Sweetheart didn't dare to move too much, and Situ Qinglang couldn't be too exposed, he knew very well in his heart that if he deliberately exposed himself in order to cover Sweetheart, with the suspicious nature of the man on the tree, he was likely to find Sweetheart, and he would also put Sweetheart in danger.

He could only fight back while nervously watching in the direction of Sweetheart, who was small and like a small animal in the grass, and under the cover of the night, he could barely see her movements.

The short and thin man shot a few more arrows in the air, and he knew that there were only two left in the group, but could they still be tied together under his dense force?

The main purpose of his trip was to monopolize the goods, and if it weren't for the fact that they had killed the Ru he had easily collected at a high price, he really didn't want to drive these two people into a corner.

Situ Qinglang was right, he was really suspicious, and after repeatedly failing to shoot, he suddenly stopped firing back and began to pay attention to the movements around him.

Sensing that the other party suddenly did not react, Situ Qinglang was very worried, he hurriedly looked up at the sweetheart's movement again, but found that the sweetheart was also not moving, and shrank there very smartly.

How so?

The man was obviously not convinced, and he pondered quietly in the tree, he did not have many arrows left, and could not use them so wantonly.

He pulled a gun out of his pocket, the same old-fashioned gun that hunters hunt, and suddenly raised it and fired it into the clearing around him, a bullet piercing Sweetheart's arm.

Sweetheart gritted her teeth and ducked motionless, letting blood gush from her arm, and she was in danger of being shot in the head at any moment.

Who said that fighting on the battlefield is strength? If you are unlucky, you will lose your life!

Sweetheart can only pray that God will not be so cruel to her, she and Qinglang are pitiful to this, begging God to open their eyes and stop cruelly separating them from yin and yang.

Situ Qinglang saw that he was anxious in his heart, he simply changed into a submachine gun, and shot at the dense shadow of the tree, and the other party who was suppressed by his intensive firepower couldn't raise his head for a while, so he hurriedly shrank behind the tree to cover, and the sweetheart also took this opportunity to neatly run under the tree and began to climb up.

She climbed the tree as fast as a monkey, and in the blink of an eye, she had already jumped three or five meters, and the sweetheart weighed the distance between herself and the man, and from her angle she could already see the other party vaguely.

There was only one chance, she had to kill the man with one shot, and blood was still pouring out of her arm, because she had lost too much blood for a while, her face was pale, and her breathing was a little short, and she felt a little out of strength at the moment.

Sweetheart gritted her teeth and persevered, aiming several times, before finally seizing her chance and pulling the trigger while he ducked back and exposed his chest to the same side.

"Ahh

Sweetheart looked down at the tree and asked weakly, "Qinglang, is he dead?"

Situ Qinglang was excited, Sweetheart really made a great contribution this time!

"Dead, already dead! Sweetheart, I'm proud of you!" he cried out excitedly under the tree!

"Great......" Sweetheart couldn't hold it anymore, exhausted and worried, and with excessive blood loss, she finally fell from the tree in front of her......