t If it's true.

Then why didn't he tell her personally?

If it's true.

So what's the point of her shooting?

"Impossible ......"

The voice that Chiri squeezed out of her throat seemed to be trying to convince herself desperately, "You're lying!" ”

"Really?"

Yang Long's expression didn't change at all, "Since Miss Qianli thinks I'm lying, I'm lying." ”

As soon as the words fell.

There is a helicopter landing outside the window.

Yang Long immediately commanded the bodyguards to carry the Emperor Night Hitomi to the helicopter.

Blood dripped all the way.

Qianli felt that her heart was dripping blood.

She subconsciously stepped forward, but was blocked by the bodyguards.

The propeller was blowing a lot of wind.

The blow hurts in the face.

The bodyguards got into the helicopter one by one.

Chiri also wants to go up.

"Bang ——!"

Yang Long directly closed the door of the helicopter without any pause.

Qianli stood numbly in place, looking back at the blood dripping along the way, her face covered with tears that had been dried by the wind.

"Shh——!h

The door of the helicopter opened again.

Qianli looked up in surprise, but only threw a box out of it.

Yang Long said, "Miss Qianli, you are free. ”

Qianli walked over and lifted the box, opening her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

She stood there with the box in her arms.

The helicopter mixed with the howling of the wind, took off and went away—

Almost the same moment.

Tears fell.

Qianli tugged on her clothes, and there seemed to be the temperature of Emperor Ye Pupil holding her on it, which was a feeling of pain deep in her soul but unable to vent.

She should be happy.

Isn't it?

That big pervert will never come to pester himself again.

Isn't it just a bullet? How much can it hurt?

Maybe because my hand was shaking so badly just now, the bullet didn't shoot at the heart at all, but missed?

Those bodyguards also dealt with him urgently, plus his body is so strong, a bullet will definitely be fine, and it will not die!

Maybe it's not that bad......

What is she worried about?

Qian Lishen walked out of the airport with one foot and one foot shallow, sitting on a flower bed, his hands clasped to his knees, staring at Rome in the night with vacant eyes.

One plane after another took off and landed one after another.

It seems to never stop.

The other side.

Royal Hospital of Rome.

The bright shadowless lamp on the operating table suddenly turned on, reflecting the brightness of the entire operating room.

The light shot into the golden pupil of the Emperor's night pupil.

Although it was transported by helicopter, due to the excessive blood flow, his consciousness was already in a state of shock.

The hospital was full of people, the best and most authoritative doctors from all over Rome, one by two, constantly coming and going in the operating room.

All the doctors shouted in English -

"Plasma pack!"

"Shit, he's already hurt!"

"That bullet is dangerous."

“……”

The golden pupils of the emperor's night pupils were dilated, but his consciousness was awake, and various scenes appeared in front of him, flashing from his mind one by one like a marquee-

He was born as an infant and his mother held him in her arms with a happy smile on her face.

He was in elementary school, and his teacher gave him his first flowers and a certificate.

The flowers and certificates were slammed to the ground, his cousin with a hideous face laughed at him, and the other classmates scolded him, calling his mother a prostitute, and all sorts of ugly things.

He punched him.

He saw him kill for the first time, when he was only 10 years old, with blood all over the knife and vomiting for a week.

He wanted to be strong and could protect his mother and himself.

But he still saw his beloved ones dying in blood, right in front of his eyes.

He also saw that he was taken to a luxurious castle, where he needed to undergo all kinds of training because of his special status, and he could not integrate into the group, so he was locked up in a closed room to study......

He saw the birds outside the window, and his eyes showed a look of expectation.

In a short period of time.

It was as if he had finished the first half of his life.

Gloomy and painful.

He heard the church father say—

[Is it painful?] That's rightfully so, because you are the most powerful king, and from the day you are surnamed Emperor, your fate is destined to be different from that of ordinary people. 】