Mo Zixuan raised his foot and grabbed the knee of the man on the left, and hit the chest of the man on the right with his elbow, and they each took a step back.

Mo Zixuan broke free, and he didn't have time to do anything urgently.

Jian Junxi took out a pistol from the man's waist and loaded it directly on his forehead, his dark face was like the calm before the storm, and his eyes were swaying with sour tears.

He said coldly: "One last time to ask you, get out?" Or not roll? ”

Mo Zixuan's breathing froze, there was no trace of blood on his pale face, he never thought that one day, the girl he loved the most would point a gun at him.

A light smile rose at the corner of his lips, and he said hoarsely: "Let's shoot......"

Jian Junxi was furious, put down the gun, grabbed the arm of the man next to him, gathered all his strength, aimed at Mo Zixuan's abdomen, and kicked it fiercely.

Just right...... Kicked him out of the door.

"Bang......" In the next second, she closed the door directly.

"Hiss......" Mo Zixuan was caught off guard, and before his brain could react, he only heard the sound of the door mercilessly closing.

"Cher...... Don't ......" Mo Zixuan's heart hurt like a knife, as if he was dripping blood, and he banged on the door in pain.

After Jian Junxi locked the door, his clenched fists kept trembling, and he said coldly: "Don't let him come in again!" ”

"Yes, young master!" The two men looked at each other, not daring to disobey her.

Jian Junxi's eyes were out of focus, so quiet that there was no trace of anger, holding the gun and walking upstairs step by step.

The man thought she had forgotten, and couldn't help but remind, "Young master...... That one...... Gun ......"

"When I'm done...... I'll give it back to you! She walked as she spoke, without looking back.

The zombie-like movements, coupled with her cold tone, made them feel that something was wrong.

Mo Zixuan was still banging on the door, and the two of them looked at Jian Junxi, and then looked outside, a little overwhelmed.

"Quick, hurry up and inform Assistant Wen!" The other man said in a low voice.

"Okay......" The man immediately pulled out his phone.

Jian Junxi walked to the second floor step by step with a pistol in her hand, her body full of evil spirits, and her empty and cold eyes all told her that she was possessed by a demon and was no longer human.

Seeing Jian Junxi's face change drastically when Abu saw this, he froze in place, and the blood all over his body seemed to stop flowing.

And she, every step seems to come from hell, stepping into ice, ruthless as if it has penetrated into the bones, and she doesn't feel half of her popularity.

The air seemed to be shrouded in clouds of yin qi, all emanating from all around her, and Abu was so frightened that his spine stiffened, and a layer of cold sweat broke out all over his body.

Her throat rolled subconsciously, and she kept praying that she had only been exposed, not to enter the door behind her......

However, God did not seem to hear her prayers.

Jian Junxi walked in front of her and stopped.

The jaw line is tight, the black pupils are condensed with the cold ice in the 10,000-year-old cold pool, there are no waves, there is a dead silence, and the thin lips are lightly opened: "Get out of the way!" ”

Abu couldn't help but shudder, the blood on his face faded, and he opened his mouth tremblingly: "Shao...... Young Master......"

"Don't make me say it a second time!" Jian Junxi's cold voice was like a cold wind passing through, with a freezing coolness.

Obviously she was still the young master, but Abu felt that she had lost her mind.

Subconsciously took a small step back, blocked the door, and didn't dare to move.

Jian Junxi raised the gun against her forehead, exuding a devilish aura all over her body, and her unfamiliar eyes were empty and cold, as if she didn't know anyone anymore.

A fine layer of cold sweat broke out on Abu's forehead, and he froze in place and prepared to defend himself.

(End of chapter)