The tip of the knife was against Wen Yang's neck, and the sharp tip had cut through the skin on Wen Yang's neck, but the knife that was tightly held by Qi Han seemed to be nailed into the air, and it did not stab downward.

Wen Yang couldn't stop crying, and looked at Qi Han in horror and helplessness.

Qi Han's breath was chaotic, like a beast whose spirit had fallen into a desperate situation, and his brain was making a fierce struggle and choice.

As long as the knife is stabbed, this person no longer exists ....

But...

But... He can't do it...

Qi Han almost broke down and let out a low roar, and threw the knife in his hand out.

The knife slammed into the door not far away...

"Why?!" Qi Han pressed his hands against Wen Yang's face, and roared with red eyes, "Why can't you give me another chance?!" You used to love me so much! Why?! I'm gone with nothing, and now... Everything.... It's gone...."

In the end, Qi Han choked up on himself, he stumbled back, and finally sat on the sofa, his head down, and his hands were holding his hair.

After a long time, Qi Han calmed down, he walked to his side again, reached out and took off the towel stuffed in Wen Yang's mouth, then lowered his head and gently rubbed Wen Yang's forehead with his face.

"Wen Yang..."Qi Han's voice seemed to be full of heavy burden, "Say a word to me if you like it, okay?" I'd like to hear... Please... Wen Yang..."

Wen Yang gasped with difficulty, and finally opened his mouth and spit out tremblingly, "I... I like you...."

Like an addict who has gained a dose of calmness, Qi Han kissed Wen Yang's hair and said softly, "Wen Yang, will you come with me?" I don't want to fight for anything, I'll take you to a city where no one knows us, let's start over, I'll make money to support you, you just have to be with me, I'll listen to you for everything... I... I'm still... Very, very... Love you..."

The last few words choked out, Qi Han's tears fell on Wen Yang's cheeks one by one, he didn't know why he suddenly wavered in his determination to kill Wen Yang, why the desperate and arrogant himself would beg Wen Yang when he was obviously no longer able to resist....

Begging for that kind of extravagant hope that is no longer possible...

Qi Han untied the rope on Wen Yang's body and hugged Wen Yang into his arms.

Qi Han closed his eyes, sucking obsessively in Wen Yang's hair, and said in a hoarse voice, "Come with me, okay?" Wen Yang....."

Wen Yang didn't speak, and his body held in Qi Han's arms stiffened with fear.

Wen Yang didn't know if Qi Han's brain was awake or crazy at this time....

Just then, there was a knock on the door to the room.

Qi Han straightened up like a frightened bird, a cold light burst out in his eyes, and subconsciously picked up his pistol, and quickly installed the bullet hidden under the sofa cushion.

Qi Han picked up the coat on the sofa and threw it to Wen Yang, "Put it on." ”

Wen Yang wrapped Qi Han's coat around his upper body, which had been torn before, and watched Qi Han stand motionless in front of the sofa with a gun in his hand.

Qi Han walked to the door, and looked through the cat's eyes only to realize that it was one of Hanmocha's subordinates, because when he was drinking tea with Hanmocha, he had seen this person outside the door as Hanmocha's driver.

Qi Han didn't open the door immediately, but said in a deep voice, "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me before dawn?!" ”

The man's voice was as cold as a straight line, "Mr. Qi, let me ask you above, has the person solved it?" ”

"Get out!"

"Mr. Qi, the above is worried that it will change if it is delayed for too long, so ....."

"Did I tell you to, are you deaf?" Qi Han said angrily, "My deadline is tomorrow morning, and everything is up to me before then." ”

Qi Han felt that Hanmocha would not wait for him....

"Mr. Qi, please open the door." The man's voice was even colder, "You are a distinguished guest above, we dare not be disrespectful to you, but the other one, according to the order from above, must be resolved now." ”

At this time, Qi Han heard the sound of pulling out a gun outside the crack in the door, and was startled.

Is it true that Hammocha is coming with him?!

Aren't you afraid to publish his recordings yourself?

The people outside had begun to shoot at the door lock with a pistol equipped with a silencer.

Qi Han quickly retreated, and finally blocked Wen Yang, holding a gun at the door.

At this moment, out of the corner of Qi Han's eyes, he noticed a figure reflected on a huge copper vase with a smooth surface placed in the living room...

Qi Han instantly reacted to what was going on, turned around and hugged Wen Yang, and the two squatted on the carpet behind the sofa together.

Several bullets in a row passed through where Qi Han and Wen Yang were standing just now, shattering the window behind them.

The moment Qi Han squatted down, he let go of Wen Yang, quickly leaned out from the side of the sofa, and shot at the man who walked out of the bedroom.

The man failed to hide in time, and was shot three times and fell to the ground.

When Qi Han saw that the man was wearing the clothes of a cleaner, he guessed that this person might have been working at height in disguise, descended from the roof rope, and then cut the bedroom window to get in.

It seems that Hunmocha wants to solve it even himself!

Old stuff!

At this time, the door of the living room had been kicked open, and Qi Han was protecting Wen Yang while fighting with someone who came.

There were many obstructions in the position, Qi Han barely had the advantage, Wen Yang had been squatting behind the sofa with his ears covered, his body stiffened with fear.

After more than ten seconds, Qi Han was shot in the shoulder, holding his bleeding shoulder and leaning back on the sofa in pain. And threw away the pistol that had run out of bullets.

Wen Yang looked at Qi Han in horror...

He originally thought that the people outside were coming in to save him, but he didn't expect it.... turned Qi Han into his only savior....

Qi Han looked at Wen Yang and chuckled bitterly, "I'm sorry now..... Is it still too late? ”

Qi Han's entire left arm was stained red by the blood flowing from his shoulder, looking shocking, Wen Yang was at a loss, and looked at Qi Han with tears, "How... What to do? You... You hold on..."

Wen Yang hopes that Qi Han will pay all kinds of costs for his evil deeds, but none of these costs require Qi Han to pay for his life...

So Wen Yang didn't want Qi Han to die...

Hanmocha's men checked the pistol, and there was only one bullet left in the gun.

Two lives are not enough.

The man knew that Qi Han had been shot, and Qi Han's magazine was empty....

After walking to the sofa, the man found Qi Han who had passed out behind the sofa, and Wen Yang, who was trembling.

Wen Yang stood up tremblingly, crying and retreating in the face of the muzzle of the black hole.

"No... Don't..."

The man strode forward, reached out and grabbed Wen Yang's neck, and lifted the thin Wen Yang directly down a wall.

The last bullet was reserved for the man to pretend to "commit suicide".

The man's palms tightened directly and vigorously, and after the two people were eliminated, the two corpses would be secretly sent to the second scene that had been disguised long ago.

Time is of the essence.

Qi Han suddenly opened his eyes, got up quickly, strangled the man's neck from behind with his arm, and forcibly dragged the man back from Wen Yang.

Wen Yang fell to the ground, rubbing his neck for a long time.

Qi Han, who lost too much blood and lost his physical strength, was not a man's opponent after all, and was finally crossed by the man over his shoulder and fell to the ground in pain, but he still got up with his breath and scuffled with the man.

"Let's go, Wen Yang! Come on! ”

Using his body to suppress the man against the wall and temporarily unable to move, Qi Han turned his head and yelled at Wen Yang.

Wen Yang relieved himself, got up from the ground, and quickly ran towards the door.

Seeing that Wen Yang was about to open the door and escape, the man was in a hurry, struggled to break away from Qi Han, and raised his gun to point at Wen Yang at the door.

Wen Yang subconsciously looked back, and just saw the muzzle of the gun aimed directly at him, and his breathing instantly stagnated.

In this short period of a few tenths of a second, Wen Yang thought that he was dead, and the picture in front of him became extremely slow....

He saw the man's finger pulling the trigger...

Seeing that gun, the body of the gun shook violently...

Then the line of sight was blocked by Qi Han.

All that's left is .... Qi Han's back.

"Qi Han!!"

Since he was completely dead to Qi Han, Wen Yang never thought that his heart would be split for Qi Han one day.

Wen Yang turned around and rushed towards Qi Han, reached out and hugged Qi Han's slowly falling body, kneeling heavily on the ground, but he couldn't feel the slightest pain....

"No.. No!! Qi Han, I beg you, don't die... I beg you...."

Wen Yang broke down and cried out in pain, he covered Qi Han's chest with his hands, but the blood still rushed out like a torrent that opened the floodgates.

Qi Han opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound, he only tried to open his eyes and look at Wen Yang, trying to engrave this face into his soul forever after death...

In fact, until he dies, he is just a bastard, a bastard who is self-inflicted and ugly in front of love.

He doesn't deserve to be forgiven by Wen Yang...

Qi Han felt as if there were pictures of himself getting along with Wen Yang in high school in front of him, he had been so dismissive of Wen Yang's liking, but in the end it became the only memory that he could perceive the temperature before he died.

He will never forget the young boy who always stood by the basketball court with a bottle of pure water, and his eyes always followed him.....

In his eyes, it was as if he were the whole world....

Qi Han raised his hand with difficulty, tried his best to touch Wen Yang's face, and finally spit out a voice with endless remorse, ".... Good.... Alive...."

In the end, Qi Han still couldn't touch Wen Yang's cheeks, his blood-stained arms hung down to his side, and his half-open eyes seemed to be still looking at Wen Yang, but the anger in his eyes was slowly fading....

"Qi Han! No!! Don't..."

Wen Yang hugged Qi Han, who was no longer breathless, and cried bitterly.

Hatred, after all, cannot transcend death...

(Ha: There is no stalk in this article that "the position of the heart is opposite to that of ordinary people", so ..... You get the idea. ）