Chapter 293 Freedom, Turnaround

  Taking a breath, Qin Yu looked at her soothingly, and then walked step by step.

   "Actually, I have been to New York many times. With the money of your two local tyrants and squandering capital, never once I wanted to come here to take a look. My second generation ancestor has not done enough."

  Qin Yu said these words to Qin Feng and the two, and the tone was loose and ridiculous, as always.

  Qin Feng glanced at her, and said angrily: "My money is enough for you to come here anytime and anywhere to watch it for hundreds of years."

   Then he stopped talking, turned around and walked to the bridge, looking at the magnificent New York Hudson River mouth in the distance.

  As a world-class rich father, he has only money left.

  Unable to save money from wife and daughter.

  Wen Qixin’s words are: "You toss like this once, probably because you want to force us to make concessions, wishing you to continue with the second generation ancestor, so that you will be happy for the rest of your life."

  Because she did regret it.

What is the use of learning so much? What's the use of inheriting so much?

   Wenliang is leaving, Qin Yu is also leaving.

  "Don’t think of me so badly. Although I am indeed a bad person, if I choose one more time, I will probably not bring you this kind of pain."

  When she really fell into this situation, she realized her mistake.

  She brought unpredictable pain to D-2345 for D-1777's mission and her own life.

  This is a mistake and a warning given to her by the Golden House.

  Shortcut means taking risks. Never think of yourself as being smarter than others.

  The price she must pay this time is the indelible pain of her life and Xi Jing and others.

  But. "But this is the end of the matter."

  Qin Yu said something that the other three people didn't understand and thought, but didn't know what else to say. In silence, she helped the car. When raising his hand, Xi Jing handed her the handkerchief.

  Blood spit on the handkerchief, it was jet black, with a strong cold breath.

  The blood is cold.

  Her body also started to get cold.

  She knows what it means.

  The last time the disease is affected, the retina seems to be blurry, slightly black.

  But I can still see that Qin Feng has turned his back in pain, and Wen Qixin is unwilling to look at her again.

  The doctors and nurses wanted to come over, but Xi Jing raised his hand to stop him.

  Today, she was the calmest one, and Qin Yu also got a glance.

  Look at Wannian, Xi Jing thought, and then smiled back.

  That smile must be ugly, so Qin Yu turned his face and walked over step by step.

  Jiaojiao climbed onto the bridge and said to Qin Yu: "Wait later, if you fall down on the spot, I will jump from here."

  He was serious, Qin Yu was taken aback, staring at him for a while, and responded, "Okay."

   Jiaojiao smiled and licked her paw.

  And Qin Yu walked to the front of the railing.

  The Statue of Liberty stands tall in front of her, with her own torch sword pointing to the sky, and under her feet are broken handcuffs, ankles and chains, that is the unyielding and tenacity that is ready to come out.

  Originally, she had accepted her fate a moment ago, but at this moment, she looked at the Statue of Liberty and saw the pinnacle of freedom in the century beyond the border.

   Suddenly heard Jiaojiao's sobbing.

  I also heard Wen Qixin and Qin Feng’s suppressed breathing.

  I even heard the rubbing of Xi Jing's palms, nails and flesh.

  There was a gust of wind blowing, and many people on the bridge saw that the Eastern woman in the snow-skinned red dress closed her eyes, opened her hand, raised her face, and faced the wind.

  If a woman in this world wears a red dress better than her, then there is bound to be no woman more beautiful than her when the wind blows the red dress.

  It is a gesture of facing freedom and death, as the final farewell to the world.

  She is dying, no matter where she is, no matter where she is, no matter how old or young, everyone has a moment of gratitude.

  They paused, watching from a distance.

   Including Rosen who silently came to watch from a distance.

  But he seemed to have seen her finally open her eyes and stared at the Statue of Liberty, but he looked up and looked at the sky, his mouth moved, as if shouting a word.

  People close to hear it.

  The wind sent her words.

   "If you want me to live, I will die, if I die, I will die. If I am not free, fighting is my life!"

  She is unwilling, she does not accept her fate, why!

  How about taking shortcuts and choosing wrong! , So what about nine out of ten deaths!

  She doesn’t believe that everything she has arranged will be defeated by a mere mutation of the rules of time and space!

  I don’t believe that everything she gritted her teeth and endured painful strides would be so vulnerable.

  If this is her life, from when she was buried alive, from when she opened her eyes in the small clinic.

  The war has already begun.

  But it is not over yet.

  She said that it is not over, that is, it is not over!

  In the last wave of disease in Qin Yu’s body, when the blood became severely frozen, she grabbed the railing, her knuckles stiff, as if she had used the last effort.

  She wants to boast that twelfth of the vague vitality.

  At that moment, she turned around.

  I wore a red dress, turned his head lightly and looked back, the green silk was flying in the wind, the style of that glance was the smile of the eyebrows, and the shallow outline of the corner of the mouth.

  Behind her is the Statue of Liberty.

  The Statue of Liberty is resolute and unyielding, she is weak and emaciated, but weirdly merge together.

  At that moment, there was a soft and faint sound in the golden room.

  ——Huh~~?

   is a sound, not a word, but a sound from far away in time and space.

  Like a man, like a woman, cold and vast, mysterious.

  Short, doubtful, sigh?

  Jiaojiao didn't feel it anyway, because he heard the phone ring first, and Qin Feng's calm but excited voice.

   "A breakthrough? Good!"

  Transfer, here comes!

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  D-1777, let’s not talk about how Qin Yu’s disappearance and the note brought by Jiaojiao shocked and worried Xiao Tingyan. He also had no intention to struggle with suspicion, because Xiao Tingyun was sick!

  The stage of illness is accelerating, as if it is about to enter the final level-the color of the blood has changed.

  Xiao Tingyan didn't even care about the turmoil outside. He didn't shave his beard, just guarding the sick bed wholeheartedly.

  She is dying, and his last relative is also going away.

  Qin Yu was gone. He could not save it before leaving, or it could be saved but it was too late to come back. He didn't even bother to think about it.

  He only knows that the person in front of him is dying step by step.

   "Marshal, we did our best." When the last doctor who persisted to the end said this with a sullen expression.

  Xiao Tingyan lowered his head, waved his hand, "Go out."

  The adjutant reports: "Marshal, Commander Wei is here."

   "No see, closed door."

"Yes!"

  Everyone retired, the door was locked, and the entire handsome mansion entered a state of complete martial law.

Outside the handsome mansion, Wei Cang stood alone in front of the courtyard, looking up at the tall building.

  The wind is cold, and the hair is slightly darkened.

  She, is she really dead?

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There were only siblings left in the huge ward. For a long time, there was crying, and when the tears fell, there was a slight creaking. Xiao Tingyan didn’t hear it. Maybe it didn’t matter if he heard it—if an assassin came to assassinate, then kill. Him.

  He doesn't care anymore.

  However, one handkerchief came to him.

  (End of this chapter)