He circled her tightly, the temperature of Delin Court was cold, her lips were no longer colorless, as white as her face, and fragile enough that she would stop breathing if she moved slightly.

He picked her up and whispered, "Cherry, your uncle is still waiting for you." ”

He repeated, raising his voice, "Aren't you going back and guarding your uncle?" And your cherished family? ”

He didn't care if she could hear it or not, he had never been in such a dangerous situation, his face was calm and sharp, and Shen Lan's eyes were forced towards Gong Chiruo.

Miyaike hadn't held a gun for a long time, and he hadn't killed someone for a long time. After staying in the blood and darkness for a long time, he was also disgusted, and he didn't want to dirty his hands and eyes. Gong Shu was cultivated for this, and so was Gong Nanmu.

"I wanted to kill you a long time ago." Gong Chiruo raised his gun, his gray eyes were disgusting and dark: "You and Lan Yuanli always sabotage my good deeds one after another." ”

He shot quickly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he gave a shot. Ou Yanzhe was hit in the chest by this shot, almost penetrating, the pain was so sharp that he could barely stand on his heels, and the blood that spurted out splashed onto Lan Qingchuan's face in his arms, sliding down in strings, a strange and cruel look.

He couldn't support it, he half-knelt down, Lan Qingchuan slept unconscious in his blood-stained arm, if he couldn't still feel the beating of her chest, Ou Yanzhe would have thought that she was dead.

It was the first time he had been injured in more than twenty years. When he was very young, his grandmother protected him, and when he grew up, no one could hurt him. The son of Langlak was born from a noble and privileged background, and was always elegant and calm, and the unpredictable appearance of the city. Before today, he had never thought that he would be in danger and that he would be held at gunpoint to his head.

If Gong Chi walked calmly in such chaos, he approached step by step, and no one could stop him. He looked condescendingly at his hated target, a slow smile on his lips.

It can't be called a laugh, satisfied with the achievement of the goal but extremely dark.

He squinted at his blonde hair and Lan Qingchuan in his arms, his eyes were gloomy to the extreme, under his brilliant beauty, he was strange and inhuman, and there was a fierce murderous aura upside down.

He raised his gun, pointed it at the two of them, and told Ou Yanzhe with cold and cruel eyes that he was going to send him to hell.

Ou Yanzhe does not believe in Christ, does not believe in religion. He looked at the muzzle of the gun close at hand, and could almost feel the sight of the destructive bullets rushing towards him, accompanied by a burst of fire.

The flames lit up for a split second, and then exploded all over the ground.

He was pushed down by the huge force she took, and was injured by the blow that was using the arm he used to protect Lan Qingchuan. He looked intently at Miyachi Ruo, who was in the same situation or worse, and his arm was no longer numerous.

Miyachi Ruo couldn't hold a gun because of the explosion, and his men were picking him up and preparing to move.

Ou Yanzhe's eyes on him were dark and cold, but he was not looking at himself, but at Lan Qingchuan in his arms.

The man with a beautiful and cold face dropped the gun that was about to shoot them, and the last glance he saw was dark and desperate, like a trapped beast. His eyes were too bloodthirsty and murderous, and most people couldn't see through other contents, and Ou Yanzhe suddenly saw his eyes at that moment.

It's a pity that Lan Qingchuan can no longer be seen.

I see. This is why the sniper did not shoot him. It's not because the situation is chaotic and there is no opportunity, but because their master is afraid of hurting the person he is holding in his arms.

Ou Yanzhe smoothed Lan Qingchuan's messy hair, wiped the blood on her face for her, and he looked at the eyebrows that were gradually revealed, and smiled lowly.

Gong Chiruo's goal was always just him, but he never thought of wanting Lan Qingchuan to die. The man who was bound to repay him weaved such a big net, and he didn't want to hurt her in the slightest.

Does Lan Qingchuan know this?

He probably won't know the answer.