Luo Mingyuan was tied up and thrown into Luo Zhengting's room, because his arm was cut off, his bloody body was thrown to the ground, and he was released at once, rolling all over the ground, and the blood stains were sticky all over the place.

Luo Zhengting was awakened by his son's intermittent screams, and when he saw his son rolling on the ground with a broken arm, he was first frightened, his eyes widened and he moved his body with great effort, trying to go over to see his son's injuries. But helplessly, this half-paralyzed body couldn't stand the control of his brain at all.

When he was struggling to move against his head, his head 'buzzed', and his body was involuntarily turned over and fell to the ground, his head hit the corner of the bed, he turned from the bed to the ground, his body was still powerless, and he watched his son roll in front of him in pain.

Luo Mingyuan didn't recognize anyone when he was in pain, and the blood gushing out of his hands was also stained on his father's gray hospital gown by the way, and the room was even more in a mess, as long as Luo Mingyuan rolled away, whether it was a cabinet standing in the corner of the wall or a basin set up in a high place, it would be overturned.

Even the round table that stood steadily, he could kick and kick the kettle down with two feet, and everything that could be smashed in the basic room was kicked over and smashed by him.

The whole room was littered with fragments of porcelain bowls in the east and west, broken books in the east and west, blood stains in the east and west, and various things scattered around.

Waiting for Luo Xiaoqi to be carried into it along with the wheelchair, looking at the mess all over the ground, she quietly ordered: "Give medicine to Master Luo, and carry Master Luo to the bed."

A few people did as they were told, there was no doctor, just a few rude subordinates who put a thick layer of Yunnan Baiyao on Luo Mingyuan's slashed arm, and they didn't wrap it in a white cloth, but injected anesthetic needles into him, so that he wouldn't roll around in pain when he had the strength to do so.

Luo Mingyuan obviously didn't have the strength to make any more fuss, a thick layer of Yunnan Baiyao was sprinkled on it, it hurt so much that he grinned, he used his last strength to shout desperately, and finally fell down and really didn't have the strength to hate Luo Xiaoqi again.

After Luo Zhengting was carried to the bed, he showed that his eyes revealed his distress for Luo Mingyuan, as well as the deep hatred when he saw Luo Xiaoqi, he stared at his tiger-like eyes, as if he could get up and strip Luo Xiaoqi alive in the next second.

The servant made a clean space for Luo Xiaoqi in the house, and let her stand between the father and son, Luo Xiaoqi glanced at Luo Mingyuan who fell to the ground and struggled powerlessly with interest, every part of his body was clean, he was originally dressed as a beggar, but now he was wrapped in pieces of blood, layer after layer of ash.

Look at Luo Zhengting again, it's okay if he has a little blood all over him, but the bad thing is his face, it seems that he is ten years old in an instant.

She grinned, and there was still an innocent and ignorant look in her eyes: "Master Luo, I brought your son to see you, you are satisfied, I said that I went in alive and died, if you have the ability, you will walk from my gun alive, if you don't have the ability, you will die."

Saying that, her eyes drooped halfway, and a bad posture spontaneously appeared, she stretched out her hand, Cheng Jiabai next to her took out a pistol and a group of servants honestly pushed out of the door, he stared at these two people lying upright, one lying on the ground, the other lying on the bed, but no matter what, there will be a body lying in the underworld between the two of them.

"I only put one bullet in this pistol, take turns to give you two a shot, whoever hits, whoever has to die, the one who doesn't hit, you will live honestly, I said that life depends on your ability."

After saying that, Luo Xiaoqi didn't give them any respite, and gave Luo Mingyuan a shot first, only to hear the sound of the card, the bullet did not shoot out is a great luck, Luo Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, he injected the anesthetic and only left a still sober head, and the pain caused by the twisting of the heart just now from the arm also disappeared.

The consciousness that remained was all concentrated in Luo Xiaoqi's hands, he felt that he should not be afraid of death after doing these things, but when the muzzle of the gun was really aimed at him, he was afraid of death and pain. In the first round, the heart he was hanging from was also put down, and sweat seeped out the cloth that wet his back.

Obviously, Luo Mingyuan's muzzle of Luo Xiaoqi's finger showed a calm face, he was lying on this hospital bed sitting on a useless patient for all these years, and he thought about how he died every day, and now he can finally be freed, why not do it, he really wants to take that shot, two of his three sons died, and the last one He can no longer watch him die in front of himself, and he is willing to die for Luo Mingyuan.

However, the one who wanted to die was not satisfied, and Luo Xiaoqi's shot still didn't come out.

In the first round, neither of them died, but in the second round, Luo Xiaoqi shot again, but there were still no bullets on the two bodies.

The hearts of the two of them followed the snatch in Luo Xiaoqi's hand and lifted and put it down, Luo Zhengting's eyes were rotating with Luo Xiaoqi's goal, when the gun was aimed at Luo Mingyuan, he pinched a sweat for Luo Mingyuan, Luo Mingyuan also pinched a sweat for himself, and when they saw the gun, they didn't think about it, and the two of them took their hearts back. The target fell on Luo Zhengting.

Compared with Luo Zhengting just now, he was not so shocked, but he was angry: "If you want to kill me, you will come." But everything is unpredictable, Luo Zhengting wanted to ask for death, Luo Xiaoqi refused, and then turned the muzzle of the gun to Luo Mingyuan, and only heard a 'bang' at the last moment, and Luo Mingyuan appeared a bloody hole in the belt.

The bullet that originally belonged to Luo Zhengting, Luo Mingyuan helped him suffer it.

Luo Mingyuan was very quiet when he died, not noisy or noisy, because he spent all his strength on his arm, waiting for his head to hit the ground with a heavy bang, his face was full of pain left over from his life, and then left this world.

Luo Zhengting stared at the scene of Luo Mingyuan falling to the ground, tears streaming out of his eyes, connecting in a string between his cheeks, and dripping intermittently onto the quilt he was covering. His mind also went blank with the sound of the gunshot, and then a heart-rending roar sounded: "Ming Yuan", his last son also died.

There was a warm and angry force in his chest that surged up, causing him to spit out blood, and then began to have tinnitus, and he felt that his eyes were dark in a daze, and finally he fainted and closed his eyes, as if he heard Luo Xiaoqi's voice telling his subordinates to find a doctor to wake him up, do you still want to let yourself live now, it is better to die than to suffer to live.

But in the end, after several twists and turns, Luo Zhengting was still rescued, his eyes were bloodshot, he had obviously struggled for several days without sleeping, his mouth was full of rags, obviously the people around him were afraid that he would bite his tongue and kill himself.

And he is now a semi-paralyzed, no different from a puppet tied up, and his puppet is useless, just staying depressed and suffering from the sin from the bottom of his heart, and Luo Xiaoqi is nothing more than the more he sees his painful appearance, the happier he is.

His wrinkled and white skin was tightly tied to his bones, and now that he was alive, it made no difference if he put a bundle of firewood in his clothes, and he didn't eat the food brought by his servants, nor did he drink the medicine brought by his servants, and he was going to starve himself to death like this.

On this day, it was time for him to drink the medicine, and the difference from the past was that the person who delivered the medicine today was not someone else but Jiang Yuan. All the dim light in the room was brought in from the outside, Jiang Yuan stood in the light and shadow of the door* coming in, he couldn't see any of his expressions clearly, but he could vaguely see him holding a bowl of medicine and walking towards the bed.

He began to move when he became conscious, Jiang Yuan walked to his bed, and said in a cold and soft voice: "Master Luo, I came to see you on the road, the head of the family is still kind, you treated him like this back then, he still thought that you were his eldest uncle, and sent you home to reunite with your three sons."

Then he tore open the rag in Luo Zhengting's mouth, raised the bowl of medicine in his hand, and carefully fed it to his mouth little by little with a spoon, he actually took it all, Jiang Yuan fed him as much as he wanted, he knew that after drinking this bowl of medicine, he would be free.

Luo Zhengting looked up at Jiang Yuan, only to see that the light around him was dim, he still couldn't detect the slightest joy and worry on Jiang Yuan's face, he knew that no matter what he said now, he looked pale and weak, but between hesitation, he still made a few trills: "Youtang, I have done a lot of bad things in my life, I am suspicious, and no one around me believes me, including my three sons." But the only thing I ever doubted about you," he said, with a soft glint in his eyes.

He felt a hammer pound on his head, and then a fatal pain set in, and there was silence all around, and he knew that the medicine in the bowl had worked, and he felt his body begin to lighten.

Jiang Yuan then leaned over and said in his ear: "You hurt me so badly, I really wanted to cut you with a knife at that time", his words were powerful, and he locked the throat of Luo Zhengting's fate, and at the last moment he stared straight at his legs and eyes, and the soft light with affection in his eyes just now was fleeting, and he went like this.

Luo Xiaoqi saw all this in disbelief outside the door, waiting for Jiang Yuan to come out of the house and asked puzzledly, "You killed him?" ”

Jiang Yuan, who saw the light, seemed to have just given birth to a serious illness, stumbled out, and then smiled lightly, and raised his eyebrows: "Wouldn't it be better to kill him, so that you and I will be relieved, and the participants in the matter of the year are all dead, this is the real last."

Jiang Yuan pointed to Luo Zhengting in the house, only to see that the room was a hollow and could not be seen.