Jing Jiaren glanced at Leng Lintian deeply, and then looked at Ximen Longting.

He's just here to die today.

Is it that he has always been arrogant and arrogant, and he thinks that his tank cannon can defeat Leng Lintian, so he appears so magnificently?

Or, he knew that he might be defeated, but he didn't want her to marry Leng Lintian, so he made a desperate bet?

Jing Jiaren wanted to believe the latter, but the wound on her arm, every knife he cut on her heart in Love Street......

She doesn't want to be such a forgetful woman, and don't give Simon Longting another chance to hurt her.

Whether or not he was here for Weishenme, it didn't matter to her anymore.

She won't love him anymore!

Jing Jiaren held a pistol and approached Ximen Longting step by step.

He narrowed his red eyes slightly, turned over and wanted to get out of the tank, but his heart was weak.

He wanted to hug her and tell her how much he missed her, how painful he was tormented by longing during her absence.

However, Jing Jiaren's cold face froze his heart.

The gun in her hand was even more ironic to him.

She finally walked up to him and stood under the tank, looking up at him.

Ximen Longting stared at her coldly: "You really want to kill me?" ”

"It was you who said that only if I kill you can you end your entanglement with me." Jing Jiaren's eyes were also as cold as ice, "I said, if I see you again, it will be your death!" ”

“……”

"You sent it to your death."

Jing Jiaren's business is also hard and cold, and she is ruthless.

Simon Longting wanted to find a trace of reluctance on her face, but was there any? Is she disguised too well, or is she really so affectionate.

The lingering image of the two of them flashed through his mind.

Now, it's walking on thin ice.

"Beauty, are you really going to kill me?" His hoarse voice asked again.

"Yes, I'm going to kill you, the devil, and don't pester me like this anymore. Your existence is my greatest misfortune! ”

Jing Jiaren raised her hand with difficulty.

The gun seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and her palms were full of sweat, slippery as if she couldn't hold it.

Jing Jiaren took a lot of effort to point a gun at him, and her arms were trembling.

Ximen Longting smiled weakly: "Don't be strong, you are trembling." ”

"I'm shaking because I've grown so big that I haven't even killed a chicken."

“……”

"Now you're going to let me kill someone, I'm really afraid."

Jing Jiaren's face was ugly, she couldn't hold back anymore, and her forehead was full of sweat.

She thought she could easily shoot him......

weishenme just pulling the wrench can be so painful?!

She wanted to turn around and aim this shot at Leng Lintian. Weishenme wants to involve her in the feud between them? Weishenme wants to use her to hurt Simon Dragon?

Whatever he did to himself, he was at least the one she once loved.

Let her raise her pistol and point it at her former lover......

This is probably the nightmare that she has condemned for the rest of her life.

But at this moment, she didn't have a choice.

"You can't even kill a chicken, but you want to kill me? Beauty, I want to see your heart... What the hell is it done......" Simon Longting stood with his strength and his arm on the handle, not letting himself slip into the tank.

He was like an eagle falling from the sky......

stared at her weakly, to see how she could have fired this shot? If death is at her hand, he accepts his fate.