(Don't order it yet, make it up in the early morning.) If you have clicked on it, remember to refresh it and see it again when the time comes).

The forest at the bottom of the cliff is indeed very wide if you just measure it with your feet.

And playing a chasing-like cat and mouse game in this deserted forest, Gin's mood seemed very happy, and gradually, even the frequency of shooting slowly slowed down-

Although he said that he could kill her with one shot, it was not fun!

Here, you don't even have to worry about being discovered, and you don't have to think about the aftermath after that, you have time to watch your prey gradually despair, and then the best result is that in the end she took the initiative to cry and kneel, begging herself to give her a good ......

This is an inevitable result, since she chose to flee into this wooded area on her own initiative, and she has not been able to escape her tracking, her fate has long been doomed......

Thinking like this, Gin continued the chase, while the vodka on the side had already slowed down the frequency of shooting, and almost the shot was fired in an outrageous position, just purely as a deterrent.

In this way, the vodka followed the pace of the gin and kept moving through the forest...... wind

However, after a while, Gin suddenly felt the mobile phone in his pocket vibrate, as if he had received some message-

At such a time?

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Gin, who looked a little impatient, finally took out his mobile phone, wanting to see why there was an email coming at this time, after all, it is likely that he can send his own email......

"Shirley must be kept alive and brought back......

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and Gin roughly read out the general content of this email, feeling very unhappy, but after looking at the email address and the signature of the email, Gin was helpless, and Gin still commanded Vodka:

"Don't shoot. If that adult wants to live, it won't hurt her by mistake."

Saying this, Gin glanced sharply at the mouthful

"Did she tell the adult?"

Muttering, Gin couldn't help but think that at such a time, he would receive an email like "that adult", and it could only be possible that someone had told "that adult".

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