This accident cast a shadow on Natasha's heart, the prophecy of the tarot cards may not be wrong, but it is absolutely impossible to ask her to leave Ye Fan. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She is already his woman, the stubbornness flowing in her bones, she will never easily succumb to anyone or anything, once she recognizes it, even if the sky falls, it will not change.

Some people don't hit the south wall and don't look back, but Natasha is the kind of woman who doesn't cry when she sees the coffin, which can be regarded as rare.

"I think it's better to leave your gathering place as soon as possible!" went out, stepping on the snow outside, Ye Fan said in a low voice.

Natasha rushed in front of him in two or three steps, and made a cold face: "Why!"

"Because I'm not popular, Mama Sally probably figured out something, so I'd better leave. Ye Fan said with one hand on his chin.

"Okay! let's go, I'll leave with you!" Natasha said firmly, dragging him toward the camp.

A reunion that was supposed to be celebrated all night goes along, and Natasha boards the car and takes Anna and Lilith with her.

The gypsy camp was back to its former state, but the snowflakes in the sky were getting more and more urgent, and the clouds were overwhelming, crushing the last pile of ashes.

With only two hours left before dawn, several black cars were parked at the mouth of the slum alley.

More than a dozen men in black leather suits walked briskly through the alley, two of them dragging a thug-looking Russian man at the front of the line.

"Is it here?" the bonfire had been extinguished, only the sound of the wind blowing the tents and the silk cloth, and after the laughter and singing of the night, the Gypsy home looked bleak and desolate in the snow.

"Yes, this is the place where I saw them mingling with the Gypsies. The Russian thug's frightened and helpless reply made the man in charge of the group smile sinisterly.

"Yo Xi, Lottail Lord, I'll leave it to you!" the man waved his hand, lifted the collar of his leather coat, and a samurai braid stood on the back of his head.

This small group of Japanese samurai quickly pounced on the cold wooden houses and tents, and the screams continued to resound in the dark night, and the darkest hour before dawn mercilessly descended on the home of the gypsies!

In just twenty minutes, all the men were slaughtered!

The snow was dyed red with rice cakes, and the sound of cries and curses echoed in the cold corners of the slums, gradually calming down, leaving only suppressed sobs.

No one could stop this inhumane massacre, and any resistance was chopped to pieces by the butcher's knife.

The women were brought together, tears were frozen on their hateful faces under the scarves, and the blood-stained bohemian dresses silently spoke of the dehumanizing massacre!

"Tell me where they went!" the Japanese dwarf wielded his long knife, his eyes widened, and all the blood on the knife froze into a thin layer of ice, glowing with an evil red light.

He is Fujiwara Lot, the executioner who slaughtered dozens of gypsy men with his own hands!

There was a collective silence, save for the sound of hunting in the wind blowing the long skirt.

No one answered his question, and a bitter hatred was unleashed from those dozens of pairs of eyes. Mama Sally, who was standing in the circle, muttered something to her lips, she premeditated

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