On the cemetery at the top of the hill, rows of trees still tremble in the wind, but the smell of blood comes from the surrounding grass.

The pile of corpses lying in a mess was the people in the two cars that had just disappeared.

The cool breeze blew, the smell of blood was blown everywhere, and several men in black were disposing of corpses in the grass.

In the crowd, a long and tall figure was particularly eye-catching, he walked to the tombstone that Huo Jingting was standing just now, bent down slightly, and reached out to touch the tombstone.

The hair on the man's forehead was gently blown by the wind, and the black and white mask on his face obscured his face, revealing only a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle.

His eyes were scarlet, as if he was trying his best to suppress some emotion, his eyes swept over the tombstone in front of him, looked at the word "maple" on it, gently hooked the corners of his mouth, and opened a mocking smile.

"Jing Ting, how can I let you die so happily." His thin lips opened lightly, and his voice was as soft as the wind, "I haven't let you try the pain and despair yet, how can I be willing to let you die like this?" ”

It's too early to let him die.

This game has just begun.

……

When he returned to Jinling Garden, Jiang Qian had already arrived for a long time.

Huo Jingting was injured, but fortunately, the injury was not serious, and the bullet grazed his arm, lifting a layer of skin.

After Jiang Qian cleaned his wounds, he applied medicine again, and finally bandaged them carefully.

He didn't bring anesthetic, Huo Jingting endured the whole process soberly, and by the time the bandaging was done, his face had already lost all his blood color because of the pain.

Jiang Qian packed up the medical box, and then called Xu Shuo to go out together, leaving only Huo Jingting and Gu Nanqiao in the bedroom.

His uninjured hand tapped the bed and said in a hoarse voice, "Come here." ”

Gu Nanqiao looked up at him, hesitated, but walked over and sat down beside him.

At this time, he was full of vulnerability, like a candle swaying in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

Gu Nanqiao glanced at his bandaged wound, "Does it hurt badly?" ”

"It's fine." Huo Jingting replied in a low voice.

It's really okay, today's small injury is not worth mentioning at all compared to the rain of bullets in the past few years.

His life had hung by a thread more than once, and he had crawled out of the pile of dead people more than once, which was really nothing compared to the injuries he had suffered so badly that he only had one breath left a few years ago.

Huo Jingting raised his uninjured hand, gently stroked her face, and a few words overflowed lightly in his thin lips, "Are you scared today?" ”

Gu Nanqiao lowered his eyebrows, "Hmm." ”

She didn't have to comfort him, he didn't need to comfort him, she was really scared today.

The rain of bullets at that moment, and the one she drove out to gamble, were all life and death, how could she not be afraid?

He squeezed her wrist and whispered a word of comfort, "It's okay." ”

Gu Nanqiao was silent for a while, and suddenly remembered a question, "Who are those people who want to kill you today?" ”

Huo Jingting was stunned by the question.

He had a vague answer in his mind, but he couldn't tell her.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Gu Nanqiao guessed and asked, "Is it Shen Xianyu?" ”

"No," he shook his head, "She's been a lot better since she came out of the bureau last time, and she's seriously ill again, and I don't know if she's okay now, it shouldn't be her." ”