A 'bang-' gunfire tore through the eerie warehouse, and at the same time, the insignificant sound of knives falling to the ground was muffled by the thunderous explosion of gunfire.

Everyone froze in place.

After about a minute of solidification in the entire damp, cold wind blowing warehouse, one after another desolate and miserable wails continued to cry out from Mengqin's mouth.

"Ahh——!!h Mengqin's pale face was covered with freshly baked tears.

Her eyes widened, and the hand she was hit kept trembling, staring at the severed finger on the ground in shock: "My hand! My hand! Oh my hands! ”

Yes, Mengqin's hand is useless from now on.

Because just now, one of her fingers holding the hilt of the knife happened to be hit by a sudden bullet and fell to the ground.

And the person who shot her was none other than Han Qi, who exuded a gloomy and bloodthirsty aura.

By the time Ye Lao came back to his senses, Han Qi had already stood by her side.

On his face, he could vaguely feel the cold wind around him.

Moreover, he had only been seen for a few days, his hair had already thinned and covered his forehead, and his previous clean and handsome face was so embarrassed that he didn't even know that his beard was full of stubble.

This man, doesn't he know how to take good care of himself?

Ye Lone's heart hurt a little, and the corners of his eyes were quietly flooded with fog.

She couldn't help but raise her hand and slowly stretched out to Han Qi's slightly sluggish handsome face, and only when it reached midair, Han Qi grabbed Ye Lone's hand as if he was racing against time.

Caregivingly placed on his face.

Ye Lao raised his head and asked distressedly, "How did you find this place?" "Fools, don't you know how to take good care of yourself?

The mist in the corner of her eyes finally condensed, converging into a teardrop, which slowly slipped from the corner of her eye.

"I'm late." Especially Han Qi felt the coldness on the back of Ye Lone's palm and saw the tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes.

He looked around her slightly, and suddenly, the pupils with a few bloodshot strands contracted sharply.

Wet, she's wet all over! Her body is so weak, as long as she gets a little cold, she will catch a cold, not to mention that she is still pregnant......

Han Qi's heart ached so much that it was hard to get worse.

The hand he held Ye Lao was trembling, and the magnetic voice was hoarse, and he blamed himself even more.

"Lonely, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't let others hurt you in the future." Han Qi said hoarsely, and took Ye Lonely into his arms.

The two hands that were wrapped around Ye Lao's back were tightened very tightly, as if as long as he relaxed a little, Ye Lao would disappear.

Suddenly, the warmth like midsummer instantly infected Ye Lone's cold body.

"Fool." Ye Lao hugged Han Qi's back instead, and tears couldn't stop showing tears from the corners of her eyes, so she had no choice but to close her teary eyes.

"It's not your fault, why do you want to say you're sorry."

Han Qi didn't say anything, but just grabbed Ye Lone's two arms and stepped up his strength again.

The more Ye Liao tolerated her like this, the more he blamed himself and felt guilty.

If he had protected her, how could she be in such danger?

Han Qi secretly thought that if he couldn't protect the woman in his arms in the future, then ......

He lowered his eyes, and his bloodshot eyes had a hint of darkness, and moved inch by inch to the gun ~ in his hand.

If he puts her in such danger again, then he will kill himself with this gun in his hand.

Han Qi thought so, his dark eyes were half-drooping, covering the emotion under his eyes, and his cold thin lips were tightly covered with Ye Lone's wet hair like pity.

At this moment, Meng Qin, who was screaming in pain, picked up the sharp blade on the ground again, his body shook, his body exuded a spicy and vicious aura, and his scarlet eyes rushed straight towards Han Qi's back.

Feeling a gust of cold wind coming, Ye Lonely woke up suddenly.