Yan Xinxin's feet had just stopped when she heard the voice she was thinking of in her heart ringing in her ears.
It's Mo Chuxi's voice!
And his voice is full of anxiety and urgency. Yan Xinxin knows she can't hesitate. She doesn't even have time to see where Mo Chuxi is or what the situation is. She quickly picks up the gun that has fallen at her feet according to his instructions!
Even though it's raining heavily, Yan Xinxin can still feel the residual warmth of this gun.
It's Mo Chuxi's warmth.
"Xi, Xi..."
She looks at the gun and mutters two words, then suddenly raises her head, instantly seeing a stunning sight of blood red!
"Xi! Brother Xi!"
"Yuan, don't come over!"
Mo Chuxi stops her, the scattered raindrops blurring the blood on his handsome face, the rain beating densely on him, his white shirt that she put on him this morning stained red with blood!
He's overpowering Gu Jianling, suppressing this old man with intense resentment in his eyes onto the grass.
