"I want your life."

Sheng Jinghua's voice sounded slowly, his tone was gentle and soft, like a spring breeze, but the words he said made Fu Yue's heart fall to the bottom.

Hearing this, the slender and beautiful officer slowly raised his hand, drew his gun, and then aimed the pitch-black muzzle at his chest.

Snow-white fingertips against the trigger.

"Qi Yan, I don't allow you to agree!"

Fu Yue's pupils suddenly constricted, and his voice was raised.

Sheng Jinghua's gun was still pointed at Fu Yue, his fingertips pulled the trigger, and his clear voice sounded, threatening: "Or you want to watch her die." ”

He suddenly smiled and said slowly: "I'm not in a hurry to let you die, Qi Yan, how about abolishing your own hand first?" ”

Qi Yan is a soldier, and there is no doubt how important his hand is to a soldier.

Fu Yue roared angrily: "Qi Ash! ”

The young officer, with his long eyelashes half-hanging and his cherry red lips pursed, pulled out a dagger from his waist, raised his slender snow-white fingers, held the sharp blade, and tightened his five fingers.

The sound of a sharp knife entering the flesh.

The blood is like an infusion, dripping on the marble floor, like a blooming red plum, bewitching and beautiful.

The fingertips hung limply, and the blood stained the snow-white gloves red.

Qi Yan raised her beautiful and clean eyes and looked at Sheng Jinghua opposite, "You let her go, and I'll let you do it." ”

In fact, he had the opportunity to shoot at Sheng Jinghua and then kill him.

But Qi Yan didn't dare to bet.

Even if there was half a chance, he still didn't dare to bet.

Because Sheng Jinghua's gun was loaded, as long as he gently pulled the trigger, Fu Yue would definitely die.

Fu Yue's eyes stared straight at Qi Yan's bleeding hand. More than once regretted his carelessness, endless self-loathing welled up in his heart.

She struggled to break free of the handcuffs that held her, and the slightly sharp edges of the handcuffs had pierced into her white wrists, and the thick blood marks were shocking.

Sheng Jinghua naturally found out, he narrowed his eyes, his long-suppressed emotions became irritable, and he said quietly: "Why, I feel so sorry for him?" Su Chiyue, do you believe that I really shot it? ”

It's a big deal to die together, at least you will be with me.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

At this time, two more people came to this Paramount Gate, one was Qin Shuhan, and the other was a girl, and if you looked closely, it was Su Yanran.

Seeing Sheng Jinghua pointing a gun at Fu Yue, Qin Shuhan's eyes shrank, and he scolded angrily: "Sheng Jinghua, are you crazy? How can you ...... hurt her.

Sheng Jinghua interrupted him, "Qin Shuhan, shut up, it's none of your business." ”

Su Yanran, who was hiding behind Qin Shuhan, stared at Sheng Jinghua and Fu Yue with the girl's obscure eyes, and pursed her pink lips.

She came with Qin Shuhan, because she said that she was Su Chiyue's sister and was worried about her sister, so this person brought her with her.

She was hiding outside the door just now, and she also heard everything Sheng Jinghua said to this woman.

He likes Su Chiyue so much?

Like to leave everything behind, as long as she's by his side?

Why, what is so good about Su Chiyue...... Su Yanran really couldn't figure it out.

Envy is the original sin.

Su Yanran knew that Sheng Jinghua would never kill Su Chiyue.

How can this be......

If this sister of hers died, would he come to his senses?

The girl's eyes drooped, and the hand at her side gradually clenched into a fist. Stealthily took a gun out of his coat pocket and, without anyone noticing, loaded it.

Towards Fu Yue, he pulled the trigger.

(End of chapter)