Self-cultivation of the Exorcist Chapter 604: She has been guarding Du Wei

The door of the sterile ward.

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

The envelope has been released.

All that remains is to see who is the lucky one.

In the ward.

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

Da da da...

Footsteps sounded.

Du Wei walked up to Alex, he couldn't help sighing as he looked at his girlfriend's thin face. New 81 Chinese website updates the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

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Sitting in front of the hospital bed, Du Wei reached out and stroked Alex's hair.

The silver hair is soft.

It relieved his tense spirit a lot.

"Long time no see."

Only Du Wei knows how many unspeakable emotions are mixed in these words.

Before leaving last time, he left with anger.

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

Ben is the same person.

Now, Du Wei finally sorted it 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 what a pity it is that you and I get together so little."

"I don't regret my choice."

"What I regret is that I failed to give you a good past. What I am sad about is that I have obviously regretted it, but I still can't give you a good 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 the people he cares about and give the people he loves a perfect ending, from Tom, Father Tony, Ryan, Lord Kane, and Alex, father-in-law and others.

But the only thing is that he can only say this when Alex is in a coma.

Because...

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

1. Accept the reality calmly, except yourself, the rest of the people can get out of this cycle.

Second, drag the demon gods to die together.

He was already exhausted.

His heart was riddled with holes, but even so, he still had to persevere and fight against Solomon's seventy-two pillars of demon gods.

Du Wei has no one to apologize to.

But his choice made him feel sorry for Alex in the future.

"I have arranged the ending for you all."

"But in this ending, I shouldn't exist."

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

Du Wei stood in front of the unconscious Alex, and he said some things that he would not normally say.

Gentleness is not an act, nor is it an attitude, nor is it a matter of style.

It is a kind of peace that is as plain as water, without the impetuous coat.

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On the other side.

At home in New York.

Antique clocks hang alone on the wall.

The framing cabinet next to it is already empty...

Previously, there was Annabelle at home.

Now there are only antique clocks.

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

A pale arm slowly stretched out from inside.

The arm is slender, with slender fingers.

On the back of the hand, there is still a pattern flickering on and off.

Alas...

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

That hand stretched out into the distance, trying to grab something, but the fingertips were trembling slightly, and finally could only hang down powerlessly.

The woman's voice is saying: "You only know that she fell in love with you at first sight, but you don't know that I have been guarding you since you got 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 still tell me, am I not her?"

……

Envelopes now feel good.

As an evil spirit.

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

As early as when it was born, it was made into an absolutely harmless existence by Matthew.

For hunters, it's perfect.

But in fact...

The evil spirits were completely ashamed.

Without Matthew's pen, the envelope cannot be untied, and if it cannot be untied, it means that it has no lethality.

If it is not lethal, it means it is a waste.

【Unexpectedly, my envelope will be entrusted with a heavy responsibility by the master one day, and even looking at the master's eyes, it seems that there is still a chance for the envelope to kill someone. 】

【Master, the envelope is finally bleeding. 】

【Great master, don't worry, although there are only two left in your evil spirit army, Envelope and Sombra, Envelope will never let you down! 】

[The Wittbach family, how dare someone dare to think about the succession of the mistress? 】

【Hehe...】

In a luxurious building within the Wittbach family.

Johann Wittbach Jr. was sitting in the study looking at some documents, the door was open, as if he was waiting for someone.

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

Although people are middle-aged.

But John Wittbach Jr. is still well maintained, his hair is combed meticulously, and there is no baldness that is common to white people at this age.

He was wearing a decent waistcoat, and was smoking a pipe while flipping through documents.

At this time.

The housekeeper came over and knocked on the door frame, followed by a middle-aged woman in a long black dress~IndoMTL.com~ Ms. Saran came. "

Little John Wittbach's eyes flashed with anticipation, he stood up and said, "Go out, I have something to talk to Saran."

The butler bowed his head and left immediately.

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

By calculation, Saran was the half-sister of Johann Wittbach Jr.

Hmm...

He is also the romantic son of his father, Old John, who is outside.

John Wittbach Jr. said with a smile: "I don't worry about the phone, and it's safer to talk about this kind of thing in person."

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

Next.

The two fell silent.

Both of them are waiting for the other to speak first, because what they are about to do is too sensitive, and speaking first means falling behind first.

Even if both parties are aware of each other's plans.

It took a while.

Saran was a little impatient, her eyes were a little erratic, she looked at some layouts 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 noticed by John Wittbach Jr., but he thought with contempt in his heart: "It's only been half an hour, and I'm starting to lose patience. Only such a woman is suitable to be a pawn."