pillar Demon God.

　　 Du Wei has no one to be sorry for.

　　 But his choice, but in the future, he will certainly be sorry for Alex.

　　 "I have arranged the ending for you all."

　　 "But in this ending, I shouldn't be there."

　　 "So before that day, I will erase all the concepts about me. I know it is unfair to you, but this is the only thing I can do."

　　 Du Wei stood in front of Alex who was in a coma, and he said to himself something he wouldn't normally say.

　　 Gentleness is not an act, nor an attitude, and it has nothing to do with style.

　　 is a coat that fades away from impulsiveness, and is calm as water.

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the other side.

　　 at home in New York.

　　The antique clock is hanging on the wall alone.

　　 The mounting cabinet next to 　　 is already empty...

　　 Previously, there was Annabel at home.

　　 Now there are only antique clocks.

　　 The pointer is turning mechanically, and in the quiet night, the sound of turning is very obvious.

　　 A pale arm slowly stretched out from inside.

　　 The arms are slender and the fingers are slender.

　　 On the back of his hand, there is still a pattern that flickers brightly and dimly.

Ugh……

　　 The woman's sigh was extremely sad, empty as if it had come from the long past after hundreds of years.

　　 The hand stretched out to the distance, trying to grasp something, but the fingertips were trembling lightly, and finally they could only hang weakly.

　　 The woman’s voice was saying: “You only know that she fell in love with you at first sight, but you don’t know that I will guard you when you get Lamer’s Bell.”

　　 "But I can't let you know my existence."

　　 "I can't even come to you."

　　 "I can only look at you in the past, so Du Wei, if we can meet, you will tell me, am I not her?"

　　……

　　The envelope is now very good.

　　 as an evil spirit.

In the memory of 　　 Envelope, it has never killed anyone.

When 　　 was born, it was made into an absolutely harmless existence by Matthew Cannon.

　　 For hunters, it is perfect.

　　 But actually...

　　 almost lost the face of evil spirits.

　　 Without Matthew's pen, the envelope would not be able to untie the restraints, and the inability to untie the restraints meant that there was no lethality.

　　 is not lethal, which means it is a waste.

　　【Unexpectedly, one day my envelope will be entrusted with an important task by the owner. Even looking at the master's eyes, it seems that there is a chance to kill people. 】

　　【The master is here, the envelope can finally see blood. 】

　　【Great master, don’t worry, although your evil spirit legion has only two seedlings, the envelope and the black shadow, the envelope will never let you down! 】

　　 [Just the Wittbach family, someone dares to hit the mistress's idea of ​​inheritance? 】

【Ha ha……】

　　 in a luxurious building inside the Wittbach family.

　　 Little John Wittbach is sitting in the study looking at some documents, the door is not closed, it seems that someone is waiting.

　　 He is forty years old this year. He is Lawrence's younger brother and Alex's uncle.

　　 Although people are middle-aged.

　　 But the younger John Wittbach is still very well maintained, his hair is meticulously combed, and there is no baldness that is common at the age of whites.

　　 He was wearing a decent waistcoat, dangling a pipe, smoking while looking through documents.

　　 At this time.

　　 The butler walked over and knocked on the door frame, followed by a middle-aged woman in a black dress ~www.NovelMTL.com~Ms. Saran. "

　　 There was a glimmer of expectation in the eyes of little John Wittbach, and he stood up and said: "You go out, I have something to talk to Saran."

　　 The butler immediately bowed his head and left.

　　 The woman named Saran glanced left and right, and said vigilantly: "Why didn't you say it on the phone?"

　　 After all, Saran is the half-sister of John Wittbach Jr.

Ok……

　　 is also the romantic style of his father old John outside.

　　 John Wittbach said with a smile: "I'm not at ease on the phone, and it's safer to talk about this kind of thing in person."

　　Saran nodded, walked into the study, and sat opposite her brother.

　　 Then.

　　 The two fell silent.

　　 Mutual are all waiting for each other to speak first, because what they are going to do is really too sensitive. Saying first means losing the handle first.

　　Even if both parties are clear about each other's plans.

　　 After a while.

　　Saran was a little impatient, her eyes were a little erratic, she looked at some of the arrangements in the study, as well as some documents and books, and began to divert her attention.

　　 At the same time, she also saw a lot of letters piled up on her brother's desk.

　　 Her performance was seen by Jr. John Wittbach, but she thought with contempt: "It has only been half an hour before I have no patience. Only such a woman is suitable as a chess piece."