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Feng Jiu looked at Murong Wanwan's eyes that were red because of hatred, looked at her almost out of control at the moment, and watched the gun in her hand keep poking at the master of the Pure Heart Nunnery, and the silver needle that Feng Jiu quietly held in his hand never dared to send it out.

She couldn't take any chances.

Long Yutian's mother can't be hurt in the slightest.

Feng Jiu stared at Murong Wanwan and said in a deep voice: "Murong Wanwan!" Calm down! This matter has nothing to do with the master of the Pure Heart Nunnery, you let go of the Master of the Pure Heart Nunnery, and I will let you deal with it! ”

As he spoke, Feng Jiu quietly glanced out the window.

There was such a big movement in the house, it was impossible for Leo's men in the courtyard not to hear it, could it be that the old ghost had already acted?

At this moment, Murong Wanwan suddenly sneered: "Don't worry, as long as you die, I will immediately release the master of the Pure Heart Nunnery." ”

As she spoke, she suddenly shouted loudly, "Someone! Come on! ”

It's just that she shouted for a long time, but it was always quiet outside.

Murong Wanwan's face changed, her eyes widened suddenly, and she glared at Feng Jiu angrily and said sharply, "You brought someone over?" ”

Feng Jiu shook his head calmly, "There are your people everywhere on and off the mountain, if I bring someone over, you can't find out." ”

Murong Wanwan listened to it and felt reasonable, but how could no one respond to her outside?

Wrong!

Something must have happened!

Murong Wanwan gritted her teeth, thinking that even if she couldn't escape, even if she died here, she would have to kill Feng Jiu first!

Thinking of this, Murong Wanwan glanced at Leo who was lying motionless on the ground again, and secretly took a deep breath to calm himself down.

I thought that Leo could help him kill Fengjiu, but he didn't expect it to be so useless.

It seems that she still has to rely on herself.

With a gloomy face, she stared at Fengjiu not far away, and said coldly: "Fengjiu, pick up Leo's gun!" ”

When Feng Jiu heard this, he couldn't help frowning slightly, "Let me pick up the gun?" Are you sure? Aren't you afraid that I will shoot you with a gun? ”

Murong Wanwan sneered, "Then let's see if your bullet is fast, or my bullet is fast." ”

Feng Jiu looked at the pistol in Murong Wanwan's hand that was against the master of the Pure Heart Nunnery, silently walked to Leo's side, and picked up the pistol on the ground.

"Aim at your own heart." Murong gritted his teeth and said word by word.

"No way!" The master of the Pure Heart Nunnery said urgently, "Xiaojiu, I'm already old, it's okay if I'm dead, but you still have Ah Yu, and Xiao Liang, they all need you, you can't die!" ”

Feng Jiu didn't speak, holding the gun in his right hand, and without thinking, he aimed the muzzle of the gun at his left chest, the position of his heart.

"Xiaojiu......" The master of the Pure Heart Nunnery looked at Fengjiu with a sad look in his eyes, but said in a stern tone, "Xiaojiu, my mother ordered you to put the gun down!" ”

Feng Jiu was stunned.

"Dead old woman, shut up for me!" Murong Wanwan smashed the forehead of the master of the Pure Heart Nunnery with a gun, and then immediately held the gun against the temple of the master of the Pure Heart Nunnery, his eyes were always staring at Feng Jiu on the opposite side, and the corners of his mouth curled up and said with a cruel smile: "Feng Jiu, do it, you know, I want you to die, I just want you to die, as long as you die, I will let this old woman go immediately!" ”

Feng Jiu looked at Jingxin, who was knocked unconscious by Murong Wanwan, and looked at the bright red liquid that kept flowing from the corner of Jingxin's forehead, and his eyes were unconsciously cold.

Murong Wanwan has completely become a madman.

She couldn't help but glance at the window again, thinking to herself that there really was no way back......

"Still not doing it?" Murong Wanwan suddenly snapped and deliberately pressed the trigger of the pistol.

Feng Jiu stared at Murong Wanwan and said slowly: "Murong Wanwan, I hope you can be the talker, after I die, let Ah Yu's mother go, otherwise, I will not let you go if I become a ghost." ”

With that, her fingers pulled the trigger hard.

There was a muffled pop in his ears, and the position of his chest suddenly hurt, and in an instant, a warm liquid spurted out.

Feng Jiu's eyes were still staring at Murong Wanwan without blinking, but his body fell softly.