Even though the heavens and the earth are like ink, this spear is also golden and shiny.

She recognized the golden gun in Huo Sanye's hand as Shen Yujian's, and also remembered that Huo Sanye had snatched the silver gun in her handbag when she was trapped.

Looking at the rough workmanship, it looks like a pair of male and female guns. Now they are both trapped.

"Huo Sanye, one person does things and one person does things, as long as you can let her go, I will promise anything." Shen Yuchen stared at her almost greedily, word by word, with extra force.

Ping Yan let go without hesitation, the gun fell straight down, and in an instant, several people came up and grabbed her body, she didn't resist, let several pairs of big hands tear and hold herself, the blood red in her eyes gradually faded, leaving only a dead silence without ripples, and the clear reflection of Shen Yu's face.

Huo Sanye raised the gun and threw it on Ping Yan's face in anger, and all of a sudden, the cold and hard handle of the gun slashed at her face, like a stone hitting jade, a knife slashing brocade, and exploding loudly.

Shen Yuchen felt that the blood flow all over his body suddenly exploded in an instant, he roared to break free, staggered and pounced on Ping Yan's body, burying her under his chest without leaving a gap.

Countless terrifying claws stretched out, separating their bodies that were leaning on each other.

Huo Sanye sneered at Shen Yuchen, "The Shen family is really infatuated, your father was like this back then, but I didn't expect his son to be blue." Saying that, he instructed his subordinates: "Strip her off, I'm curious, what kind of musculo-bony physiognomy is this, which can be worth Young Master Shen's life." ”

Ping Yan lowered her eyes and looked at the ground, there was green velvet moss in the brick cracks, and she was humble and lonely in the cracks to survive. The clothes on his body were torn, and every sound was a sound of shame that could not be heard. Those hands, like slime with bed bugs, were cold and dirty.

There was a deafening thunder, and the rain was like a scoop, a bang, a bang, a splash of blisters, bulging, and then cracking, and the cycle was repeated, and it was difficult to preserve.

She heard Shen Yuchen's roar, and in the rolling thunder, it was also earth-shattering and enduring.

A bullet shot out of nowhere, through the rain curtain, shot out a cluster of flying blood. Huo Sanye's body slumped, and he cried out in pain while holding his bleeding leg joints.

Shen Yuchen didn't know how to break the hemp rope, and in the blurry rain curtain, Ping Yan only saw a pair of big hands full of blood, crossing a heavy layer of cold and bone-chilling rain, pounced on herself, and hugged herself deeply, tightly.

Rows of vicious ghosts surrounded them, Huo Sanye's face was hideous and ugly, he raised his pistol and pulled the trigger fiercely.

Shen Yuchen touched Ping Yan's face with nostalgia in her eyes, opened her lips lightly, like a whisper on the pillow, like the slow bloom of a bud in the middle of the night, and used a voice that nothing in this world could hear, only to herself, "I love you." ”

He turned around straight, facing the wind and rain, with a pair of red eyes, and announced to the heavens and the earth, the voice that resounded through the heavens and the earth, as if to tear apart everything in the world out of thin air, leaving only herself, "I love you!" ”

"I love you!"

"Peach ......"

The bullet penetrated his body, and in the wind and rain cry that resounded through the heavens and the earth, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, inaudible. Like a scarecrow eroded by the wind and rain, he fell straight and stiffly backwards, falling into Ping Yan's arms in a void, and used all his strength to murmur her name for the last time.

"Peach ......"

No more sound.

It's silent.

On her heart, it seems that the needle rain has carved out one after another bottomless blood holes, like fragile glass, and the texture is cracked.

I don't know if it was the pouring rain that covered my eyes, or the tears that broke the embankment. Ping Yan can't see the world clearly, and she can't see the man in her arms clearly. Only the large piece of demonic red on his chest, like ink cinnabar splashed on snow-white rice paper, stinging and painful, seemed to pull off her eyeballs alive.

She hugged the colder man with her cold hands, and snuggled deeply, like Siro wrapping around the trunk of a tree with all her life's might, as if they were one.

Dense gunshots rang out from all directions, the smoke of gunpowder dispersed, and the figures moved. Ping Yan only knelt on the ground quietly in a daze, bowed her upper body without moving, blocked the endless wind and rain for Shen Yuchen, and carefully wiped the blood on his face with her hands as a treasure.

A low and mournful voice sounded in her ears, someone grabbed her arm, she didn't know who it was, she only fixed her eyes on Shen Yuchen. Until someone wanted to take Shen Yuchen away, she couldn't see the person's face clearly, she only stared at a pair of terrifying eyes and refused to let go, so she took a bite of the limit of her physical strength and personally hugged Shen Yuchen into the car.

Church Hospital.

Several Western doctors held an emergency treatment meeting and came to the conclusion that shrapnel had wounded the inferior vena cava of the heart, and that the removal of the bullet would cause local hemorrhage, and the chance of survival was only 30%, so they did not recommend surgery.

Ping Yan snatched the gun of the guard next to her, pointed it at the head of the attending doctor, was furious, and shouted: "If you don't operate, wait for death!" ”