She stared blankly at Li Sen, who was cold-blooded to her, blood came out of the wound on her shoulder, and she muttered to herself: "Li Sen, I will save you from here...... I ......"

"It's too late. ”

In the blink of an eye, Li Sen stood in front of her and aimed the crossbow at her again, Miyamoto Gosuke looked at this scene coldly, a cluster of fire light was beating in his eyes, and he stared at Li Sen's face tightly, not letting go of anything.

Once upon a time, his tenderness and affection were completely injected into her blood, but at this moment, he looked at her with such cold and cold-blooded eyes, which made her feel hesitant and frightened several times.

She even closed her eyes and sank her heart, as if waiting for an even more painful moment.

"Do it?"

Miyamoto Wusuke said coldly: "I don't need her to die, I just need you to seriously injure her, what's the matter?"

Li Sen held the crossbow tightly, and seemed to be a little unsteady on his feet, who would have thought that his body temperature at this time had almost dropped to zero, and his fingers kept trembling, as if he was going to fall down in the next second.

The arrow broke through the restraints, and he closed his eyes, waiting for the moment when he stabbed her.

A gust of wind hit, and he opened his eyes, only to see Qin Xiayi being hugged to the side, and the arrow pierced into the ground.

Miyamoto Lin's face turned pale, and he hugged Qin Xiayi aside and helped her dodge the attack.

"Father, my mission has been accomplished, should you also fulfill your promise?"

He let go of Qin Xiayi, stood firm, and took a deep breath: "I have brought Qin Xiayi to you, isn't it...... It's time to let Cao Qian go?"

Gosuke Miyamoto looked at him with interest: "Okay, I can let her go, but does she agree?"

He looked at Cao Qian, who was knocked unconscious on the side, and when his subordinates saw his eyes, they immediately understood, prepared a bucket of cold water, and poured it on her head.

Cao Qian woke up with a splitting headache, and felt a cold touch again, and instantly became much more conscious.

She saw Li Sen and Miyamoto Lin, as well as Qin Xiayi, who was injured and fell aside, and the moment she saw Qin Xiayi, she suddenly laughed and looked excited: "Is she dying......? You can be saved, right?"

Miyamoto didn't know why: "What are you talking about?"

Qin Xiayi was speechless in pain, she forced her consciousness and looked at Miyamoto Lin: "...... Please, help me. ”

Qin Xiayi was actually saying that she would let Miyamoto Lin help her save Li Sen together, and now, she was unconscious, and she said what she wanted to say most in her mind, and the words without cause and effect made Miyamoto Lin confused.

And Miyamoto Lin still focused on Cao Qian's body: "Cao Qian, you can go, you can leave here!

When Cao Qian heard this, he shook his head violently: "No, I won't leave! I can't leave here!"

"Why?!" Miyamoto was shocked.

Cao Qian looked at Li Sen stupidly and muttered to himself: "Where he is, I am there, and no one can force me to leave his side!"

Hearing this, Miyamoto Lin had already predicted that this would be the result, his heart had already been completely crushed by Cao Qian, and now he was already numb, and he smiled bitterly: "Really...... Okay, if you want to keep you, stay, I won't stop you, all of this is your choice. ”

Miyamoto Wusuke looked at him coldly and sneered: "Lin, what do you mean by this, do you think this place is hell? I'm not dead yet! So you must always remember that I am your father!

Miyamoto Lin knelt on his knees, kowtowed to him as if admitting his mistake, and was humble and respectful: "Yes...... Father. ”

No one saw it, his hands in his sleeves slowly clenched into fists, and the restlessness in his heart that had not been seen for a long time surged in, completely covering his true heart.

At this time, Cao Qian seemed to have lost his mind, broke free from the restraints of others, and hurriedly picked up the knife on the side and slashed at Qin Xiayi, shouting in his mouth: "Kill you, I'll kill you!"

Miyamoto Lin's face turned pale, and he didn't expect Cao Qian to become like this.

He gritted his teeth, and the first reaction that appeared in his brain was to protect Qin Xiayi.

"Stop!"

Miyamoto Lin pulled out the knife in her hand and took Qin Xiayi aside.

Miyamoto Gosuke didn't stop all this, and suddenly turned his head to look at Li Sen, only to find that he had been staring at all this, his expression moved slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Miyamoto Wusuke said unhappily: "It's none of your business, let's go down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two of his men stepped forward and handcuffed his hands again with iron locks, and he barely refused.

Ding Lingdang's voice, he was like a prisoner being imprisoned, his hands and feet were all locked by heavy iron locks, and he couldn't get out.

Qin Xiayi opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything, he could only watch his back as he walked farther and farther, Qin Xiayi's eyelids were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't support them anymore, so he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

There was only the sound of Miyamoto's rapid breathing and anxious shouting, and he seemed to be trying to wake her up, but she didn't want to wake up, but felt that he was deliberately waking her up.

The burden in my heart became farther and farther away in the layers of sleepiness, becoming lighter and lighter, and finally condensed into a black mist, turned into a fine dust, and sank into the bottom of my heart.

In her sleep, she dreamed of many people, former friends, family, current enemies, opponents, one after another as if she was walking on the set, evoking endless memories.

But her heart was always hanging, as if something important had not been completed, and she had no mind to fully immerse herself in the whole dream.

She frowned, haunted by nightmares, heart-rending screams and relentless gunfire in her ears, and saw blood and mountains of corpses in front of her.

She walked in step by step, as if she had walked into a swamp, and the whole person was completely trapped, but she had no intention of getting out.

Corpse after corpse, the air filled with an indescribable smell, she squinted, struggling to look at the slowly blurring foreground.

I saw a man holding a sharp knife in his hand, the tip of the knife dripping with blood, dressed in black, like a grim reaper.

He turned slowly, and smiled at her with deep and gentle eyebrows, and his smile was as warm as ever......

She stretched out her hand, and her fingertips almost hooked his clothes, but in the next second, as if her face had changed, the man looked at her fiercely, and the sharp knife in his hand stabbed at her fiercely.

There was a dizziness, and a familiar wheezing sound sounded in his ears, Miyamoto Lin hugged her tightly, looking nervous: "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid!"