Chapter 578, the gunfire that tears through the silence!

People come suddenly, and bullets come even more suddenly.

Qin Luo didn't have any psychological defenses at all.

He didn't expect that someone in the Wenren family, where it was difficult for a single sparrow to fly in, would shoot at him.

He underestimated the stupidity of some people in the Wenren family, and he could only pay the price for his stupidity.

Now, he is faced with two choices.

One, dodge. But the bowl of boiling soup in his hand was about to be poured out.

This was difficult for Qin Luo to accept. Because he wasn't sure if he would be able to complete such a medicinal herb that could no longer be measured by money. And Wen Ren Muyue's body really can't be delayed any longer.

If you wait until the grass Gu woman recovers, as long as she casts Gu again, Wen Ren Muyue will definitely die.

Medicine, can not be poured. Not a single drop.

Two, let her shè hit. The medicine can be saved, but you may be seriously injured.

The woman was still a little sensible, and she didn't dare to hit her heart and other important parts. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that her marksmanship is not accurate.

In other words, she simply didn't know where the most important position of the human body was.

This option is even more unacceptable. At this time, when his grandfather was lying on the bed and was not out of danger, Qin Luo couldn't let himself fall.

Qin Luo chose to grab the gun. That's a decision the brain makes in that moment.

In other words, when danger strikes, the body takes the first step and the brain makes the most appropriate choice.

Bang!

The cacophony of instruments without mufflers pierced the night sky and shattered the silence of the mansion.

Whoa-

For a while, the lights were blazing. A large number of bodyguards dressed in black gathered around the corner of the kitchen from all directions.

There were inquiries, there were scoldings, and there was the howling of hounds. The sound is in the ears and the chaos is in a mess.

How many years have I heard that there have been no gunshots in someone's old house?

Twenty-four years.

"Don't move. Don't move. ”

"Put down the gun in your hand. Hold your head and crouch down-"

"You've been surrounded--surrender at once-"

The bodyguards of the Wenren family, who heavily wrapped the kitchen, raised their guns and threatened, telling the murderer to surrender quickly.

However, it is clear that the parties did not listen to them.

And they also found that the person who shot and the person who was shot were unusual, looking at each other one by one, not knowing what to do.

Blood was gushing. The pain is in the bones.

Qin Luo lowered his head and looked at the bruised palm, his grief outweighed the pain.

He felt heartache and pity for Wenren Muyue. What kind of family does she live in? What kind of relatives and sisters does she have? The same parents, the same grandfather, the same uncles, aunts and sisters, other families can love each other and live in harmony, why do they all regard them as the enemies of life and death?

What did she do wrong? Just because she's too smart?

He threw the pistol he had snatched from the Wenrenya singer to Shui Bo and said, "Keep it." Don't give it to her anymore. ”

As he spoke, he didn't even look at the woman squarely.

After speaking, he took the bowl of unspilled medicine and walked towards Xiaolou.

"Qin Luo, your hand-" Shui Bo hurriedly followed. "You go to bandage and bandage first, and I'll go and feed Miss Muyue medicine."

Qin Luo walked, blood dripping on his side. His body was like a tap without a cage.

On the stone path he walked, there was a row of red spots. It was the appearance of blood splattering on the ground.

"No need." Qin Luo shook his head. "I also pay attention to the medicine when feeding. One deep, two shallow, three drink clean. Otherwise, the Gu toxin will not be discharged. I'd better go on my own. ”

"But your hand—"

Qin Luo smiled and said, "It's okay. This hand - I don't feel it anymore. ”

Indeed, Qin Luo's hand was really full of calamities.

When Wenren Muyue encountered a killer on the tree-lined path of the medical university, he blocked the knife with his hand. Then this palm of his hand was pierced.

When he was in Paris, he was beaten into pig's trotters by the bald man's jǐng stick.

The trotters aren't healed yet, and they're fucking shot again.

"But it's not enough to bleed all the time, right?" Shui Bo jumped to his feet in a hurry.

"It doesn't matter. I'll stop the bleeding after I'm fed. Qin Luo said comfortingly. I have a specific hemostat. Do not worry. ”

It was only at this time that a group of people such as Wen Renting and Wen Renjie came over head-on, and seeing that Qin Luo's hand was injured, Wen Renting said angrily: "Qin Luo, what happened?" ”

"You ask Shui Bo. I'm out of time. Qin Luo said. This group of people from the Wenjia family passed by.

"Shui Bo, what the hell is going on?" Wen Renting blew his beard and glared at him. He knew that Wenren Muyue had fallen, and these sons, grandchildren, daughters-in-law and granddaughters were all stupid, but he didn't expect that there would be a shooting incident at home.

Is there really going to be another bloodbath? Those are my dearest relatives.

"It's Miss Yage." Shui Bo handed the gun in his hand to Wen Renting and said.

Wen Renting walked up to Wen Renya, whose body was trembling, his face was full of tears but he couldn't cry, and asked, "What's going on?" ”

"He - beat me. He hit me in the face - I want him to die. Wen Ren Song suddenly hissed and shouted.

She was the shooter, but she couldn't scare herself. It seems that guns are not for everyone.

"Why did he hit you?" Wen Renting asked in a heavy voice.

"He—" Hearing the Song of Songs, he shuddered, but he couldn't speak.

"Shui Bo." Wen Renting shouted.

Shui Bo was helpless, and walked over to explain: "Qin Luo wants to boil medicine for Miss Muyue, so for safety, he drove out all the servants in the kitchen. But Miss Song of Songs wants to drink bird's nest soup and wants the chef to come in and make a bowl for her—so they have some conflicts, and Qin Luo slaps Miss Song in the face. ”

"You want to drink the soup, but he won't let you drink it?" Wen Renting asked.

"Yes." Wen Ren Song said.

"He hit you in the face?"

"Left." Wenren Yage pointed to the left side of his face and said.

Syllable!

Wen Renting suddenly made a move, and another vicious slap was fanned on the left side of Wen Renya's face.

"Is that how he hits?"

"--Grandpa, you-" Wenren Yage was stunned.

Syllable!

Another slap in the face.

"I'm asking you. Is that how he fights? ”

Hearing this, the Song of Solomon was frightened and cried out loud.

Wen Renkong hurriedly came up to comfort his father and said, "Dad, it's not all Yage's fault. She is young and ignorant, but after all, she is the child of our people - she just wants to drink a bowl of porridge, and if she is not allowed to do it, she will not do it, how can she beat people casually? ”

"yes. He is so arrogant to beat us up like this - does he still take us seriously? ”

"Grandpa, Song of Songs is your granddaughter, and when he hits Song of Songs, he is also slapping you in the face-"

"Yesterday when I was driving back, I ran into him, he stood in front of him and didn't give way, I honked the horn, and he cursed, and asked his bodyguard to lift my car off the cliff - grandpa, he knows that you spoil him and protect him, and relying on his grandfather to help us, no one is afraid -"

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Anyway, there is no money for slander, and the parties are not around, so there is no one to explain. When they heard this, they desperately poured saliva on Qin Luo's face.

Qin Luo's style of acting was too flamboyant, and the old man was very serious, and even suppressed the limelight of their masters. As a member of the Wenren family, which one doesn't get tired of him and hates him?

Only Wen Renjie stood in place and was silent, after all, the gangster they attacked was treating his daughter.

"That's enough." Hearing the thunder, he shouted angrily. "Smell the Song of Solomon, you immediately pack your things and go to the United States. Without my permission, you are not allowed to set foot in Yanjing for the rest of your life. Even if I die, you don't have to come back without my permission. ”

Wen Ren Ting means that Wen Ren Song has been expelled from the Wen Ren family.

"Grandpa—why are you driving me away?" Hearing the Song of Songs, he cried. "I'm your granddaughter—I'm your own granddaughter. My surname is Wenren, and I have Wenren's blood in my body, why did you drive me away? You should have chased him away—you should have driven the man with the foreign surname away. ”

"yes, Dad. You can't always help an outsider like that—it's not right for the Song of Solomon to shoot. Didn't it hurt him? Besides, he wasn't wrong at all? After all, Yage is a daughter's family, if this matter spreads, how can she go out and be a person? ”

"I've made up my mind. You don't need to talk about it. Wen Ren said with a sharp voice.

"I knew - I knew you were going to help an outsider." Wen Ren Ya Ge pointed to Wen Renting's face and said. "I just knew you were doing this, so I shot him. If you were to help me, if you were to speak for me - how could I shoot? It's all forced by you. It's all forced by you. ”

"You only know to protect Wenren Muyue, when did you think about our thoughts? None of us are your own - only Wenren Muyue is. Anyone who has a little relationship with her is more important than us - all are more important than us. You are selfish. You are selfish. ”

After hearing the scolding, he covered his face and ran out.

"Sister." Wen Renxuan wants to catch up.

"Stop." Wen Renting shouted. "No one is allowed to chase after him. Let her go. ”

The audience was silent. Everyone looked at the old man with an angry face. They all thought that Wen Renting's decision was too impersonal.

Wen Renting looked in the direction of Xiaolou and sighed heavily in his heart.

The Wenren family's property is complete, and you are the people of the Wenren family. When others mention the surname Wenren, they will naturally think of you. The Wenren family is gone, what is the difference between you and those surnamed Zhang, surnamed Li or surnamed Huang?

How come these people don't understand their own good intentions?

"A bunch of idiots." Wen Renting scolded fiercely in his heart.