"July, don't you joke with me, okay?"

Long Xiao felt that his hands were wet, and when he raised his hand, he found that his palms were full of blood.

These are the blood of Mu Qiyue.

She was shot dozens of times, and blood flowed out of her body as if she didn't want money.

No matter how Long Xiao covered it, he couldn't stop her blood from flowing out.

It can't stop the Grim Reaper from taking Mu Qiyue away.

"July, you'll be fine, I'll take you to the hospital now, the doctor will definitely be able to save your ......"

Long Xiao's expression was a little crazy, and he deceived himself into thinking that Mu Qiyue was not dead, she just fainted.

Just send her to the hospital and she will come back to life, and the doctor will save her!

She would open her eyes again and call him Long Xiao with a smile.

She would snuggle up in his arms as before, sweetly imagining their bright future.

Long Xiao picked Mu Qiyue up horizontally, staggered around and left.

He had forgotten about his situation.

Long Xiao couldn't see anyone else in his eyes anymore, and he was bent on sending Mu Qiyue to the hospital.

stubbornly thinks that the doctor will save Mu Qiyue.

He didn't believe that Mu Qiyue would leave him like this.

She must have been joking with him......

Yes, that's right, that's it!

July has always been naughty and always likes to play tricks on him.

This is certainly the case this time.

Yes, he can't be fooled......

But why does my heart hurt so much?

It was as if he was being grasped by an invisible hand and squeezed it fiercely.

The pain was so painful that Long Xiao couldn't help but bend down, almost out of breath.

Long Xiao hugged Mu Qiyue, and stepped on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, leaving a long list of clear footprints.

The snow seemed to be falling heavier, and the goose-featherlike snowflakes fell one after another, and Long Xiao's head was stained with a layer of hoarfrost.

Long Xiao walked forward without looking back.

Behind him—

The killer boss raised the gun in his hand, his expression was as cold and ruthless as ever, and he was not touched in the slightest by Mu Qiyue's death.

The black man looked sorry, but he didn't have much sympathy.

The people who do his job have long been accustomed to life and death, and there is no such thing as sympathy at all.

"I've seen enough of the play, I'll send you to heaven for a reunion." The words that came out of his mouth were cruel and merciless.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the location of Long Xiao's heart.

One shot would have ended his life.

……

When Chu Xinghang rushed over in the wind and snow, he saw the deadly muzzle behind Long Xiao at a glance.

Chu Xinghang's expression was on his face, and he immediately shot at the killer boss.

"Bang-"

"Bang!"

Two gunshots rang out at the same time, and Chu Xinghang's bullet was one step faster, hitting the wrist of the killer boss.

The killer boss deflected his wrist, and the shot hit the snow next to him, allowing Long Xiao to escape in a thrilling way.

Long Xiao walked in the snow with Mu Qiyue in his arms in despair, ignoring everything behind him.

Mu Qiyue died.

The body temperature of the person in her arms gradually lost, and her cold skin was transmitting this message to Long Xiao.

No matter how unwilling he is to accept it.

But that's just the way it is.

Mu Qiyue died.

Died on this icy snowy night.

In order to save him, he died at the gunpoint of the killer.

Long Xiao couldn't bear it anymore, poofed, and knelt on the ground.

Mu Qiyue's body in his arms gradually became cold and stiff, and he had no vital signs.

She would never open her eyes again.

Long Xiao's heart seemed to be dead at this moment, turning into a walking corpse.

"Long Xiao, are you okay?" After Chu Xinghang dealt with those people, he hurried to Long Xiao's side.

Long Xiao's expression was blank, as if he had lost his soul, and he did not react to anything in the outside world.

"Hey, you ......" Chu Xinghang was just halfway through his words when his voice suddenly disappeared.

His gaze fell on Mu Qiyue's pale face, his lips trembled slightly, and his throat seemed to be blocked.

"She'......"

Chu Xinghang couldn't go on.

He stared blankly at Mu Qiyue for a few seconds, and finally sighed deeply.

Chu Xinghang raised his hand and patted Long Xiao's shoulder.

He said: "Long Xiao, mourn. ”

Long Xiao, who had not reacted, finally reacted when he heard this.

"Shh

He raised his head, raised a finger at Chu Xinghang, and said with a gentle expression: "Qiyue is just asleep, don't wake her up." ”

Chu Xinghang couldn't bear to look too far.

He knew that Mu Qiyue was dead, and Long Xiao was almost crazy.