The gun was in Li Feihuan's hand again, the black pistol turned around in his white hand, and finally the muzzle of the gun pointed at Huo Jingchen and said, "I don't know who will be luckier today, you or me." ”

Huo Jingchen hooked the corners of his lips, his eyes were evil, and his handsome face with red lips and white teeth was like a demon: "My luck has always been good. ”

Li Feihuan smiled, but he didn't care, his fingertips fell on the trigger and slowly pressed down a few points.

He moved very slowly, but Huo Jingchen didn't react much.

Zhao Siqing's nerves on the side were tense, and a thin layer of sweat even oozed from his forehead.

The ghost made the gods, Li Feihuan turned his head to look in the direction of Zhao Siqing, and saw that her eyes fell tightly on his hand, and his face was a little pale, and he couldn't help but lose his mind.

He knew that when the gun in Huo Jingchen's hand was aimed at him like this, she would definitely not have such a look.

In other words, in fact, she would prefer to die to herself.

Li Feihuan's eyes couldn't help but flash a touch of self-deprecation.

At first, he just didn't understand what was so special about Zhao Siqing, he was just unwilling to die for Xiaoya.

He didn't understand why even a good girl like Xiaoya couldn't get a little attention from Huo Jingchen, but Zhao Siqing could become the woman in his heart.

And now, he understands.

Some feelings are unreasonable, they have nothing to do with whether the person is good or bad for you, whether she loves you or not, and what you give in return.

It just grows quietly in your heart before you know it.

By the time you realize it, it's too late.

Li Feihuan retracted her gaze and couldn't help but wonder if Huo Jingchen died, would she fall in love with someone else one day.

Still is... She will hate him to the bone from now on, and she will not share the sky.

Li Feihuan asked himself that after Lu Yuanya's death, he rarely felt too much in the world, but it was ridiculous that he fell in love with the same woman with the enemy in the end.

Li Feihuan retracted his gaze, his eyes were more cold, and he pulled the trigger again towards Huo Jingchen.

Zhao Siqing subconsciously supported Zhao Yancheng beside him, and his eyes were a little black.

Fortunately, there was still a shot in the air, and everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The guests around did not leave, but gradually gathered together because they heard the movement here, and watched the movement here.

The gun returned to Huo Jingchen's hand, and the corners of his lips curled up and stared at Li Feihuan, but his gaze was a little cold.

He can tolerate everything else, but he can't tolerate other women's worries about him.

Seeing that the gun was in Huo Jingchen's hand, Zhao Siqing was a little relieved, but looking at Li Feihuan on the side, his gaze was a little complicated.

From the beginning, this man had a mind to take advantage of himself, but in the end, he left the only kindness to her.

Seeing that Zhao Siqing's gaze fell on Li Feihuan, Huo Jingchen's face sank a little, and the movements in his hands became more and more fierce, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

There was still a sound in the air, and this time, everyone around who knew the situation couldn't help but exclaim.

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, her nose was sore, and her eyes immediately turned red.

The last bullet was fired, and the gun was in Li Feihuan's hand.

This also means that the last shot without suspense is for Huo Jingchen.

Without waiting for Jiang Jingming and Zhao Yancheng on the side to react, Zhao Siqing had already run to Huo Jingchen to protect him.

她红着眼圈看向李非欢，轻声道：“对于你妹妹的死，霍景琛确实有错，所以我也不想替他争辩什么，只是我想和他一起在这。 ”

Li Feihuan stared at her without making a sound, and there was still not much emotion on her dusty and elegant face.

Huo Jingchen had a sinking face, and said coldly to Tang Yan: "Take her away!" ”