Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

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 was extremely pale.

Da da da……

Footsteps sounded.

Du Wei walked up to Alex, and he couldn't help sighing as he looked at his girlfriend's thin face. The new 81 Chinese website is updated the fastest Mobile terminal: https:/

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

The silver hair is soft.

It relieved his tense spirit a lot.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Only Du Wei knew how many unspeakable emotions were mixed in these words.

Before leaving last time, he left with anger.

The relationship between Alex and Minette is not yet known.

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 less and leave more."

"I don't regret my choice."

"What I regret is that I couldn't give you a better past. What I'm sad about is that I have clearly regretted it, but I still can't 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 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 he can only say when Alex is unconscious.

because……

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

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

Second, dragging 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've arranged an ending for you all."

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

"So before that day comes, I will erase all notions 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 an attitude, nor a style of conduct.

It is a kind of tranquility that has shed the impetuous coat and is as plain as water.

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the other side.

At home in New York.

Antique clocks hang alone on the wall.

The framing cabinet next to it was 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 arms were slender, with long fingers.

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

well……

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 said: "You only know that she fell in love with you at first sight, but you don't know that I've been protecting you since you got Lamer's Bell."

"But I can't let you know that I exist."

"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 say to me, am I not her?"

...

Envelopes are working fine now.

as an evil spirit.

In the memory of the envelope, it 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 actually...

It's a complete shame to the evil spirits.

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

Without lethality, it means that it is a waste.

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

【My master, the envelope is finally bleeding. 】

[Great master, don't worry, although your evil spirit army is now only left with two only seedlings, 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 inside the Wittbach family.

Johann Wittbach Jr. was sitting in the study looking at some documents, the door was open, as if 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 meticulously combed, and he does not have the baldness that is common to white people at this age.

He was wearing a smart waistcoat, and was smoking a pipe while looking through documents.

At this time.

The butler came over and knocked on the door frame, followed by a middle-aged woman in a long black dress.

"Ms. Saran is here."

A trace of expectation flashed in John Wittbach Jr. He stood up and said, "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 with some vigilance, "Why didn't you say it on the phone?"

In counting, Saran was the half-sister of Johann Wittbach Jr.

Um……

Also the Merry Seed of his father John Sr. outside.

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

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

then.

The two fell silent.

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

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

After a while.

Saran was a little impatient, her eyes were a little wandering, 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've started to lose patience. Only such a woman is suitable to be a pawn."