Lan Qingchuan felt his chest shake a few times, and laughed wildly, almost laughing, as if he hadn't done something like this for a long time.

"Being used like this, ho ho, Chu Li, it's better to die with me."

Gong Nanmu squeezed the blade deeper into her neck, restrained her by taking two steps forward, and quickly pulled out the gun with one hand.

At this moment, Ou Yanzhe ordered, but the sniper shot missed. The wind suddenly flipped sharply, and for a moment the gunfire was incessant. Lan Qingchuan was suspicious, and reached into her clothes with both hands, and in her pocket was the small pistol she placed.

The situation was chaotic for a while, and after Gong Nanmu shot a few people, a gap was broken. She was choked and retreated to cover up, Gong Nanmu was shot, and her actions were still fast and accurate.

Lan Qingchuan's abdominal cramps did not stop, her eyes were almost blurred, and in the sound of the fierce wind, she did not ignore the suppression of the sudden rise in the strength of her neck. In that moment, the pain stabbed her almost to death.

Gong Nanmu didn't want to pull her as a burden, and if he dragged it on, he really had no way to escape.

A gunshot rang out, and blood exploded on Lan Qingchuan's eyelids. She moved her lips and watched as her mom ran towards her, in the midst of the smoke.

Gong Nanmu was hit, and it happened to be the hand he drew his sword towards. He let out a roar, grabbed the hilt of the knife and threw it backwards.

"No!"

Lan Qingchuan shouted hoarsely: "No! ”

In just a moment, there was no time to blink an eye, and a blow was hit.

The woman clutched her chest and collapsed, her eyes looking at her gently. Her young lady, from childhood to adulthood, has never suffered the slightest. Even now, how could she not understand that her aunt, the powerful Marquis Longerak, was using her precious young lady as bait to lure the enemy.

The master is gone, the husband is not there, only her lonely young lady is left, if she is really gone, who else can protect her young lady.

Lan Qingchuan struggled desperately, trying to run towards her.

Gong Nanmu didn't have the patience, so he pushed her down, and his bloody hand was replaced with a gun. She couldn't see clearly ahead, there was blood red everywhere, she could feel this malice, and she could indeed feel the malice of the whole world.

She quickly pulled out the little pistol for self-defense, looked up almost in disgust, and pulled the trigger. At that moment, she saw Gong Nanmu's crazy and terrifying eyes and the expression of resolute hatred.

"Die."

A powerful blast struck, and she clung to her hot pistol and plunged into great darkness.

She never looked at Ou Yanzhe again, and in this chaos that she didn't expect, I don't know if he expected it. Naturally, she wouldn't think about it and couldn't imagine Ou Yanzhe's expression that was so frightened that she almost wanted to break at this moment.

Lan Qingchuan had a miscarriage, her body was blood-red, and her face was extremely pale, even distorted in pain. I don't know how long she can endure and endure such a state.

She was held hostage by a crowd of people in the darkness and put on a plane.

When Gong Chiruo saw this woman again, she was covered in blood and carried into Delin Yuan, already extremely weak. He didn't know if she still had the consciousness to see him, she was even screaming faintly, and she had lost any strength she had when she resisted him.

Fate is really a good reincarnation, she conceived someone else's child and returned to his Delin Garden.

He didn't think he would see her again. In this life.